Chapter 1: Writing Entertainment In An Entertainment World
Transmigrated, isn’t that ridiculous?
Yu Wei never dreamed that he, a writer, would transmigrate…
He had personally arranged transmigration ceremonies for so many male protagonists, and finally, this great fortune had landed on him.
He wasn’t clear on how he transmigrated, but this new identity was genuine, also called Yu Wei, but not a writer—instead, an ignored bottom tier in the entertainment industry.
In his previous life, Yu Wei wrote the most entertainment novels, who would have thought he’d actually become a star?
The him in the mirror was handsome and refined, even though his hair was collapsed and messy, paired with this face, it surprisingly had a disheveled charm.
The modeling was great, but his finances and level were terribly low; after debuting as a star for four years, he had no savings left…
“Poet grip!”
Still an artist? Yu Wei was richer than now even when he was a failure back then.
Writing entertainment and being a star, are they the same? Being a star just requires singing, dancing, acting, having commercial value, capital backing, being cautious in words and deeds, pleasing fans, and maintaining persona; novel authors have way more to consider…
Someone like him with no connections, no capital, no talent, no gift, and no understanding of socializing art—a pure vase—is just roadside trash in the entertainment industry.
Having seen a pig run and eaten pork, are they the same?
Forget going viral; with his current setup, he’s probably getting kicked out by the company upon contract expiration for a peaceful termination…
The even more ridiculous part is yet to come: this world is truly set up like an entertainment novel, with literary works completely different.
“I’m really done.”
Yu Wei writes entertainment stuff; doesn’t he know how absurd this worldview is? Everything else is the same, but works are completely different, just waiting to be copied, right?
Works not overlapping, yet public aesthetics and art categories are largely similar—isn’t that a contradiction?
Teasing aside, Yu Wei has written plenty of such novels; no method, gotta eat somehow, and some readers love it.
Reading web novels is just for fun; why nitpick so much?
But Yu Wei now isn’t in a novel.
He really transmigrated; slapping himself hurts…
Yu Wei picked up his mobile phone to check; familiar songs and film and television works from his memory couldn’t be found here, and the few duplicates were all same name.
Tracing the source, he finally found the culprit who changed the worldline.
This side actually produced a world-class superstar last century, single-handedly dominating the entire entertainment industry.
From then on, the entire entertainment industry was shrouded in his shadow, no one could match him, and subsequent works all became clumsy imitations of him…
“Holy cow, my novel protagonists aren’t as awesome as him.”
Unfortunately, heaven envies talent; this one didn’t survive the turn of the century, dying before the millennium.
One whale falls and all things thrive; the current entertainment industry basically grew from the soil he seeded, naturally vastly different from Earth’s native state.
The land is the same, but here someone built a greenhouse over it…
Because of a true leader, this side’s entertainment industry is much stronger than Earth’s; after all, everyone has tasted the real deal.
Put it this way: if Yu Wei also became an era-leading superstar, the entertainment industry a century later would surely look entirely different.
Too bad, he can’t do it.
Even if he could directly use the songs and scripts from memory, he still couldn’t… because he doesn’t remember much at all.
Who remembers that stuff? Even vague impressions aren’t deep; writing from fuzzy memory wouldn’t taste the same as the original.
Even if he wrote it out, he wouldn’t know how—he’s tone-deaf with no talent, and the original body is a pure useless vase who can’t even fully recognize sheet music.
Yu Wei laughed at himself in exasperation; he can’t grasp this refreshment opening himself, who to blame?
“Whatever, make some money first.”
He really doesn’t know how to be a star, but he knows how to write about stars; as a longtime old failure, what he’s best at is entertainment…
Rather than best at, it’s just the easiest to write—no experience or knowledge needed, just use a template to replicate one-to-one.
The only difficulty is finding a good entry point, aka gimmick, to immediately attract readers.
Top stream collapse house all-net black, slacking off down heavenly queen lick—ultimately, aren’t they all gimmicks?
Of course gimmicks are fine; reading is for novelty, and differentiated competition is natural.
“What kind of gimmick to think of?”
After registering his writer identity, Yu Wei stared at the blank work name field and fell into thought.
Entertainment novels are pretty common in this world, all kinds of themes; scrolling down endlessly, extremely competitive.
To stand out, he needs a one-of-a-kind gimmick…
Variety show? Freaking out? Feels off; everything’s been written now, even book name formats are cookie-cutter, can’t tell them apart at a glance.
Their editors said: don’t know what to write? Write Chinese entertainment, pick those hot female stars to write about, always some readers.
Yu Wei wants to, but he barely knows any female stars in this world; names don’t match, how to write?
Better to go fully fictional, less hassle.
“Got it.”
He has experience writing entertainment; soon he had a rough idea.
Rating apps have been hot lately, and online a bunch of scoring bros emerged who score everything from stars and internet celebrities to beverages and snacks.
This can tie into the entertainment industry, since internet trolls brush data and anti-fans give low scores, making many works and artists’ ratings “distorted”…
Linking to that recent hot meme about ratings, a book name was born in Yu Wei’s mind.
“Why Do Stars Care So Much About Ratings?”
Male protagonist is a traffic young fresh meat on the black-red route; after two and a half years of debut with score control at 2.5, he wins annual lowest-rated artist.
At that moment, male protagonist awakens the scoring system, can score people and things in the entertainment industry; more objective the score, richer the reward—gaining classic works and skill experience.
The following plot is simple: male protagonist becomes “domestic entertainment scoring bro,” outputting works to get stronger while bombarding the entire entertainment industry:
You, ugly looks and poor acting skills, baseline 6 points; you, relying on seniority and standing still, 8 points taken; you, howling like a ghost with fan hype, 3 points received; and you, talentless and virtue-less leading net violence, hardest one, steady 0 egg…
Writing in a novel is fine, but in reality, forget bombarding the entertainment industry—even offending capital means you can’t walk away unscathed; stirring trouble is just courting death.
What Yu Wei writes is brainless, but he’s not really an idiot.
Talent, public opinion, etc., are even less impressive; talent is just a tool before power, and manipulating public opinion is simpler—whoever comes can be crushed.
“Write an opening and submit first!”
After settling a simple plot, Yu Wei swept his hand across the screen and input the debut work’s name.
The moment he confirmed the book name, a virtual panel appeared before Yu Wei.
What was bound to come still came…
【Entertainment God System】
【Host: Yu Wei】
【Bound Novel: “Why Do Stars Care So Much About Ratings?”】
【Novel Internal Entertainment Works: None】
【Redeemable Works: None】
【Redeemed Works: None】
Holy entertainment god!
Why, after becoming a star, does the system that came still make him continue writing books? Thinks he failed not enough before?
This system is ridiculous too; if he doesn’t write books, he’ll never see the golden finger in his life…
As the panel appeared, a few lines of corresponding text notes also showed up beside it.
【Host can perfectly master Earth entertainment works through writing entertainment novels, including the works themselves, performance techniques, creation backgrounds, sources of inspiration, and content analysis.】
【After Earth literary works appear in the novel plot and novel data meets redemption requirements, you can perfectly master the corresponding works.】
【Wish you become an entertainment god soon.】
After reading this intro, Yu Wei was somewhat speechless; whatever works he writes in the book, he masters those works—is he some magic brush Ma Liang?
So to become a star, he still has to write entertainment novels first?
Sounds easy, but actually not hard; the problem is, which proper star writes entertainment novels?
Industry insider pretending to be profound? Totally upside down!
Yu Wei knows his own weight; all those failures boiled down to him sucking, no way around that.
Don’t end up writing a ton of works but novel performance not enough to redeem…
With “creation incentive,” Yu Wei’s writing enthusiasm soared unprecedentedly; before he could start typing, a sudden phone call forcibly interrupted him.
Inspiration gone, take a day off.
“Why aren’t you at rehearsal? I ask why aren’t you at rehearsal? Don’t you value the disbandment performance? Can’t even do a good parting?”
Hearing the agent’s roar on the phone, Yu Wei subconsciously recalled his homeroom teacher’s similar talking points, pitying the misfortune, angry at the lack of fight.
Seems like there really was such a thing…
Yu Wei is currently still one of the boy group members, but this group disbands soon; next Friday night is the farewell performance.
Called a boy group, he’s really just filler; the nailed “seven little ones” collapsed one, so he filled in.
This spot is illegitimate; think about it, resources can’t be good, plus original body slacked off completely, zero harvest after four years debut.
Others disband and go solo to vast skies; for him with zero commercial value, disbandment equals quitting the circle, becoming total passerby afterward.
Farewell performance, only he’s truly saying farewell.
“Sister Liu, I’ll definitely come this afternoon.”
Yu Wei checked the time; disbandment night is a week later, starting the book now can still make new book entry into the library.
As long as data passes, there’s opportunity to get a song at performance time; then, whether end point or start point, yet to be known.
No more talk, start writing.
