Chapter 113: The Program Team Is Still Trying Their Best
The third episode of the program wasn’t particularly novel, but Yu Wei finally saw Tong Yulu’s somewhat concealed rhythmic gymnastics team uniform.
Rhythmic gymnastics wear focuses on art, but her figure is truly outstanding, with Lycra fabric tightly wrapping her undulating curves, plus the slender beautiful legs acknowledged by book friends in chapter reviews…
Even though the program’s camera shots were very polite, the audience all bring their own high-magnification lenses, and the short few shots were all highlights.
“Little Deer Sister has a great figure, huh?”
Seeing that Yu Wei hadn’t spoken, Qi Luo An simply took the initiative to break the ice, her voice like a hook wrapped in honey.
On the screen, the corner of her mouth curved into a sly arc; looking is just human nature, she also loves looking at pretty older sisters.
“I’m a gentleman.”
“Really? For real?” Qi Luo An slowly took a sip of juice, biting the straw with a crunch, “It’s so big, and you can hold back from looking…”
“Big what? Objectifying women, huh? You’re so vulgar, I’m going to Xiaohongshu to call you out.”
“?”
Yu Wei’s hat came out of nowhere; Qi Luo An was a bit amused in anger. How did she become the one objectifying women? Turning the tables, huh?
“Fine, fine, fine, remember what you said.”
She blinked, her smile brimming with delight hiding a sense of comfort, her mood unexpectedly good.
In the program, the four guests were grouped one after another. Although Yu Wei and Meng Han’s training was also very diligent, the audience still preferred watching Tong Yulu and Su Xinnan.
What’s there to see with big bosses sweating?
Leaving aside Tong Yulu’s youthful vibrancy, Su Xinnan’s swimming class truly captured all the eyeballs; an athlete’s swimsuit is very conservative, but on her, it was far from negligible.
The swimsuit clung to her body like a second layer of skin, revealing the curves sculpted by water flow without reservation, especially her slender waist like a willow branch…
Sometimes one can’t help but sigh that the older generation’s aesthetics still have something to them; Sister Nan could still battle for another ten years in Chinese entertainment novels.
Though this isn’t anything to be proud of either.
“It’s almost time for you to write the script.”
As one of the event’s assistants, Qi Luo An naturally knew the exact time, and she also wanted to see Yu Wei’s perspective on that side.
The original situation was that Yu Wei ran ten kilometers of cardio until he was exhausted like a grandson, and only took a call to write the script while strolling because he couldn’t run anymore.
But under the program team’s editing, Yu Wei walked with calm confidence, utterly poised, and finally recounting the script over the phone was seamless.
It was just like he suddenly had inspiration and decided to jot it down quickly.
“So suave, how come I didn’t know?”
It had to be said that the program team’s editing was actually more logical; a creator suddenly having inspiration and wanting to note it down made perfect sense.
If edited truthfully, Yu Wei reciting the script out of the blue would sound like a charlatan at first listen…
“Checked Weibo; quite a few people are looking forward to your script.”
Qi Luo An was just about to say some words of encouragement, but suddenly remembered that this script was for her unreliable dad’s movie, and the enthusiasm she had just mustered instantly dissipated.
A rating over 5 would be a success!
“People looking forward to it is a good thing.”
Yu Wei’s performance in the program was exaggerated, but it solidly drew traffic to the movie; many viewers who hadn’t read the novel also heard about this script written by Yu Wei.
Viewers who know the movie and have a favorable impression of him can easily turn into organic promoters, spontaneously supporting the movie when the time comes, which is a good thing.
“I wanted to ask you too: who plays Qiu Ya and Ma Dongmei?”
The script was finalized by Qi Luo An, and she remembered it clearly; the male lead has kissing scenes with both of them—one is just a peck, the other is a real deep kiss.
Though it’s for the plot, thinking about it still feels so awkward…
“Not decided yet; we don’t know either.”
Yu Wei really hadn’t thought that far; it’s work needs, just go through the motions, no need to take it too seriously.
After glancing at netizens’ expectant comments about the movie, the two patiently continued watching. The four guests all suffered quite a bit in this episode of the program, but Yu Wei suffered the most.
Others would at least pretend to rest, but Yu Wei truly persisted; even when really tired, he would stroll around, unable to stop at all.
Rather than calling it mental fortitude, it’s better to say he’s genuinely honest; everyone sees Yu Wei earning this variety show money without envy.
After the program formally entered the practice singing phase, the program team started scheming again; the editing for the other groups showed tacit understanding and steady improvement, but when it came to Yu Wei’s group, it was full of mistakes…
Dream Chaser’s Heart was already a tough song to sing, and Xing Chao made plenty of mistakes during practice; now the program team had found their angle.
The program started with a shot of a singing mistake, plus the low atmosphere from various practice mishaps midway; even mature viewers knowing it was intentional couldn’t help but worry.
Praise after criticizing applies in all fields; in novels, it’s the routine of humiliation followed by comeback, and variety shows use this trick to build expectation.
Often, those frequent mistakes in the program turn out to be nothing in the end; real mistakes aren’t even included in the main footage.
“This song sounds difficult; you really know how to make it tough for fans.”
As someone who had been put in a tough spot before, Qi Luo An deeply understood; honestly, the pressure to sing Yu Wei’s songs wasn’t ordinary.
Others choose covers; the songs were already familiar, no learning cost, just practice cooperation.
But Yu Wei’s were all new songs; not only learn them from scratch in days, but they were all high difficulty—how could the pressure not be huge?
For cover old songs, with the original singer’s version ahead, you can just sing casually; but for original new song debut stage, who would dare slack off?
Yu Wei’s move was too ruthless, directly teaching a lesson to the fans in his group…
“No method; don’t know anything else.”
This phrase was almost Yu Wei’s catchphrase; only originals, can’t sing others’ songs—not just a little pretentious.
Qi Luo An tsked twice without saying more; the program finally entered the final performance phase.
Under the program team’s deliberate guidance, the audience only saw the other three radiant groups and Xing Chao with a face full of anxiety.
Can they pull it off this episode?
Especially after seeing the wonderful performances of the first two; Su Xinnan performed normally, but unexpectedly even Tong Yulu had such strong stage performance.
At this time, Tong Yulu had already shone brightly in Yu Wei’s book, thoroughly advancing from the third-tier edge to second-tier, with capital’s assistance making her team much more professional.
Actually, her own strength hadn’t improved much, but with professionalism, business capability, and career planning in place, the impression instantly levels up.
“Is this the strength of the first Wei Girl?”
Qi Luo An’s words were pure teasing; if there really was such a saying, then wouldn’t the recently competition-advancing and hotly discussed Zhou Mumu be the second?
“Don’t be sour; the roles in the book aren’t as important as my operations officer…”
“Okay, okay, okay.”
Knowing it was Yu Wei’s teasing, Qi Luo An still ate it up; after hearing it, her tone unconsciously became a few degrees brighter.
Thinking the first two groups’ performances were already stunning enough, unexpectedly the third one, Meng Han, also brought an original.
As soon as Hou Yi came out, the stage was instantly ignited; he wrote this song outstandingly and performed it brilliantly, and the archer’s bass guitar was eye-opening.
Said arrow on the string, how come it’s bass strings?
The song’s effect was explosive; even across a screen, the audience could be infected by the on-site atmosphere—that’s rock music’s charm.
Could the last-to-perform Yu Wei hold the finale?
Especially with the program team giving a big close-up of Meng Han’s gaze at Yu Wei, combined with the plot from the novel, the tension was maxed out.
Knew Teacher Meng wouldn’t accept losing after seeing his representative work beaten; Yu Wei was really in trouble this time…
“This song is indeed good, high completeness; Teacher Meng’s edge is still sharp.”
After watching the program, Qi Luo An lavishly praised the song; whether song quality, intent, or core, it was top among its type.
If one had to point out a flaw, it was that the song lacked emotion, making it hard for the audience to produce resonance.
If Yu Wei wanted to win, he could only go for emotional resonance.
Just as she guessed, the song Yu Wei brought was themed on dreams, hitting the audience’s sweet spot.
On the screen, Yu Wei and Xing Chao seemed to have hardly cooperated, even their positioning casual, but as singing began, the melody hooked into the eardrums like a sudden stab.
Guitar strings sliced through the air, drum beats hit the chest cavity; Xing Chao’s gravelly voice tore the silence: “Where on earth is the world full of flowers.”
The lyrics pressed like a scorching branding iron, everyone’s throats suddenly tightened, overlapping with the line “down and out” in the lyrics.
On the sofa, in bed, even bodies still working overtime unconsciously tensed up…
Actually, from a professional angle, Xing Chao had plenty of mistakes, but once you immerse, it’s hard to analyze with technique.
The melody kept climbing, drums denser, as if countless hands pushed their backs; Xing Chao’s voice began to tremble, even bursting into raw cracks at high notes.
Yu Wei’s assistance was timely, but the stage rhythm was obviously disrupted from the rescue performance.
“Maybe I have no talent, but I have the innocence of dreams.” Xing Chao suddenly clenched his fist, nails digging into his palm.
This was the scene from the program’s start, with an obvious performance mistake; seeing it again now, everyone felt their breath catch.
They still really wanted to hear the song to the end.
Listening to this song, they only felt a breath stifled in their hearts—be it self-doubt, down and out, or those unbearable pasts…
Suddenly, all instruments paused half a beat.
Under Yu Wei’s control, all the low pressure from mistakes converged here; the screen darkened, leaving only a follow spot hitting their upturned faces.
In the instant sweat beads rolled down, Xing Chao unleashed all the strength in his life, smashing that line into the night sky:
“Run forward—”
A thunderbolt exploding from the soles raced up the spine to the crown! This cracked shout like a dull axe cleaved their numbness.
The lyrics’ “facing cold stares and mockery” turned into a tangible hurricane, all stirred up by this roar, rampaging through their veins.
The program team’s editing was a stroke of genius; after the suppression, instead of continuing on the two on stage, the scene switched directly to many real shots of competitions.
Slow motion focused on the champion podium, the gold medal winner draped in the national flag, full of vigor, audience seats boiling like a red ocean.
Eliminated contestant walking alone to the rest tunnel, shadows swallowing half her body, mirror reflecting him quickly wiping tears, finger joints whitening from tension.
Long-distance runner limping across the line injured, swimmer with red eyes hugging teammate…
“Keep running with the pride of the innocent
The brilliance of life can’t be seen without persisting to the end
Better to burn passionately than linger on
For the beauty in your heart
No compromise until old.”
The scenes didn’t stop there, gradually switching to you, me, him in everyday life…
Everyone has their own arena.
If someone interviewed the program-watching audience now, asking whose song between Meng Han and Yu Wei was better, they might not be able to say.
But if you ask which they like more, they’d say without hesitation.
This cracked shout finally pierced the cocoon of mediocrity, successfully stirring waves in their hearts.
One song of course can’t change anything, but at least when hearing this song, they’ll recall the dream chaser’s heart of flesh slamming against destiny’s iron walls.
Just as they were moved by the deep impression this song left, the program team surprisingly arranged two lines from Yu Wei before his performance at the end.
The program team was still trying hard!
“Can’t let you solo alone; no time to explain, let’s go together.”
What, there’s still a master?
The song’s done and you tell me the chorus was a spur-of-the-moment?
