Chapter 11: There’s Really Such A Song?
“An An, didn’t you say you don’t chase stars?”
In a university girls’ dorm, the girl called An An by her roommate was sitting at her desk playing on the computer, and playing on the screen in front of her was exactly Tear Group’s farewell performance…
“I don’t chase, just looking casually.”
This wasn’t the first time she had watched Tear Group’s performance, and her two roommates just thought she was saying one thing but meaning another, and very tacitly chose not to ask more.
They also knew about Tear Group and had some fondness for certain individual members, but rarely actively followed this group’s performances.
This kind of thing probably only core fans would keep watching; not chasing stars would be a miracle.
Actually, if they observed more carefully usually, they would find that An An was telling the truth, because every time she watched Tear Group’s performance, her eyes showed undisguised awkwardness and disdain.
Idol boy group’s performances are really hard for ordinary people to endure; every time she finished watching, she had an urge to hit someone…
This group of kids who both sing and dance staying in the world would only make rice more expensive.
While she was lamenting, the live broadcast entered Qi Yuan’s performance segment, and the girl narrowed her eyes and instinctively pulled away from the computer, her disdainful expression not even pretended anymore.
How exactly do his fans endure this? This performance—if she looked at it two more times, she would explode…
She was Qi Luo An, Qi Yuan’s younger sister, but she didn’t get along well with her brother at all, basically already at the point of mutual disgust.
The reason Qi Luo An often watched Tear Group’s performances was to pick on her big bro, so she could disgust him with reason and evidence later.
Looking at the bullet comments full of Yuan Shen and little hearts, she even felt a nauseous sensation like stepping in dog shit.
The last time she felt this way was four days ago, when she read a novel that fed dog food to readers…
Can they throw the trash author and trash star in jail? Don’t come out to harm netizens’ eyes!
Qi Luo An got angrier the more she watched; these people in Tear Group were too unskilled, and teammates’ performances were too outrageous, instead making Qi Yuan seem normal.
No comparison, no harm.
How was she supposed to pick faults like this?
No wonder this group was disbanding; letting a good-for-nothing like her bro mix to number one person in the team—what was the point of not disbanding…
Fine, fine, not today.
Just as Qi Luo An was about to exit the live broadcast and stop torturing herself, a Tear Group member she didn’t have much impression of appeared on stage.
She was already one of the more diligent among the haters; she wouldn’t dare say she never missed a performance, but at least she would pay attention.
Yet Tear Group’s seventh person Yu Wei was like he was invisible, not leaving much impression on her…
How transparent this guy was can be imagined.
“Looks like they don’t usually play with you.”
Qi Luo An yawned, wrapped up her pajamas, planning to persist a few more minutes; this group was disbanding anyway, so give him some face at the end.
Yu Wei’s actions were unhurried, and his entrance wasn’t as oily as the others, which gave her a bit of fondness.
She didn’t know about the program, but at least his attitude was fine!
Just as she thought it would be the classic mic-off singing plus electronic sound, Yu Wei on the screen was silent for a long time, then surprisingly started a cappella singing directly.
A simple line directly hooked her soul away.
Especially after enduring the previous few piles, this high-standard singing was simply like giving her ears a SPA.
As if listening to heavenly music, her ears temporarily cleared.
The external speaker on her computer wasn’t loud, but her roommates still caught the fresh melody right away, all crowding over to ask what song it was.
“I don’t know either.”
Qi Luo An was just listening casually; who would have thought her bro’s group had hidden talents, with someone with such good singing skill…
She hadn’t heard this song before; it should be the debut stage of a new song.
At the performance site, Yu Wei smoothly started singing and playing, the simple melody fitting perfectly with the pure wooden guitar accompaniment; even without other instruments, the auditory perception was still very good.
The few listening to the completely unfamiliar tune became more convinced it was a new song.
“We even caught the new song debut; pretty lucky.”
“A transparent guy shouldn’t get such good resources; maybe he wrote it himself?”
While the roommates were chattering in discussion, Yu Wei’s singing had reached the key part, also the song’s most core lines.
Qi Luo An listened and suddenly froze; why did these lines seem familiar…
There’s a wall in the heart?
No way!
If she remembered correctly, she seemed to have seen this lyric in a novel; the song that appeared in that trash novel was called “Heart Wall”.
How is this possible?
Winning the lottery could rely on luck, but a novel fabricating a setting that matches an unreleased new song—the probability was lower than winning the lottery…
Ran into a prophet?
She couldn’t care about her roommates beside her and hurriedly opened her “This is An Shi Le” novel account to find that book.
The book was deleted by her, but the comments were still there.
…
“Daughter, when you grow up, don’t learn from your mom.”
Cheng Hai Peng gently stroked his daughter’s little face; the baby’s chubby face was a bit warm, the soft touch spreading from his fingertips all the way to his heart, and he couldn’t help feeling a bit of the unique pride of an old father…
“Your mom is so old and still chases stars; I feel embarrassed for her.”
His child’s mom was good in every way, just liked chasing various young fresh meat, being mom fans online.
Today some group was disbanding, and she didn’t even wash the dinner pot before going to watch the live broadcast, leaving the child to him, a big boss—what kind of thing was this…
Anyway, he didn’t know what was so good about those fair-skinned tender male stars; effeminate, crying ouch ouch over a scraped skin.
He anyway didn’t chase stars, just liked reading entertainment novels; Chinese entertainment was his favorite, a bit formulaic but really satisfying to read.
Especially those with lots of female stars; Chinese entertainment had to feature female stars to be good, otherwise it’s not exciting…
Anyway, Cheng Hai Peng wasn’t planning to read more entertainment novels lately; a few days ago he saw one with an interesting setting, but the author had literary pretentiousness, writing well then suddenly turning artistic.
Fabricating a song was one thing, but also writing a few lines of prose to show off, which pissed him off so much he couldn’t hold back and chased to curse for several days.
Entertainment novels are better; who cares about songs or not, feature them first…
“Husband, come out and listen to the song.”
“What? Didn’t I say I can’t appreciate it?”
Cheng Hai Peng grumbled and rejected on the spot; his wife watching young fresh meat was one thing, but she always wanted some agreement sometimes, to watch together.
Was that stuff for humans to watch? Like a bunch of chicks doing exercises.
The singing wasn’t pleasing to the ear either; he was from the golden age of the Chinese music scene—how could he endure this stuff?
“You’ll definitely like it, no kidding; come listen quickly.”
“Fine fine fine…”
Cheng Hai Peng was afraid she’d keep yelling and wake the daughter, so he had no choice but to agree.
“Daughter, this counts as me risking my life to save you.”
Sigh, ears not safe.
He sighed while sitting on the sofa outside, just about to complain a couple sentences, but the next second was attracted by the music on the screen.
This song is good; though sung by a young guy, the standard was completely different level…
This song has that inner flavor from back then!
“Not kidding you, right? I knew you’d like it.”
Cheng Hai Peng unwillingly nodded; among these young fresh meat, there was actually one with real goods in his belly? Good kid!
He liked this song more and more; just about to ask the song title, he heard right then “there’s a wall in the heart”…
Wasn’t this the line of prose he saw in the novel before?
“Holy crap, what’s this situation?”
There’s really this song?
