Chapter 118: Stop It, Don’t Fight Anymore
Alright, Yu someone is still a failure…
Yu Wei wanted to write a new book opening, but after pondering for half a day he had no inspiration. Qi Luo An was already bored enough to start humming on the other end of the phone.
“Don’t you usually come up with failure ideas pretty quickly? Inspiration dried up today?”
“Yeah, can’t think of anything for the moment.”
Being a failure is like that—ideas pop out one after another when bragging, but when you really need them, nothing comes to mind.
Maybe just now helping Hu Xing think of a new book really drained his inspiration. Yu Wei didn’t force it, since there was no rush anyway.
It was an unexpected discovery to begin with. If it works out, it’s a surprise; if not, it doesn’t affect the original trajectory. New books do need polishing, so take it slow.
“Go check out some similar types first. I’ll tell you when I have an idea.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it myself too.”
Qi Luo An still had some ideas about trying to write things herself. Many readers have this thought, but just can’t put it into action.
Now that she had the opportunity, of course she wanted to give it a try. Although the work in the novel was provided by Yu Wei, the roles and plot were all designed by her. This level of freedom was just right for a newcomer.
After hanging up, Yu Wei adjusted his mood and started today’s writing. New books and such were just bonuses; the focus still had to be on “Why Does the Star Care So Much About Ratings?”
This book was closely related to him, like the wife who shared his hardships at home—naturally incomparable to those ordinary beauties outside…
The competition results between Su Jian and Chen Chen were out. Justice ultimately failed to defeat evil, and Su Jian advanced to the next round thanks to his abstract style.
Although Chen Chen had to go to the revival match, she didn’t lose out. Just this morning, she posted a video of “Challenge: Watch ‘giao’ with a straight face.”
Because of her connection to this thing, the video’s program effect exploded, causing netizens to frantically take screenshots.
In the screenshots, she looked like she wanted to cry but had no tears, with Su Jian’s crazy “giao” video playing beside her. One sad, one happy, one loss, one win—it successfully gave the picture a black humor vibe.
This image quickly became a sticker pack, captioned “I lost to something like this.” It looked silly and abstract, so it rapidly went viral.
It can only be said that she’s worthy of someone who could come up with the cheeky routine of “Benefactor Teacher Yu Wei”—truly born to eat internet rice. She always makes choices that maximize profit.
Although the match between Su Jian and Chen Chen was a bit abstract, the next one was definitely the main event.
In the first round fifth match of “Top Streamer,” Tong Yulu would battle Chi Leying.
Matches three and four were briefly mentioned by him. In the novel, it couldn’t all be real stars doing PKs. For showdowns between natives, readers used to seeing bloodbaths wouldn’t be very interested.
As for why these two were fighting in the arena, Yu Wei didn’t even need to arrange it. Most of the entertainment industry knew they didn’t get along. Ever since he started writing the competition plot, the comment section had people fanning the flames.
“Teacher, you must write Tong Yulu vs Chi Leying. If you’re too busy, give me the pen and let me write it.”
It was clear everyone really wanted to see bloodbaths, even willing to tire themselves out to stir things up. Writing Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu’s love-hate relationship was fun, but the funniest was still having these two pure enemies fight.
No sparring or exchange, no holding back—they were really going for the kill. Winning or losing didn’t matter; they had to step on each other.
Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu had fans who didn’t get along, but the leads themselves got along great. These two were different: fans were arch-rivals, and the leads didn’t get along either.
Whatever new or old grudges, they only had endless hatred…
Last time the two sides argued until Tong Yulu rose to prominence, Chi Leying’s side had made wedding clothes for others and definitely harbored resentment. This time, they would probably go all out to get revenge.
Thinking that his book was about to become a fan circle duel arena, Yu Wei felt both excited and conflicted. Watching the fun was refreshing, but if the book review environment got too toxic, it would affect impressions.
But there was no need to worry about that. His readers had spontaneously reached a tacit understanding: if star fans started arguing, they’d blindly vote for whichever side had the dirtier mouth.
It can only be said that book friends really know how to fan the flames and cause chaos…
This threat was absolutely strong and effective. With evenly matched forces on both sides, any third-party involvement could easily change the battlefield.
Even if they kept trash-talking, they’d definitely tone it down a bit.
[Seeing the contestant on stage was Tong Yulu, the audience’s gazes instinctively fell on Mentor Wei Yu. Who knows if their rumors were true or false…
“A tiny little bean, written into poems by ancients, said to understand lovesickness the most. But do you know? It has also been boiled to mush, simmered on the stove fire, into a pot of thick wounds, just like those unspeakable attachments and regrets.”
Tong Yulu enunciated each word, looking meaningfully at Wei Yu, her tone even somewhat resentful.
“It’s about all unfinished feelings, hands not held, scenery not seen through, and that stubbornness of knowing everything has an end yet still choosing to cling and not let go.”
The piano prelude rose like thin mist, and Tong Yulu began her performance of “Red Bean.”
Yu Wei still remembered the setting in the book: the Tong Yulu in the novel was the protagonist’s scheming green tea ex-girlfriend. The persona couldn’t be dropped.
Open the tea!
The day before yesterday when he asked Tong Yulu what she was going to sing, she thought about it and chose this “Red Bean.”
On one hand, because the song’s quality was good enough; on the other, compared to Yu Wei’s rock high notes, “Red Bean” suited her better.
Little did she know that choosing this hit the gun muzzle. Coincidentally, Chi Leying also chose this song, for exactly the same reasons.
This way, both of their competition songs were the same…
Not only new and old grudges, but even choosing the same song for the competition—this was truly a tip-of-the-spear-to-wheat-a-wn grudge match.
Competing with two different songs, the loser could still blame song quality. Now that the song choices collided, losing could only be due to hard strength gap.
This was true control of variables.
Two people singing one song—the comparison would be brutal. Whoever went off-pitch, wasn’t steady, or didn’t sing well would be easy to spot in contrast.
Being defeated by an arch-rival with the same move—however you think about it, it’s humiliating. Losing this one would mean getting stepped on forever, never able to straighten up.
Yu Wei even specially asked if they wanted to change songs, but both replies were no. Being timid before battle is half a loss.
Backing down isn’t much better than losing. At this point, better to compete properly—losing standing up doesn’t lose face.
They really did want to compete properly too. No opportunity in reality, so borrowing the novel to exchange moves remotely wasn’t bad.
After all, they were all stars. Fans tearing each other apart every day wasn’t ideal; better to decide right to speak with strength.
The songs were asked about the day before yesterday, but their singing videos hadn’t arrived yet. Looked like both were carefully preparing, probably wanting to show perfect state to crush the other.
Yu Wei wasn’t in a hurry. Since that was the case, he simply released two chapters together, uploading both videos at once to eliminate the interference of performance order.
Keep writing while waiting.
[Strings rose quietly like tides, carrying Chi Leying’s voice climbing higher.
“Sometimes, sometimes, I believe everything has an end…”
At the moment the chorus arrived, her voice suddenly opened wide, no longer a whisper but a resolute declaration.
A crack opened in that clear cold timbre. She slightly raised her head, the chase light outlining her tense neckline and the stubborn curve of her jaw, as if silently wrestling with the sense of destiny in the lyrics.
The last note faded, she didn’t bow, just stood quietly in place, letting the afterglow settle in the silence.
“8.2, not bad.”
Wei Yu’s rating was late but arrived. It was clear he was fairly satisfied with both performances.
In the previous first chapter, Yu Wei gave Tong Yulu 8.1. This 0.1 difference wasn’t his subjective guess; it was just that Chi Leying’s voice was indeed closer to the impression of the original singer.
In terms of song suitability, she was stronger than Tong Yulu. Just unknown what their actual sung effects would be like.
While he was busy wrapping up the second chapter, Tong Yulu’s video arrived, and she even probed enemy intel at Yu Wei’s.
Hearing Chi Leying’s video hadn’t arrived yet, Tong Yulu was completely unsettled. She thought she had been diligent enough, but there was still a master?
“When she sends her video later, can you let me see it first?”
“Of course not, can’t leak contestant information.”
Trying to go through the backdoor, huh? Can’t set that precedent. Their “Top Streamer” was a fake program, but the competition still had to be taken seriously.
This video wasn’t simple—the file was much larger than others’ competition videos, obviously effort put into video and audio quality.
While he was receiving the file, Chi Leying’s video arrived too. Good grief, this one was even bigger…
Did these two edit an MV and send it over?
It was clear they both had reasons they couldn’t lose.
Updating too late today already had readers asking if he was dropping the updates. Yu Wei said nothing, just released two chapters in one go, along with the two singing videos.
””Top Streamer” First Round Tong Yulu Competition Song “Red Bean””
””Top Streamer” First Round Chi Leying Competition Song “Red Bean””
After posting the voting comments, Yu Wei clearly felt the heat for these two chapters exploding. His backstage private messages grew at a speed comparable to being cyberbullied, hitting 99+ in a blink.
“Holy crap, it really came, battle of destiny,”
“Oh man, can’t look at chapter reviews these days, girl group fans tear too hard.”
“Don’t worry, whoever trash-talks first we vote the other side.”
“Damn, they both sang ‘Red Bean’?”
“Good good good, competing like this huh. Clashing songs isn’t scary, whoever sounds bad gets embarrassed.”
The fan circle troops hadn’t arrived yet; readers’ discussions were mostly gossiping and watching the drama.
Every now and then a thick-skinned one would pop up with “eldest wife vs second wife battle,” and everyone would wake him up…
Yu Wei finally had time to appreciate their videos. Tong Yulu’s voice was lively and sweet-biased, not very matching this ethereal delicate song.
But their team obviously knew the issue, so they adjusted Tong Yulu’s singing method, making it sound much more restrained.
Not only that, the entire song’s recording was specially done on a cool-toned stage, using atmosphere to further dilute Tong Yulu’s timbre issue.
Being popular is different; the new team’s business capability was strong, especially good at playing to strengths and compensating weaknesses.
“Holy crap.”
Thought Tong Yulu’s preparation was already sufficient, but Chi Leying’s video had even more design sense. Besides the performance, it inserted some love drama clips, greatly enhancing the story aspect.
Of course not domestic soap operas, but a Japanese drama with quite good reputation and high fame domestically.
The song’s delicacy became concrete at this moment, elevating the audiovisual experience by a whole level.
“Immortal fight.”
Yu Wei hadn’t expected singing videos to be played with such flair by them—meticulous editing aside, they even started building atmosphere.
If this kept going, would it develop into live concert singing…
“Top Streamer”‘s fake competition was just a makeshift team—how were these people all so serious one by one?
He hadn’t even put up prizes yet.
Yu Wei even had a sense of the temple being too small for so many Buddhas, the monk sweeping the floor deep in thought watching the immortal fight.
Stop, don’t fight anymore.
