Chapter 97: Thanks To Shen Nong For Testing Poisons
Although Yu Wei went numb in the song’s singing style, Xing Chao’s singing was actually indispensable, especially that crucial shout in it.
The essence of the broken voice opened the door to a new world for the audience…
Yu Wei could actually belt out that shout too, but from the program format perspective, it carried more meaning when shouted by a tenacious athlete.
In his view, today’s “King of Singers mini-battle” was won by their “Dream Chaser’s Heart”.
The two songs were comparable in quality and performance, but Yu Wei believed his song was more suitable for this stage and better embodied the core of an athlete’s identity.
An athlete’s story is a dream-chasing story, plus a line like “run forward” regardless of everything to cross the finish line; “Dream Chaser’s Heart” achieves a double fit in form and content.
In contrast, Meng Han’s “Hou Yi” was sung around archery, but it clearly focused more on the sport itself rather than a flesh-and-blood athlete.
If judged by “music story” as the criterion, Yu Wei was definitely more stand firm.
Music judging also depends on the specific occasion and track; it’s not like you can just pull one out and have a clear outcome relationship. If choosing a song centered on the sport itself, Meng Han’s “Hou Yi” was undoubtedly more fitting.
Yu Wei’s idea was the sentiment of most people on-site; the two songs were a matter of personal taste in musicality, but an athlete paired with that hysterical roar would definitely resonate more deeply.
Even the archer partnering with Meng Han thought so; if he could choose, he would definitely prefer to leave the music carrying his dreams on the stage.
“Did Teacher Meng just find it amazing?”
“Mm.”
When Yu Wei stepped down, Meng Han had already left, but not through normal exit—he was supported off by staff and his assistant.
He reportedly felt a bit dizzy and lightheaded after listening to the song, couldn’t even stand steadily, and insisted on staying until the program filming ended before being rushed for a checkup.
This… shouldn’t have anything to do with him, right.
Rock musicians get overexcited nerves easily leading to high blood pressure; it’s hard to say Meng Han, with years in the industry, had no occupational disease, plus writing songs non-stop this week—dizziness was normal.
Yu Wei also heard of foreign singers who died from brain hemorrhage after belting high notes; it could only be said because of their passion.
According to Tong Yulu, Meng Han was muttering “how is that possible,” “damn me,” and “****” as he was helped away—truly unleashing his rock soul and real name liberation…
Yu Wei didn’t know the situation and could only wish him good luck.
After the third program recording ended, Yu Wei rushed home first to start writing; the intense sports training these days had seriously affected his update efficiency—who’s a good author that goes on sale and slacks off?
Having written up to the film and television gala, the protagonist definitely had to win an award; with his wonderful performance in “Charlotte Troubles,” he won Best Newcomer and Best Screenplay of the year.
Jumping straight to Movie Emperor would easily collapse the power scaling; just Best Newcomer lacked prestige, so Yu Wei added Best Screenplay, showcasing creative ability while making a name for himself.
There’s nothing much to say about this plot; the key is what to write next.
Songs definitely still needed to be written, since Yu Wei would keep using them on variety shows, but he hadn’t figured out the specific formula yet…
While he was brainstorming the plot, Qi Luo An called, saying she wanted to grind out the final script—clearly she knew he had finished recording the program.
“You’ve already written over 40,000 words free of charge; I’m almost embarrassed.”
For the remaining over 10,000 words of wrap-up, Yu Wei planned to do it himself; he couldn’t get away during the program, so outsourcing was understandable, but now dragging her to do more wasn’t appropriate.
Free of charge doesn’t mean taking whatever you want; making her work for free every time isn’t right either—to pocket favors knowingly while pretending ignorance is no different from a scumbag.
If others treat him with three parts kindness, he must remember three parts gratitude; people should be content…
“I was just about to talk to you about this.”
Qi Luo An was staring at the computer modifying the document format, her eyelashes casting small shadows on her cheeks: “Can’t survive anymore; living outside means paying rent—can you hire me?”
“I’ll work for you as a typing girl!”
“You? Short on money?”
Yu Wei absolutely didn’t believe this; a Beijing native still short on living expenses? Not to mention from an entertainment family—do you understand the gold content of sect foundation?
“The family’s money isn’t mine; sooner or later I won’t… cough, I’m in my twenties and too embarrassed to keep asking family for money.”
This was true; Yu Wei also felt awkward asking family for money during university, and sometimes seeing a screen full of transfer records left a bad taste.
But since starting web novels, he hadn’t asked family for money.
Though a failure didn’t earn much, it was still comfortable in campus circles; he just remembered a same-age author in the group with good results who, after earning money, was always hitting on school beauties…
“You serious?”
If it was proper cooperation, Yu Wei could accept it; after all, they had pretty good tacit understanding when working together, and efficiency was getting faster.
She earns living expenses, he speeds up creation progress—win-win! Why not?
“Of course.”
Of course it was fake; Qi Luo An really was embarrassed to ask family for money, but Grandmother sent her red envelopes from time to time, so living expenses weren’t lacking.
Moreover, she had the pay from participating in the first episode of “Music Blind Box”; contestants aren’t stars without appearance fees, but hardship pay was there.
Qi Luo An didn’t lack money; she just wanted an excuse to help, knowing he couldn’t feel at ease with her working free, so she mentioned pay.
Human favors are too hard to repay; talking money is much simpler.
“Hey, don’t hesitate; it’s so hard for us liberal arts students to find part-time jobs—pity me?”
Qi Luo An deliberately elongated the ending note, as if really begging him for help; Yu Wei had no reason to refuse and simply agreed to the “labor relationship”.
For pay, about the level of a failure author; typing records has no technical content—paying too high would be inappropriate.
Whether it was real work or not, Yu Wei couldn’t say, but at least on the surface it had to be…
Regardless of any little schemes in their hearts, the two didn’t slack on proper business; over the phone that afternoon they recorded over 10,000 words, leaving only the final wrap-up for the script.
“Let me guess: at the end of the plot, does Xia Luo wake from his big dream and return to reality?”
Qi Luo An had quite some experience; this trope was too common in movies, especially foreign ones—no matter how supernatural the plot, the protagonist always wakes up at the end to cherish the present.
This ending was like web novel tropes—cliché, sure, but it worked every time; after all, movies do need some positive energy at the end, like realizing the value of ordinary life.
Only movies with short length dare do this; novels or comics with a whole dream ending would be unmixable—such long time and everyone watched for nothing?
“The movie is like that.”
Yu Wei was well aware of this, but “Charlotte Troubles” handled this ending pretty well; there didn’t seem to be a smarter solution than the original.
“Good thing; I quite like this ending.”
Qi Luo An took a sip of water; Yu Wei could even hear her slight swallowing over the screen, her throat making a kitten-licking-water-like gulp, short and soft…
This proved he wasn’t dreaming; dreams don’t have this much detail.
Half an hour later, the “Charlotte Troubles” script creation was finally complete; Qi Luo An said she’d proofread it once more and send it over if no issues.
Where to find such a caring editor? Not giving a chicken leg wouldn’t do.
“By the way, have you found a film company or studio? I can help with script filing.”
Qi Luo An’s family did this; she was familiar with movie production process; writing a script in novels and shooting directly is impossible—without filing receipt, they won’t let you shoot.
“Not yet; does Miss Qi have connections?”
Looks like Qi Yunming really didn’t tell her; Yu Wei teased casually, planning to probe.
“Where would I get connections.” Qi Luo An paused, then analyzed seriously: “Your script quality is high; you probably won’t lack partners later.”
“As long as the director is reliable, it’s easy to make a good work; premise is avoiding abnormals, like Old Qi…”
“?”
Even his own daughter doesn’t trust him; one can imagine how poor Qi Yunming’s directing ability is—that’s reputation.
“His movies, our family watches as comedy videos during holidays; anyway, just don’t find him—other directors are fine.”
Qi Luo An wasn’t really siding against family; she felt like a novel book friend’s Shen Nong, desperately warning to run from giant poison.
“Got it.”
Thanks to Shen Nong for testing poison, but Yu Wei still wanted to taste it himself; authors have to eat some poison, or how to become a good doctor from long illness?
While they were chatting idly, a new call came in, directly displacing Qi Luo An—the caller ID was none other than the just-mentioned Qi Yunming.
Auto-tracked after being chirped at? What heavenly eye?
Or did he know the script was done and come to inspect?
Actually, Yu Wei guessed wrong; Qi Yunming came to talk to his daughter, found Yu Wei to indirectly understand the situation and ask about their relationship.
With his personality, he definitely didn’t want to come, but Chen Jinyi was tied up with work; he was the only idle one at home, nagged until impatient and had to come check.
“Tomorrow, pick a place; we’ll chat.”
Actually nothing much to chat about; Qi Yunming was too lazy for young people’s affairs—compared to that, he was more curious about this Yu Wei kid.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically waited until Yu Wei’s program recording break to come; daughter was pure excuse.
Yu Wei naturally agreed; perfect chance to show this old salted fish the just-finished script and scare him…
“Who? Your agent?”
Qi Luo An didn’t even know Old Qi was coming, thought it was someone else taking the line.
This Old Deng, coming all the way not to see his daughter first but find him?
“I’ll tell you when I get back tomorrow.”
