Chapter 162: What Does Entertainment Need With Sweet Romance?
While the entire internet was buzzing with discussions about Yu Wei’s “The Ordinary Road,” Yu Wei churned out another chapter of the novel.
“Malice” Chapter Six, fresh out of the oven.
This was something netizens hadn’t expected. Everyone was watching the program, but the person involved ran off to write, right? Wasn’t he worried at all that people would question him after the program aired?
So confident?
From the results, Yu Wei indeed had the capital for that confidence. Over sixty percent of netizens thought his song was better.
What Number One Person? They only trusted their own ears.
If it were before, they wouldn’t have dared to say such things, but after Yu Wei returned from abroad, his status had changed.
He was no longer just the newcomer singer with many representative works, but a Chinese filmmaker who had made outstanding contributions to the film industry, and even more so, a pianist who had already made a name for himself.
Yu Wei’s all-around development gave them the confidence to challenge authority. After all, short films and piano were fields Chen Ping had never touched.
Not to mention Yu Wei had an even more proud novel. His versatility was much more exaggerated than Chen Ping’s.
“Malice” Chapter Six continued the detective’s investigation into Yenoyaguchi Shu and Higa’s past. Through further investigation, it revealed that Yenoyaguchi Shu had been involved in a bullying case and took on-site photos, while Higa had possessed those photos.
Yenoyaguchi, suffering a cancer relapse and fearing Higa would expose his crimes, decided to murder Higa.
At this point, the content of the first six chapters of the novel finally connected. The failure killing the Great God was real, but the so-called ghostwriting was just fake evidence fabricated by the failure.
Not content with just killing, he even framed and slandered, ruining someone’s reputation after death. Yenoyaguchi Shu’s malicious intent successfully gave readers who saw this a chill.
As expected of a failure, writing a failure villain so incisively…
After updating the novel, Yu Wei finally reconnected to the internet. He opened his mobile phone and saw new messages from Qi Luo An, seven screenshots in a row.
The first was a screenshot of the Trending Search List. Yu Wei took a closer look and saw that he alone occupied four spots.
#I choose Yu Wei he’s the overwhelming choice
#The Ordinary Road
#Where The Ordinary Road wins
#Yu Wei god pic
“What god pic?”
Yu Wei could roughly understand the first three trending searches, but the last one was a bit abstract. He clicked in and glanced, only to find it was a photo of him writing in the guesthouse.
Gotta say, the composition of this photo was really good. Yu Wei subconsciously wanted to save it, but then he spotted the watermark in the bottom right corner.
Forget it, his OCD couldn’t stand that…
The following screenshots were netizens’ comments and praise shots. Yu Wei was naturally happy seeing them. Being praised was always better than being cursed, as long as he didn’t get arrogant.
Just as he was about to wash up and sleep, Qi Luo An sent two more screenshots, both fresh.
Not a word, just sending pics relentlessly.
Qi Luo An wasn’t particular about replies. No reply was fine, nothing to ask, just send what she wanted.
“1.”
Yu Wei typed a 1 and politely started looking at the pics. Qi Luo An’s two new screenshots were impressive, both groups of old Dengs of Chen Ping’s generation commenting, some of whom Yu Wei had seen before.
‘Ye Sheng Yu: Old Chen didn’t lose unjustly. The arrangement of “The Ordinary Road” is deliberately imperfect, the highest level of artistic expression.
The deviations in some pitches perfectly match the song’s sense of confusion. This near-sigh expression is textbook-level.
If Qi Yuan hadn’t done the arrangement, Old Chen would have lost even more miserably.’
This Master Ye had evaluated the arrangement of “Bubble” last time too, probably a professional arrangement master with strong business capability.
The second screenshot was even more fun. Senior Li Bing Wen analyzed the lyrics and music of these two songs, concluding they were each excellent in their own way.
It was originally a harmless nice guy statement offending no one, but who knew another veteran artist replied in the comment section.
‘Hou Chuan: You’re evaluating now? Have you ever beaten Chen Ping? Evaluating here, assuming? Yu Wei can do it, you have the nerve to evaluate their songs?’
It looked aggressive, but it was just elderly people bickering.
The two went back and forth in the comment section, outright arguing, also giving netizens a bit of fun from veteran artists.
Yu Wei had actually heard of this Old Hou. That particularly laughable song Zhang Lingye sang before was written by him as a gift. Unexpectedly, it flopped to new heights, becoming a hot potato.
After singing that song, even Zhang Lingye’s fans didn’t dare acknowledge him, successfully falling from the most popular captain to eternal second place. Truly tireless in ruining people.
Yu Wei didn’t dare look more. He still had to catch an early flight…
The next morning, he met Qi Luo An at the airport. The wonderful trip was about to end. Once the plane landed, one would go to work, the other to school, back to their routines.
“Should’ve asked for a couple more days off.”
When Qi Luo An asked for leave, her advisor approved without hesitation. Attending an International Film Festival, how could they not approve? Setting aside the rest, it brought honor to their school too.
As for delaying studies, as if Qi Luo An would study obediently if she stayed at school… Anyway, it was all just getting by, better to do something proper.
“Don’t regret it when it’s too late.”
They were already boarding, what was there to regret? Qi Luo An’s situation made taking leave easy.
University didn’t have so many rigid rules, all about human relationships. If she networked a bit better, she could even be an honor alumnus.
“Hurry and finish telling that X plot, I can update the plot tonight.”
Qi Luo An had wanted to stockpile some manuscript last night, but with parents around, she couldn’t focus, afraid they’d discover.
No method, had to cram tonight.
Yu Wei had read the book “The Devotion of Suspect X” two or three times. Even without redeeming, he remembered the plot clearly, so he explained it in detail to Qi Luo An.
The protagonist Ishigami Tetsuya is a lonely math genius whose only daily pleasure is buying lunch at the bento shop just to glimpse his neighbor Yasuko working there.
Yasuko lives with her daughter, but unfortunately kills her harassing ex-husband by accident.
After discovering this, Ishigami decides to use a mathematician’s meticulous logical thinking to devise an inconceivable scheme, providing Yasuko and her daughter with an airtight alibi.
When hearing the ending reveal the truth—that Ishigami kills an innocent vagrant with his own hands to cover up the murder and mislead the police—Qi Luo An instinctively “hissed.”
She had always thought Ishigami merely used wisdom to cover lies, never expecting him to go this far for love.
Ishigami not only helps cover the crime but shapes himself into a perverted stalker to take the blame. His profound love and spirit of sacrifice are shocking.
So the real mystery is the heavy meaning of the word “devotion.”
How far can loving someone go?
“Didn’t expect a lifelong single like you to come up with such a plot.”
Qi Luo An really liked this story. The baseless disgust in “Malice” did exist, but goodwill and love were never absent. People are complex by nature.
Vagrant: Speak for me.
“You don’t get it. Web novel authors, the more single they are, the better they write sweet romance, because fantasy is the most beautiful.”
Of course, not excluding those writing from personal experience, but many big-shot romance authors are single as can be.
“Then why don’t you write it quick?”
Qi Luo An glanced at him with interest. “What if later I have a girlfriend and can’t write sweet romance anymore…”
Yu Wei was stunned. Chatting is chatting, but what was with that expectant little gaze? What are you hinting at?
“I write entertainment novels. Entertainment needs no sweet romance, just smash it all.”
“Shrimp head!”
Though Qi Luo An said that, as a loyal reader of entertainment novels, she was all too familiar with it.
It was normal anyway. Novels were for relaxation, nothing to argue. Were male stars in female-oriented novels any safer?
All the same, no need to make a big deal.
“Wait for my next book on Chinese Entertainment, opening with pushing down Shen Yutong.”
Yu Wei’s pupils shook violently at that. Was this human? Even his own best friend wasn’t spared…
And she had the nerve to call him shrimp head. Felt like Qi Luo An was way stronger in that department.
After the plane landed, Yu Wei had the company’s car pick him up. Qi Luo An simply hitched a ride to her neighborhood entrance.
Yu Wei still had to go to the company. Sister Liu said the manager wanted to talk about something.
The eighth episode of “Music Blind Box” still didn’t have him. Their return trip wasn’t fixed at first, so the program team contacted a replacement just in case.
Yu Wei could go now if he wanted, just kick the replacement. But it wasn’t worth it; he didn’t want to be labeled as throwing a tantrum.
One episode a week before was tiring anyway. Good chance to rest a few days. Releasing songs non-stop would make fans tired of them.
Rarity makes value. Dumping works all at once would devalue them.
Liu Ning was waiting at the company entrance. Sister Liu had returned with them yesterday, but she came back overnight last night, a typical workaholic demon.
“What does Sister Song want with me?”
Last time Song Yiwen proactively sought him out was to complain he was too good at stirring things up, sending him to a variety show. What was it this time?
“Said she’s arranging some business for you.”
For star artists, business and endorsements weren’t just about money; they embodied the artist’s commercial value and overall influence.
Fan circle fans arguing would flaunt how many business deals their idol had. Compared to playback volume brushed from data, business capability had real reference value.
Actually, plenty of business had approached Yu Wei before, but the company rejected them—either too low-end or risky. Yu Wei himself didn’t want them.
Calling him over specially this time obviously meant something good.
Yu Wei’s performance abroad this time was too strong—not only winning the major award but unveiling an extremely outstanding piano piece at the end.
This greatly elevated his industry status, quickly attracting attention from many well-known brand parties.
“These are recent business cooperation contacts I’ve preliminarily screened. Take a look.”
After Yu Wei arrived at the manager’s office, Song Yiwen handed over the documents, her tone calm but with a hint of expectation.
They’d already screened once; the remaining were controversy-free famous brands, just up to Yu Wei’s personal choice.
Other artists wouldn’t get such good opportunities. Only Yu Wei was targeted by so many brands at once.
He not only had great public appeal domestically but had carved out his own sky internationally. In brand parties’ eyes, he was a surefire goldmine.
Yu Wei flipped through casually. One was an emerging skincare brand emphasizing natural ingredients; one a domestic sports beverage sponsoring many variety shows; and a haute couture luxury item.
“Feels, not quite right for me.”
Business endorsements still required image fit. He wasn’t a shapeshifter; not every product suited him.
Cosmetics, luxury goods—he didn’t even use them himself. Endorsing as spokesperson would be a joke.
“No problem, there’s more.”
Brands seeking Yu Wei were far more than imagined. Song Yiwen pulled up several electronic proposals. “Check these.”
Smart home, nah, not familiar.
Gaming phone, not great either; he didn’t play mobile games.
Keyboard… hey, this is good.
Keyboards were perfect for him to endorse. Could say no one in the entertainment industry was more suited to endorse keyboards.
He typed on the keyboard for hours writing every day. Who could be more fitting?
Three million heavenly key immortals, all must bow before me.
