Chapter 176: Less Than 10% Development Of Yu Wei
You really know how to do it, huh?
They specially came to watch Yu Wei recording the program, and naturally there were many fans among them, who are genuinely readers of Yu Wei’s books.
They haven’t forgotten about the kung fu film matter yet, and in Yu Wei’s description, Wei Yu’s fight scene in this movie is very exciting, and everyone is still in doubt.
In their eyes, Yu Wei shouldn’t know kung fu, and this has nothing to do with talent—even someone with exceptional talent couldn’t suddenly become self-taught without a teacher.
But now seeing this, it seems words really can’t be spoken so absolutely; Yu Wei’s action is very standard, completely unlike what a zero-foundation person could pose.
Of course, it’s not as mystical as said in the movie, but he might have some foundation, or is learning…
Coming in and seeing you doing horse stance pushing palms, and you still say you don’t know martial arts?
This is exactly the effect Yu Wei wanted; kung fu this thing requires long years of practice, and pulling it out rashly is indeed inappropriate.
So he decided to take it slow, gradually showing that he has some foundation, slowly raising the audience’s cognition.
When everyone feels he really knows a bit, then acting will be natural enough; this is a process of accumulating trust.
Reality isn’t an entertainment novel, and netizens aren’t just tools who only type 666; if he directly acts in a kung fu film without any buildup, even if he performs well, everyone will probably think it’s a stunt double…
First show a little hand, let everyone have a psychological expectation.
Of course, he actually can’t perform now either; he only masters technique, and physical fitness is still his own—this small frame of his would be gasping for breath before finishing a set.
He’ll train first, and when the audience has a certain cognition, then acting in this play will be water to channel.
“Continue, walk.”
Fu Xiang didn’t think that much; in his eyes, Yu Wei’s action just now was very skilled, which is either talent or foundation.
For the next action, Yu Wei didn’t know it and could only imitate others, then clearly half a beat slower in posing a knee lift block.
Seeing his present-learning state, everyone quickly got the idea: Yu Wei probably hadn’t learned before, maybe just purely has talent?
Yu Wei actually has martial arts talent, who would dare believe it…
Although he couldn’t keep up with the main group, Yu Wei’s action was remarkably standard: left leg lifted, knee tip higher than waist, calf drawn in, instep finely straight and taut—a golden rooster stands on one leg very steady.
This action has a certain difficulty; ordinary people doing golden rooster stands on one leg easily sway left and right, but Yu Wei’s standing tall and steady requires both technique and practice.
This move stands out from the crowd even more obviously, because they really stood it.
Fu Xiang watched in amazement; a present-learned action could be so standard—this kid definitely has something; he’s taught PE for over ten years and really hasn’t seen a first-timer achieve this level.
In martial arts, some actions only look good when young people pose them; us older ones, even if done standardly, lack that spirited and dashing feeling.
In contrast, Yu Wei’s this move: posture upright, head straight neck aligned, chin slightly tucked, gaze like a torch—handsome to the point Fu Xiang felt like he saw his younger self.
Fu Xiang watched with increasing emotion, unaware that Yu Wei was almost at his limit; he has a certain action reserve, but that doesn’t mean he’s not tired…
Damn always golden rooster stands on one leg, who can endure this?
Other students can secretly lower their legs to rest when tired of posing, but Yu Wei can’t.
The PE teacher circling him is one thing, but with so many onlookers’ gazes all on him alone, and even two photographers nearby, how can he slack off?
Isn’t it time for the next step? Speak up!
Just before Yu Wei was about to hold out no longer, Fu Xiang finally called the continue walking command; Yu Wei finally got a chance to rest his feet, and by the way winked at Qi Luo An.
Winking is something he hasn’t done in a long time, too long…
Qi Luo An was stunned; he even had the mood to make faces—looks like the teacher didn’t train hard enough, continue interrogation.
Alright, actually she also wanted to watch more; Yu Wei’s actions are too aesthetically pleasing, very easy on the eyes—she’s seeing Yu Wei like this for the first time, inevitably a bit excited for a moment.
Next is a combination move: step forward, single slap foot turn body show palm; Yu Wei was still half a beat slow, but the action was very crisp and clean, swift and clear, even with wind-breaking sound.
In martial arts demonstration, coherent combination moves far better comprehensively test a martial artist’s foundation than single static poses.
Single fixed poses can show momentary stability and form standardization, but true martial arts skill is more embodied in the smooth connection between actions and precise body control.
Yu Wei’s this set combo directly won all eyes; even the PE teacher watched with admiration—this is really something.
In comparison, most other classmates did it jerky and clumsy, or weak and powerless, or unstable center of gravity—anyway, few were watchable.
They looked at Yu Wei with some resentment in their gazes: coming to school to abuse vegetables, huh? This makes us look very awkward…
Autumn wind brushed by, bringing some coolness, yet couldn’t dispel the faint heat quietly rising on Qi Luo An’s cheeks.
Handsome, really handsome; she rarely uses handsome to describe people, because good-looking appearances are all the same—even for Yu Wei, she’d at most praise his hands as good-looking.
But these few moves of his were truly exceptionally handsome; it made Qi Luo An’s heart surge a bit—an emotion mixing appreciation, secret delight, and excitement quickly overwhelmed her like a tide.
Really came right today; her development of Yu Wei is still less than ten percent…
It has to be martial arts; even brushing a video without understanding at all, one can see the handsomeness overflowing the screen.
Others’ thoughts were basically similar to Qi Luo An’s except not rising to ambiguous, not to the earth-shattering handsome degree, just visually pleasing and aesthetic.
They really didn’t expect this hand from Yu Wei; although the fists in PE class are relatively basic, still can see some foundation.
Looks like he really practiced on the sly, not just blowing a cow in the novel and done.
“That action just now, do it again.”
Fu Xiang naturally knew what everyone wanted to see; actually Yu Wei’s action was too fast just now and he didn’t see clearly—perfect chance to observe again.
PE class proceeded in full swing, but the onlooker students weren’t idle, successively uploading the just-recorded videos online.
Came all this way, filmed already—gotta casually start an account, right?
This time unlike last time’s roadside snapshots of passersby at the scenic area; many sightseeing at scenic areas are working adults, posting a video without fancy tricks.
But university students are different; they are at the age of being idle and coming up with all sorts of abstract stuff, so the video titles they gave were each more outrageous.
“Yu Wei: I want to fight ten.”
“Yu Wei beat all of us into submission.”
“Heard there are haters at school, then Yu Wei came.”
These pure gimmicks weren’t much, until one titled “Program filming Yu Wei on sports field everyone watched and got their fill.”
Could totally add a few more periods…
Honestly, netizens brushing the video completely didn’t understand what they were saying, but anything related to Yu Wei, clicking in to see is sure to be right.
Originally everyone was in the mindset of seeing what new gimmick Yu Wei is up to, but in the video one action of his, and they instantly realized something was off.
In horse stance pushing palms, Yu Wei chest out waist sunk, torso centered, looking both firm and flexible; in knee lift block, posture upright, head straight neck aligned—completely not messing around.
When did he learn this?
Even if they don’t understand, they can see the standard of Yu Wei’s actions, plus the PE teacher’s undisguised admiration nearby—his few moves really have something.
Video has lots of noise, but all onlooker students’ exclamations; pity they lack culture, one “holy shit” rules the world.
These noises like interjections didn’t affect the video’s impression, instead gave netizens a sense of being there.
Holy shit awesome, very well reflected their mindset—who knew Yu Wei really went to practice; though unknown his practice progress, from these few postures, Yu Wei indeed has some knack.
The trend’s development also matches Yu Wei’s expectation.
Him directly starring in a kung fu film is indeed a bit too exaggerated, but a few actions done well can still be practiced out.
At least plant a seed for everyone first, then water it every few days later—preparation work will be mostly done.
This time a few static actions, next time can do a set combo.
After being escorted out of school by security, just before getting in the car, Yu Wei encountered Qi Luo An who had come over at some point.
“Watched very happily, huh?”
“Talk in the car.”
The program team’s attitude toward Qi Luo An has always been subtle; she’s not a star but her status can’t be ignored—hitching a ride is nothing.
Who dares neglect someone connected to two top influencers…
Qi Luo An isn’t purely freeloading a ride, just seizing the chance to chat idly with Yu Wei; not seeing him for days, she missed him quite a bit.
Not that she’s deeply in love, but Yu Wei has too many gimmicks—every few days some commotion, even just days apart, it’s easy to not keep up with his rhythm.
Why Yu Wei has few fan circle fans: fan circle fans need to constantly follow the main’s trend, following Yu Wei is too tiring.
Someone like Yu Wei, young handsome with representative work, a versatile artist—definitely would attract many fan circle fans.
But after doing data for a few days, they found they completely couldn’t keep up with the idol’s rhythm—still thinking of helping chart, but next thing pops up inexplicably, no time at all.
Then fan circle girl fans gave up, gradually degenerating into ordinary fans; in some sense, Yu Wei did a good thing…
Qi Luo An subconsciously wanted to ask about the junior sister, but thought better and dropped it—nagging over just filming a program, wouldn’t that make her seem petty?
But this kind of thing is indeed hard to avoid, because today she also noticed Yu Wei in martial arts class, with Sakuraya Rio’s adoring little gaze nearby.
Sakura person seeing kung fu for the first time in person, and it’s her own idol—how not to adore.
Adore all you want; after Yu Wei rose to prominence, there are girl fans calling him husband too—this is pretty normal…
After all, male fans calling husband aren’t few either, though most are abstract artists, whether real male hormones unknown.
“What song this program?”
Finally after thinking, she casually asked something neutral; per Yu Wei’s style, he’s probably doing original again.
“Japanese song.”
“?”
Qi Luo An was right; Yu Wei really comes up with new gimmicks every few days—she really didn’t expect him to venture into this field.
Creation difficulty and such she doesn’t understand much, but aren’t Japanese songs not easy to catch fire domestically?
There are Japanese songs that caught fire domestically, but basically radiated in after firing overseas; original Japanese songs firing from domestic—how you think, doesn’t seem realistic, lacking time place and people.
Even if the song is good, everyone not understanding is still not understanding; domestically lyrics are emphasized, new song’s spread will definitely be greatly discounted.
Qi Luo An’s worry Yu Wei naturally considered; many Japanese songs firing domestically actually have some serendipity.
Either anime or J-drama, or secondary creation—basically have extra factors, success not necessarily replicable.
Wanting a song to emerge out of nowhere and be recognized by everyone isn’t easy.
But Yu Wei already thought of how to cope; domestically naturally has domestic playing style.
