Chapter 3: Please Stop Writing
“Is the state this bad?”
After a simple rehearsal of the seven-person stage, Zhang Lingye and the others increasingly understood why the company had no intention of renewing Yu Wei’s contract…
This couldn’t even be called dancing; square dancing was smoother than him. Clearly the actions were correct, but how could he dance so awkwardly?
Singing was fine, the performance on-site would definitely be lip-syncing, but as a boy group, they should be able to dance, right?
Yu Wei had no choice; he really tried his best.
Those transmigration stories in novels where they seamlessly connect were definitely lies. Watching others play a game and doing it yourself couldn’t be the same, could it?
This was their debut group dance; even if the original body was slacking off, he remembered it clearly. Yu Wei knew every action clearly, but the actions just weren’t coordinated.
A layman was ultimately a layman. He was just an author of entertainment novels—what did he know about singing and dancing rap?
If it were before, the dance teacher would definitely lose her temper at Yu Wei dancing like this, but a dying man’s words are kind. Thinking that Yu Wei was about to leave the industry, her anger subsided a bit.
Better to leave a good impression on his star career…
“How about this: you guys practice on stage, I’ll go to the dance studio and practice by myself for a bit.”
Yu Wei felt a bit embarrassed. He didn’t appreciate boy group dances, but his movements mixed in like broadcast gymnastics were really abstract.
The teammates just thought Yu Wei wanted to show off a bit and didn’t say anything, but starting to effort now was probably a bit late…
Yu Wei didn’t really want to practice dancing; he just wanted to find a quiet place to write.
Practicing dance now, no matter how well he practiced, it was useless. Better to hurry up and write to get the song first. His comeback would rely on solo performance, not dance.
If possible, Yu Wei still wanted to stay. The company had channels and resources he was familiar with, which was better than him, a layman, starting from zero outside.
It’s good to take shelter under a big tree; what to do alone could be decided later.
Besides, how bad could a company that let a good-for-nothing like him freeload for four years be?
During the rehearsal time, his novel’s signing review had passed: “Why Do Stars Care So Much About Ratings?”, Author: Big Spray Mushroom, serializing.
Newcomer publishing a book wouldn’t have readers in the first few days anyway, and Yu Wei didn’t care about so-called data. The most important thing now was still to advance the plot.
The system introduction made it clear: only works that appeared in the novel plot could be redeemed. The word “plot” directly excluded the possibility of bulk freeload by naming dishes.
Works directly mentioned in the text didn’t count; they had to be works that naturally appeared in the novel plot, i.e., protagonist performance.
This way, Yu Wei was actually in sync with his novel’s protagonist. Whatever the protagonist performed, he could perform.
No wonder it was called the Entertainment God System; this was him drawing strength from entertainment novels.
By then, these works would appear in his novel even earlier than in reality, and he wondered what readers would think when they found out…
Over the next few days, Yu Wei spent his time practicing dance and secretly writing. There wasn’t much improvement in dance, but his novel advanced steadily.
Although there still wasn’t a single comment, it finally reached the moment of entry into the library for the new book.
Entry into the library was the true beginning of web novels in every sense. Qualifying new books would be displayed in genre sections for readers to mine for gold…
At this stage, all were equal, but the competition was terrifying, with hotter sections being more intense.
Urban and light novels were among the hardest hit; new books were so numerous that swiping a few pages wouldn’t reach the end. Getting noticed was basically up to chance.
Yu Wei opened his mobile phone and scrolled: ten urban books, nine entertainment novels, eight top streams, seven collapse houses, six stars going crazy, five fairy openings, four directors, three on singer, two romance varieties, one ex-girlfriend…
This was over!
Yu Wei was almost scared faint. Why were there so many entertainment novels recently? How could a failure like him stand out?
Stop writing, please stop writing!
He was still counting on exchanging novels for songs. With so many competitor products, who were they trying to crush?
Yu Wei was numbed by his colleagues’ competition, but his writing speed didn’t slow down. After failing so many times, he was used to it…
Better to retreat and weave a net than envy fish at the abyss. In web novels, writing was always more important than thinking. While anxious, others had already written half a chapter.
No matter what, move first.
His book had reached the key plot…
The first few chapters’ plot were all emotional pacing. Yu Wei wrote quickly. The protagonist publicly blasting the host at the red carpet grand ceremony was satisfying, but in other on-site audience’s eyes, he really didn’t want to survive in the industry anymore.
Even if the host was only worth 3 points as he said, those words couldn’t come from him. What right did an idol like him with nothing going for him have to rate?
The next plot revolved around “whether he was qualified to rate.” The protagonist needed to prove he had the qualification to rate that song.
What would happen next was so hard to guess…
“Headache.”
In Yu Wei’s eyes, this was the hardest part to write in entertainment novels. Everyone knew the protagonist was going to sing and show off; the issue was how to make this segment as reasonable as possible.
Novels could be brainless but couldn’t lack basic logic. Stepping left foot on right to reach heaven was fine, but not sleeping one second and ascending the next.
Entertainment protagonists couldn’t just start singing out of nowhere, as if performing a new Legend of White Snake.
How to write this segment to be satisfying without being cringy, even with originality, required the author’s creation technique.
And so, Yu Wei got stuck writing.
Should’ve known not to write an awards ceremony site; better to do a cooking variety and rate Teacher Huang’s dishes. It might be common, but easy to start…
Teacher Huang was really pitiful. Whether he was highly respected in the entertainment industry was unknown, but he should be in the web novel world, after all, he supported many authors.
Besides Yang and Liu, he was probably the most hardworking in entertainment novels lately.
“Got it. Can’t rate food, so directly rate works.”
The host, scolded by this junior, definitely wasn’t happy, but couldn’t step down personally, so tried to shift the contradiction by having the male lead rate other award-winning works.
Originally meant to dig a pit, but the male lead’s ratings were fair and objective. Most award-winning works were well-deserved, and the main creation team was satisfied.
Until he gave a super high score of 3.6 to an award-winning pop music, and the host finally seized the chance to start sarcasm.
The next plot was straightforward: “If you can do it, you do it,” “How are you really doing it,” “You’re really singing,” “You’re really good at it” developments.
This kind of plot was an unavoidable taste in entertainment novels: belittle, doubt, mock, then surprise and shock.
It was really formulaic.
Yu Wei was thinking about what song to have the protagonist sing when the next second, the music supervisor called him out to ask how his solo stage was arranged.
Now it was his turn to go on stage and sing.
In many entertainment novels, the protagonist goes on stage to sing a new song; the song just debuted, yet the stage has built-in reverb score…
Providing accompaniment for a new song never heard before and perfectly fitting—this band was more impressive than the protagonist!
Some systems directly generated score USBs, not even pretending; creating from nothing, why sing at all?
Yu Wei was just a mortal in the flesh. Even if he had a song, he had to follow the process.
First report, then give the score, negotiate and communicate with the accompaniment teacher for the first plan, then cooperate in practice while adjusting details. Even working overtime, it took three or four days…
This approach obviously wouldn’t work now; time wasn’t enough, let alone he hadn’t gotten the song yet, with no score or accompaniment to discuss.
“How about this: I don’t need accompaniment. Can I a cappella at that time?”
“Are you crazy?”
The music supervisor just wanted to ask what song he was singing so they could record and fix the sound in advance, then lip-sync.
Who knew this kid would go straight to a cappella upon coming up—not just no lip-sync, he didn’t even want accompaniment…
He didn’t know about others, but didn’t the music supervisor know Yu Wei’s level after so long in the company?
With his raw voice, not going off-key was already good. No technique, all emotion, gasping every other line, with saliva sounds clearer than the lyrics.
This wasn’t crazy; this was wanting to kill the on-site audience. Even if he couldn’t be a star, he couldn’t retaliate against society!
We’re all teammates—can you not open your mouth?
“You’re serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Then sing two lines for me now?”
“…”
Now?
Yu Wei really couldn’t sing now. Did he have that singing skill to just sing?
“How about this: I’ll find one of your previously sung songs, fix the sound, and play it directly then.”
The music supervisor seemed to be asking his opinion today, but actually everything was already arranged, just waiting for him to nod.
In the company’s eyes, he was someone leaving the industry. For the farewell performance, just go through the motions, right?
Disbandment night had not only on-site audience but also live broadcast, concerning the company’s reputation and benefits—how could they let him cause chaos.
Forget singing a new song; his microphone was probably turned off.
“Alright then.”
In novels, this kind of thing could be glossed over sloppily; the protagonist always had a chance to perform, singing wherever whenever, everything flowing naturally…
But in reality, those skimmed-over plots were the lifelong pursuits of many.
Which performer’s chance to take the stage wasn’t fought for themselves?
How many beatings did it take to become a performer?
Now, Yu Wei was a performer who couldn’t get on stage. The opportunity in front of him also needed him to fight for it himself!
For this kind of thing, trash talk was useless.
Military orders or bet agreements—who had time to play house with you…
To make people believe, give convincing reasons. To get on stage, show strength. It was that simple.
Get the song as soon as possible; only then would the program have room for discussion. Otherwise, no deal.
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