Chapter 104: Yu Wei, The Realm’s Great God
“Teacher Yu, isn’t this a bit too…”
In the afternoon during the continued tour, the seven-person group that Yu Wei was responsible for had completely let loose, starting to openly audit classes.
In the morning they only dared to listen secretly, but now they weren’t avoiding people anymore, squeezing to the front while auditing classes, afraid that other tour guides wouldn’t see.
This is the confidence that Yu Wei gave me!
Everyone also knew they were Yu Wei’s tourists, so they all chose to turn a blind eye; let them audit a bit, who can blame anyone for no one guiding them.
Actually, this kind of auditing tour guides is common in scenic areas; as long as they stay quiet without stealing the show, standing there to listen for a while is no big deal.
The other tour guides also gladly accepted this; anyway, they had to explain, one more or one less made no difference, rounding it off this could be considered helping Yu Wei a little.
The only ones at the entire attraction who couldn’t accept this were the program team; with Yu Wei’s tourists running everywhere, what were they supposed to film?
Which tour guide has no one around them…
Forget program effect; at this rate, there wouldn’t even be many effective camera shots, they couldn’t just Photoshop Yu Wei’s face onto other tour guides later.
“Teacher Yu, better call them back.”
The program team didn’t demand anything, just hoped they could at least keep formation and put on a show.
Yu Wei thought the staff made sense; after all, they were recording program, auditing tour guides wasn’t a good look, not quite an unhealthy tendency but definitely not something to put out in the open.
To cooperate with the program team’s work, he still called the seven back; the other tour guides were very tactful and, seeing this, instinctively raised their explanation volume to ensure they could hear even from afar.
Each one of them is shrewd…
“You guys are so lively and love wandering everywhere, so I’ll call you the Shrek Seven Monsters.”
“?”
Didn’t understand, but it didn’t feel like a good term.
The seven looked at each other, having no choice but to obediently stay behind Yu Wei and continue the tour; actually, they hadn’t thought much about auditing classes, mainly to show off to other tourists.
If you won the lottery ticket, would you still go to work? Of course not, who would you show off to without going to work? They were similar; if they didn’t wander to other tour guides, how to emphasize that their tour guide was Yu Wei?
Now the purpose was achieved, so obediently following was only right.
During the tour, Yu Wei took a moment to glance at his mobile phone; Qi Luo An seemed to have arrived at Hengdian, but he didn’t know the specific reason for rushing over.
Didn’t know what she came for either…
Writers are all good at brain supplement; Yu Wei had already imagined a classic scene of the male and female leads brushing past each other in the crowd, still in slow motion.
But with the program team’s huge spectacle, as long as she had eyes she wouldn’t mistake it, unless she was really blind.
The group wound along the bluestone path, with the “Tianlan Pavilion” teahouse by the Pearl River channel first entering vision.
Under the wood-carved and gold-gilded eaves, Fang Ze lightly knocked the doorpost: “This world’s number one teahouse once witnessed the filming of ‘Humenshaoyan’.”
Although Blue Star’s entertainment development in recent decades differed from Earth, the wave of history and famous works adaptations was still present.
History is a huge treasure trove, and entertainment works also draw nutrients from the river of time.
So in a completely parallel world, copying classic works is hard to stand firm; without the same history, even the four great famous works would lose practical significance in reality.
Just as Yu Wei stroked the mottled brick wall and sighed softly, a familiar figure appeared at the end of his vision.
Qi Luo An was wearing that shirt and slanted skirt again today, the same outfit from their first meeting.
Yu Wei thought she simply liked it, but actually Qi Luo An did it intentional; she valued this meeting highly, so she didn’t hesitate to use the first-meeting filter.
When people start talking sentiment and mysticism, it means they’re really out of moves…
Sunlight passed through the nearby tree shadows, sprinkling like broken gold on Qi Luo An’s sweaty face; she had run all the way and finally caught up.
“In such a hurry?”
Qi Luo An’s chest rose and fell gently; seeing Yu Wei walk toward her, she then panted heavily, hands on knees, like a little deer stopping to catch its breath.
Fine sweat beads emerged from her temple, rolling down her slightly flushed cheeks, ultimately dripping into the slightly open collar, blooming faint shallow marks.
“Just love running.”
Yu Wei subconsciously lifted the sweat towel the program team prepared for him, but thinking he had used it, he hesitated and put it back.
On such a hot day, tour guides sweat easily; he had already wiped for a while.
“Thanks.”
Qi Luo An was exhausted but her eyes were sharp; without waiting for Yu Wei to explain, she directly grabbed it and wiped, all sweaty and still minding this?
While raising her hand to wipe sweat, she felt a faintly salty breath mixed with grass and sunlight, surprisingly bringing a sense of odd satisfaction.
“Isn’t it possible… I’ll
Yu Wei, this is just purely joking around. People don’t despise him, and he definitely won’t despise others either. It can only be said that it still has to be used when needed.
However, it must be emphasized that he doesn’t like this sort of thing.
Qi Luo An heard this and without saying a word directly stuffed it into her own small bag. If not needed, she would keep it for her collection.
“?”
I should have known not to speak just now.
However, the conclusion Yu Wei could draw was that Qi Luo An usually didn’t wear much makeup.
After wiping off the sweat, a few strands of damp stray hairs stuck to her temples. Not only did it not look disheveled, but it was like ink jade inlaid in pink clouds, making her skin appear even more translucent.
In previous times when Yu Wei stared like this, Qi Luo An would immediately ask, “What are you looking at?” But today, the words reached her lips but she couldn’t say them out loud.
If she asked, he wouldn’t look anymore…
Yu Wei was quite perceptive too. After looking for two glances, he consciously shifted his gaze away. He just had a pair of eyes that discovered beauty, accumulating material to use when writing later.
“Where are the other guests?”
Qi Luo An steadied her breath and looked around, completely failing to spot Shen Yutong’s shadow, so she tentatively asked one more question.
“Seems like they’re acting as NPCs at the Imperial Palace of the Ming and Qing Dynasties scenic area.”
The filming for the two groups of guests wasn’t completely the same; there still needed to be some individual camera shots. Yu Wei was just curious how she knew there were other guests.
It seems she saw Shen Yutong, and knew the other was a star…
“I’ll go buy a few oranges. You stay right here and don’t move.”
Qi Luo An stood up and walked away, as if she had other things to do on this trip. Yu Wei didn’t ask more, but this line that took advantage was finally returned by her.
Was she going to find Shen Yutong?
Yu Wei wasn’t curious about the relationship between them; it was just that Qi Luo An’s behavior seemed off.
If she came here to handle business, why did she come find him first thing? If she came specifically for him, what was she going to do now?
Qi Luo An’s behavior was more like first checking if the thing was there, then going to confront the thief.
……
Tourists proceeded along the imperial road. On both sides, coiled dragon pillars sprayed fine mist, sunlight refracting rainbows. Shen Yutong, dressed as a palace maid, watched mesmerized nearby, vaguely seeing some Forbidden City morning haze.
Actually, her idea was baseless. The scenery here was just a replica, still far inferior compared to the real Forbidden City.
In the imperial garden, rockeries with curved pools and floating cups. When she reached the Wanchun Pavilion, she suddenly froze, as if she had seen a rare guest that shouldn’t be here.
“Didn’t expect to run into you here. Just arrived?”
“No, I just went to say hi to Yu Wei.”
Qi Luo An slowly walked to her side, as if afraid she wouldn’t believe, even specially taking out the sweat towel to wipe the fine sweat on her forehead.
Shen Yutong recognized this sweat towel; the program team issued the same model, and she had one too.
“Looks like you two have a pretty good relationship.”
Her curiosity about Yu Wei actually had something to do with Qi Luo An. As friends who grew up together, she couldn’t imagine An An having a favorable impression of a star.
This one had always deeply despised the entertainment industry, ruthlessly tearing into star big brothers, and the stars she approved of absolutely weren’t ordinary people.
“Our relationship is still the best. Compared to him, what comparison? We’ve known each other less than half a year.”
“Heh…”
Shen Yutong didn’t even want to refute her. Having a good relationship meant going to see others first before coming to see herself, huh? Did she really think she was stupid?
The program team’s photographer had long retreated ten meters away. Filming civilians had no meaning, and they knew very well what to film and what not to.
“I wanted to ask you, didn’t you say you didn’t want to do variety shows?”
Qi Luo An directly asked about her purpose for joining the program. Someone who declared she wouldn’t do variety shows and wanted to focus on music suddenly coming as a guest—anyone could tell there was an issue.
“Isn’t it obvious? For Yu Wei.”
Shen Yutong had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. “Doesn’t the entertainment industry say riding on him will make you popular? There are plenty of success cases. I came to try.”
“Give me a break.”
If others said this, Qi Luo An would believe it—stars all want to be popular—but she didn’t believe Shen Yutong, because this person had pursuits.
Others sing to get popular; she truly wanted to do music.
Someone like her wouldn’t come to the program to ride on Yu Wei’s fame.
“An An, you understand me…” Shen Yutong seemed to really like this feeling of being seen through. Her gaze seriously fell on Qi Luo An’s face opposite.
“Just want to understand this music creator with a varied style.”
Yu Wei’s creation style really wasn’t ordinarily varied; more precisely, he currently had no two similar songs. This was hard to imagine for other creators.
Especially in brief contact, Yu Wei’s understanding of songs was very thorough, which made her somewhat unable to comprehend… This person was like cheating.
“So what did you research?”
“He’s very impressive.”
Shen Yutong unconsciously twirled her soft hair ends with her finger, rarely showing some annoyance. “Can’t see anything else at all. Might need more contact.”
Failures had no research value; compared to that, she was more interested in those works.
“No use.”
Qi Luo An immediately clapped in approval at Shen Yutong’s insightful comment. Researching Yu Wei from a music angle— it’d be strange if she could figure it out.
“Starting from his music, you’ll never understand him.”
“Yu Wei’s essence is a failure; only by reading his novels can you understand what kind of person he is. I understand failures better.”
Her tone unconsciously carried some arrogance. Shen Yutong held her breath upon hearing this, clearly shocked by her remarks.
To understand a musician without listening to his music, but by reading his failed novels—what kind of logic is that?
Seeing Shen Yutong’s puzzled expression, Qi Luo An was finally satisfied. Sure enough, she was the one who understood Yu Wei the most.
No matter how much others studied him, it was useless. They should give up the idea early. She was the true Great God in the Yu Wei domain!
“Maybe you’re right.”
Qi Luo An was about to savor the fruits of victory when Shen Yutong suddenly spoke faintly, as if she had more to say.
In novels, after the protagonist finishes trash-talking, doesn’t the opponent concede? Why is there more?
“Maybe you do understand him better.”
Shen Yutong remained calm, seemingly unconcerned. She spoke at an even pace and asked a crucial question.
“But why are you in such a hurry?”
Was her childhood friend…
Qi Luo An was about to retort when she suddenly remembered herself lying lifeless in the room a few hours ago, and her momentum weakened unconsciously.
Wasn’t it because she was afraid Yu Wei would be treated like a lab rat and sliced for research?
