Chapter 80: Why Does Your Majesty Surrender First?
“Streamer, give an evaluation of Yu Wei?”
Watching one bullet comment after another that didn’t even pretend to act drift by in the live broadcast room, Yu Wei felt a bit of schadenfreude in his heart…
Good thing he persuaded Zhang Lingye last night, otherwise where would the live broadcast room’s grand occasion today come from?
This feeling was just like the emperor traveling incognito, only to run into rebels recruiting people, and just thinking about being able to play Match-3 Game with nine clans later made him want to laugh.
Why is the emperor rebelling?
But he wasn’t that ruthless; at most, he’d give the haters an anti-fraud safety education class.
“Yu Wei does have some stuff, just not much.”
Even though the photographer had some psychological expectation, he still couldn’t help laughing upon hearing this; how did he manage to self-deprecate so seriously?
Just ten minutes into the broadcast, the number of people in Yu Wei’s live broadcast room had already reached 213. He didn’t know if yesterday’s few colleagues had arrived, but Qi Yuan’s fans should be quite a few.
“Exactly, I admit Yu Wei has some strength, but there must be a marketing component.”
“Singing aside, the book is really bad; the golden three chapters are indescribable, and who knows how it passed signing.”
“I feel his ‘Nameless Person’ is the most overrated; personally, I think it’s not as good as ‘Same Dust’.”
“The web novel market will be ruined by him sooner or later.”
Although the live broadcast room was full of haters, it was obvious there were two groups; one could only say the world had suffered under Yu Wei for a long time, with people in both the web novel circle and entertainment industry who couldn’t stand him.
The bullet comments were flying with rhythm, and Yu Wei didn’t need to get involved, so he simply continued writing his book quietly.
[He Siying was recognized as the worst in the upper half-season of Singer-songwriter; her advance was actually thanks to Wei Yu.
Originally, it wouldn’t have been her turn to advance to the finals, but who knew that Sun Xi, who was steadily in the top three in strength, insisted on challenging Wei Yu and then got crushed and eliminated…
No mischief, no death.
With this spot vacated, He Siying, whose strength wasn’t great, happened to fill it, with some luck involved.
Wei Yu had also dug a pit for himself, personally eliminating a talented person and instead pulling up a good-for-nothing to be his teammate.
In the second round of the finals, everyone wanted to see a strong matchup, but who knew she would appear; as soon as He Siying took the stage, Wei Yu’s team’s momentum weakened by three points.
How could they compete like this?
Backstage, He Siying, who had been silent, took a deep breath.
Wait and see; her strength was indeed average, but this time, Wei Yu had written her a quite simple song.]
Yu Wei was writing excitedly when suddenly someone in the live broadcast room @-ed him, asking him to sharply critique Yu Wei’s acting skills.
The netizen’s nickname was “Xiasi Yuan,” and it was obvious whose fan it was; anyone with that name couldn’t be a good person…
It seemed he had really poked Qi Yuan’s fans in the lung tube; even acting skills had to be dragged out for criticism.
“Average; I feel he’s pretty good at acting blind person, but not at other roles; with such strength, he won’t go far, and his acting range is too narrow.”
“And he has no standout representative work as an actor; his acting skills are somewhat hard to discuss.”
The photographer couldn’t tell anymore whether Yu Wei was trolling or being genuine; you say he’s trolling, but he really is self-analyzing; say he’s bravely self-blaming, but others don’t even know it’s him.
It’s possible he really did it all…
Yu Wei’s words caused strong resonance in the live broadcast room; in the singing field, they couldn’t beat Yu Wei as the main, but in acting skills, they had plenty to say.
Their Qi Yuan had acted in two costume dramas, data verifiable; what Yu Wei could bring out was just a ten-plus-minute short film—who knows how long it was meticulously prepared?
There were even more vicious ones directly cursing, saying Yu Wei must have been a real blind person in his previous life.
Compared to fan circle fans, the novel writers’ attack power was completely insufficient; they also saw themselves as a cut above fan circle fans, so they simply lurked, watching quietly.
Actually, in Yu Wei’s view, they were all the same… Every circle has fools; it has nothing to do with the circle, only with keeping thinking or giving up the brain.
With a certain popularity base, the live broadcast room numbers would naturally grow; those staying were watching the drama, and those clicking in couldn’t help joining the discussion.
Yu Wei also saw a few passersby speaking up for him, but two fists can’t beat four hands; as soon as they spoke, they were beaten back steadily—after all, this was the haters’ home turf.
“Please compile these few IDs later; I’ll have the company send a red envelope in my name.”
Teasing haters is fine, but friendly fire on allies is unnecessary; luckily, not many were dragged in, and he could handle it.
“Okay.”
Xiao Zhu, who was filming, was a bit shocked by Yu Wei’s words; in this situation, they could completely ignore it—after all, it was an uncontrollable event, unlikely to cause rhythm.
Stepping back ten thousand steps, he could totally pretend not to see it.
Yu Wei didn’t think that much; if someone speaks up for you and the person involved stays silent, anyone would feel uncomfortable.
This had nothing to do with benefit or reputation; he just didn’t want the people speaking for him to feel bad… He really couldn’t view things from a star’s upper-level perspective.
While the passersby were done arguing with the haters and the other side hadn’t replied yet, Yu Wei quickly closed the live broadcast room.
Not being able to retort at such times is the most frustrating.
Half an hour later when he restarted the broadcast, the haters had no temper left, and the passerby audience had long left the place of conflict; they wanted to argue but had nowhere to do it.
“Sorry, bad internet caused a crash.”
What happened earlier seemed like just a small interlude; the haters continued their heated discussion, Yu Wei kept his head down writing, and though the style was a bit weird, the live broadcast room was overall fairly mild.
But good times didn’t last; after a while, another passerby “mistakenly entered the emperor’s domain,” and seeing the haters about to gang up again, Yu Wei closed the live broadcast room after helping him argue with the haters.
We subjects were about to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty surrender first?
They had typed half their harsh and dirty words when the live broadcast room shut down—who could they reason with? A belly full of anger with nowhere to vent.
Clicking back in, the person was long gone.
More than ten minutes later, Yu Wei reopened the live broadcast room; this time, the haters really couldn’t hold back and asked what was going on.
“Streamer wouldn’t be scared, right? Why go offline as soon as someone argues?”
“I don’t know; the internet is especially unstable today.” Yu Wei paused, then casually made up: “Maybe everyone criticizing Yu Wei provoked the higher-ups’ taboo, and the platform sanctioned it. Sigh, capital’s big hand!”
The nearby staff’s jaws nearly dropped hearing this—buddy, you just say whatever comes to mind; aren’t you embarrassed saying that?
But the haters really bought it; they loved conspiracy theories, and the streamer’s words aligned perfectly with their ideas—trash like Yu Wei getting popular definitely meant someone above was promoting him.
Triggered passive: Everyone is drunk while I alone am sober.
The more the higher-ups opposed, the more it proved they were right—continue hating!
Amid their barrage of cursing, Yu Wei formally finished writing the plot for the second round of the finals; the opponent’s song was Su Xinnan’s early TV theme song “My Faith”.
This was an inspirational song about persistence; as its opponent, Yu Wei chose the inspirational divine tune “Invisible Wings,” planning to have Lin Yuting sing it.
If really writing a song for a disadvantaged group, the core was far more important than the form; the spirit of self-reliance suited her well, and this song was indeed easy to sing, even beginners could handle it effortlessly.
If Lin Yuting really needed a representative work to gain fame, it had to be this song—not only did the timbre match, it also came with its own story.
In the entertainment industry, there were plenty whose songs got popular but they didn’t…
Having a blind girl sing such an inspirational song easily formed a strong association; then hearing the song would remind people of the singer—that was a song to eat for a lifetime.
Switching to another song might not have that effect; after all, “Invisible Wings” was truly national-level.
Yu Wei’s new chapter had just been released for five minutes when the familiar private message from “Sage’s Grandson” arrived.
“This song in the new chapter is what you prepared for the second episode, right? The song title sounds a bit feminine—is it a chorus with some girl?”
Asking is fine, but why the weird tone, all sour…
“This episode it’s solo.”
“Invisible Wings” wasn’t suited for chorus anyway, and what Lin Yuting needed was a stage to prove her strength; he had no need to take the stage.
Qi Luo An replied with a dazed pretending-to-be-dumb sticker pack, as if the earlier sour questioner wasn’t her but someone possessed.
Yu Wei originally wanted to end it there, but he suddenly remembered something: Lin Yuting came from far away to participate in the program, only bringing a few casual clothes—nice-looking, but not stage-worthy for singing.
The program team didn’t provide performance costumes for civilian guests; for the fame-making battle, it was best to have a proper outfit…
Yu Wei didn’t know how to pick girls’ styles, and it wasn’t convenient for a blind person to change clothes; with gender differences, he wasn’t suited to help hands-on.
He needed a helper.
“Free tomorrow? Come help me with something.”
As soon as he sent this, Yu Wei regretted it—what kind of person was Qi Luo An’s fashion sense?
