Chapter 100: The Power Of Technology, Amazing, Right?
“So you’re self-deprecating to… face your weak points with the determination to turn the blade inward, turn self-reflection into forward momentum, and set an example in the Entertainment Industry of striving forward despite knowing one’s deficiencies and aiming for distant mountains?”
“No, I just want to fish.”
Qi Luo An looked at the official media’s commentary that closely followed current events and clicked her tongue in helplessness. Yu Wei had been pulled in by the officials to endorse.
Actually, his novel had been “praised” by name a few days ago, showing that Yu Wei had already entered their vision.
This was inevitable too. When a star’s influence reaches a certain level, they will be noticed; it’s a manifestation of social value.
But Yu Wei took it very lightly…
In Entertainment Novels, the protagonist always reaches this step. On one hand, it increases the protagonist’s legitimacy and authority; on the other, it makes the protagonist’s image more positive.
Actually, Yu Wei acknowledged this too. As a public figure, bearing some social responsibility is appropriate, and conveying certain positive meaning and positive energy is perfectly fine.
But novels are novels, reality is reality. In novels, the protagonist connects with the officials to jump out of capital’s quagmire, and once they gain that red endorsement, they achieve a dimensional upgrade in status.
In reality, you can only go this far, no further.
Treating red attribute as an invincibility pass to recklessly stir trouble everywhere—that plot is fine to see in novels, but don’t actually believe it.
Even as a favored minister, you can’t impeach all the officials…
So Yu Wei’s idea was to do his own thing well, ignore all the irrelevant stuff. He’d help where needed, but he couldn’t think of himself as that important.
Sharing the ruler’s worries is fine, but don’t be arrogant from favoritism.
If anyone had the most complicated mood at this moment, it was absolutely the haters under the Round Head Elder account who were pushing conspiracy theories and mourning.
These days, someone actually anonymously hated on themselves?
The key was they really believed it, even treating the elder as the “anti-Yu” spiritual leader. Telling them now that the person was Yu Wei?
Then what were all their marks left in the comment section?
The haters didn’t even have time to hate Yu Wei for toying with them; now they just wanted to hurry back and delete all those things…
Looking back, the content they posted back then was ridiculously funny. Even one more second of looking made them feel embarrassed and awkward.
This feeling was like shouting “mom” in a game, only to actually run into your real mom. The highest realm of breaking defense wasn’t hysteria, but wanting to cry without tears.
Yu Wei’s move was too ruthless.
After this, who would dare to hate? Who knows if that netizen you’re freely badmouthing Yu Wei to, who nods along so convincingly, is him in person?
There really aren’t many stars who can blend in like him.
“Do you still use that account?”
Qi Luo An casually searched up the Round Head Elder’s Short Video account. This account, which once had only single-digit audience in a live broadcast room, now had 120,000 fans.
Some were people who came after the program aired to join the fun, but there were also quite a few black fans drawn in after it turned into a “cyber mourning hall” before.
Although the Music Blind Box program was popular, the audience willing to watch Variety Shows was ultimately a minority. Many netizens probably still didn’t know about the alternate account for now.
Black fans were even less likely to come watch Yu Wei’s program. Those out of the loop were probably still treating the elder as their banner, surfing tomorrow when the sky falls…
“Not much use.”
After the second Program Recording ended, Yu Wei hadn’t logged into this account. It was just to handle the errand anyway; its task was already completed.
“If it’s no use, give it to me. I’ll help you run it.”
This idea had just popped into Qi Luo An’s head. She’d just searched for Yu Wei on Short Video and found quite a few issues.
Yu Wei’s popularity was very high, but his account only had a few singing Short Videos. No matter how high the popularity, netizens had nowhere to discuss.
Never underestimate the discussion power of the Short Video platform. As a national-level app, its user base was enormous, much stronger than Weibo.
For public figures, staying within the circle to amuse oneself is minor; breaking through the circle and even shattering boundaries for influence is most important.
Yu Wei had great public appeal. Writing novels and songs was quite breaking through the circle too, but he didn’t operate his account much, so popularity couldn’t be retained and was instead ridden by those internet celebrity bloggers and marketing accounts.
It wasn’t suitable for a star’s official account to post too much irrelevant stuff. An alternate account was perfect; Qi Luo An could occasionally clip some fun stuff and post it.
At least convert the popularity onto Yu Wei, giving netizens a space to discuss.
Like novel plot… well, there’s not much to say about the plot.
Hearing this, Yu Wei was somewhat surprised. Actually, the company had also asked Liu Ning to pass on the message about operating a Short Video account, but he really had no time.
Keeping daily updates wasn’t easy. Where would the time come from to shoot videos and edit? Those few singing Short Videos were all casually shot by him.
“Account income fifty-fifty.”
He teased with a sentence, which counted as agreement. The account was idle anyway; if Qi Luo An had time to post some Short Videos to maintain popularity, that was great.
Income and such didn’t matter. Self-media bloggers made money from live broadcasts and ads anyway; video data didn’t earn much. Giving it to her as hard work pay was fine.
Stirred up by Yu Wei’s incident, the Music Blind Box program itself surprisingly had little discussion, to the point that the exciting performances later left the audience lacking interest.
Where did so much nationwide shock come from? Everyone’s energy was limited. After just gossiping, even if immortal music came later, they had no mind to listen.
The later program held no interest for Yu Wei and Qi Luo An anyway, since they were both on-site at the recording at the time.
“Invisible Wings” only blew up the next day. Netizens who were tired from gossiping that night revisited it and then noticed there was another big one hidden later in the program.
Honestly, when they saw a blind girl singing on stage, their first reaction was sympathy. Even if she sang poorly, there was no need to nitpick.
But when Lin Yuting opened her mouth, the audience realized they were wrong. She had no gorgeous singing technique, no clever vibrato, only a gentleness that was almost sincere.
Sincerity is the ultimate move.
The moment the chorus arrived, the flood of emotion finally burst its banks. They heard Lin Yuting’s determination from it, as if they had personally witnessed her transformation.
“I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings.”
In the video, Lin Yuting suddenly raised her head, her neck tensing into a stubborn curve. Her volume wasn’t loud, yet it pierced the clouds like a needle, nailing the abstract hope in the song onto the curtain of reality.
By the time they heard this, the previous sympathy had long evaporated. All that remained in their hearts was shock and reverence.
The entire singing process of the song corresponded to Lin Yuting’s state of mind. Everyone witnessed her transformation from confusion to persistence and finally to change.
Compared to those empty inspirational slogans, this was like real hope and miracle…
As the final notes slowly faded, Lin Yuting’s chest was still heaving. The screen went dark as the program entered its finale, but that pair of invisible wings successfully landed in everyone’s heart.
The Music Blind Box program did have a clip of Lin Yuting live singing, and she sang pretty well, but it was far inferior to the final stage effect.
What magic does Yu Wei’s song have that it could make her progress so much in a short time?
“Is this the music sorcerer? The songs he writes can make the singer improve by an order of magnitude.”
“I’ve said don’t call him sorcerer, call him pastor.”
“This is China, call him music scene sorcerer.”
Netizens were being abstract, but Invisible Wings really had something. The song’s melody was gentle and catchy, plus its simple and easy-to-sing quality, so it spread very quickly.
When Yu Wei finished writing and checked again, this song had become the traffic password in the cover song scene. Although they couldn’t sing the transformative feeling like Lin Yuting, none of them sounded bad.
This song is hard to sing badly, unless you can’t sing at all, or your voice is completely unsuitable…
He was browsing song-related recommendations, and unexpectedly came across Teacher Meng asking him in the second episode.
Not tailor-made, so can I sing it too?
The program team also edited this line into the main episode. It was said by Meng Han before singing, but after hearing the song and then watching it, the program effect was full.
“Support Teacher Meng singing, it must sound great.”
“I want to hear it too. Such a gentle song is perfect for a tough guy like him.”
“Now I have to listen.”
“Scared.jpg.”
Coincidentally, Yu Wei actually wanted to hear it too, but Teacher Meng Han was probably still recuperating now. Not to mention singing, he might even miss the fourth episode.
While netizens were watching the fun and making trouble, suddenly a netizen named End Night Memorial proposed using AI.
Meng Han has no time to sing, so they train an AI based on Meng Han’s voice, and then they can listen however they want.
What era is it, still listening to traditional singing?
“Genius!”
Yu Wei often saw those tuned AI singing videos. Satisfying curiosity was one thing, and many advanced language models sang quite well.
This idea quickly gained everyone’s support. The idea came that day, and the song was out that night.
When Yu Wei clicked into the video, it was already too late to leave. The time was too short, and the AI model’s voice didn’t particularly resemble Meng Han, but as soon as it opened its mouth, he couldn’t hold it in.
The hoarse throat sound mixed with electronic tones rolled over the wilderness like gravel. As soon as it opened its mouth, it forged Lin Yuting’s version of the feather-light melody into steel.
Every explosive enunciation was like horseshoes shattering an icy river. When the three resounding words “I know” burst from the video, Yu Wei still laughed unkindly.
The power of technology, amazing, right?
But he hadn’t gloated for long before he soon saw himself in the comment section.
“Teacher Meng Han sang Yu Wei’s song. Can Yu Wei sing Teacher Meng Han’s rock music too?”
This message quickly gained everyone’s support. You wouldn’t believe it, but after knowing Yu Wei for so long, he really hadn’t sung anyone else’s song.
Plus Yu Wei had many new songs with rich voice sources. Not long after, his AI singing model was made, and the song the blogger chose was Meng Han’s Smog.
“Yu Wei knows he was wrong. Smog is indeed stronger than Blue Lotus, with audio as proof.”
“This is Yu Wei personally proving that Smog is just a pile of crap.”
Comment section netizens were going wild, and there were already comments requesting “Yu Wei sings everything.”
People in the past listened to whatever was available, people later searched for whatever they wanted to hear, now people make whatever they want to hear themselves.
They dare to make the video, but Yu Wei himself doesn’t dare to listen…
Become sinister what?
Extra update tonight.
