Chapter 183: Isn’t This A Form Of Ntr?
As Yu Wei became red-hot across half the sky, the confidentiality work for the Music Blind Box program also became increasingly difficult.
Although the ticket clearly stated, “Strictly prohibited to reveal undisclosed program information,” as soon as the program finished airing, the fact that Yu Wei sang two songs was quickly spread around…
This kind of thing is hard to prevent; the hotter the program, the more spoilers there are. Entertainment-oriented variety shows are okay, but competitive variety shows basically have the competition results available across the entire net on the day after filming an episode.
For the program team, this is not a bad thing at all. In the first two episodes when Yu Wei wasn’t there, no one acted as an insider to spoil things.
Someone spoiling means high discussion level; who would come on-site to spoil a cold program?
“Real or fake? Has he already become unsatisfied with singing just one song per episode?”
“Probably. Last time Chen Ping lost, it was also first exploded out by this Zi Mu Nan. Old insider, credibility guaranteed.”
“Because he missed two episodes, so upon return he sang an extra one to make up for everyone. He’s real, I’m crying to death.”
After knowing Yu Wei sang two songs, everyone couldn’t help but guess which two he sang. It was hard to guess what songs other singers sang, but Yu Wei’s songs had always been played openly.
Every one of his songs could find its source in his own novel, serving as a reference.
Sang two songs; one was definitely that briefly mentioned Later from a few days ago. So what was the other one?
Some said it was the legendary Blue Lotus reappearing in the Jianghu, while others thought it was one of the other songs Yu Wei stuffed into every nook and cranny of his novel.
Netizens who thought of this had already started flipping through the book to find songs, and along with it, Yu Wei’s subscriptions had risen quite a bit…
Little did they know, this time’s To the Future they really couldn’t find. Adapted works came with the original, and his Sound Mixer even had two versions.
“Deliberately sang a song not in the book to trick subscriptions, right?”
Qi Luo An, who was sipping water with her head down, felt deep helplessness. This was Yu Wei’s open scheme; the more netizens couldn’t find it, the more they would search, and in searching they would all subscribe.
When the program airs and everyone sees a song that doesn’t appear in the book, they’re probably going to be pissed off. Damn it, refund!
“I didn’t trick anyone, don’t talk nonsense.”
Yu Wei really didn’t mean that. Who knew everyone was so idle that they suddenly started hunting for songs, and inexplicably began “opening bets.” Small bets for fun.
Go ahead and bet; as if anyone could guess it.
“You plagiarize songs to trick subscriptions so quickly. I’m envious.”
Drop-off in entertainment novels is still pretty normal. Qi Luo An read books the same way herself: first check the plagiarize song performance segments, and if interesting, subscribe forward and backward from there as the origin point.
Everyone writing entertainment knows this, so they basically use song titles as chapter names. Open pot, open stove.
Although Yu Wei’s novels weren’t like traditional entertainment novels, everyone still loved reading the plagiarize work bridges. But in other books, works appearing were a highlight, while in Yu Wei’s books, works appearing were advertisements.
Many readers came straight for his new works, only reading the chapters where he had new songs appear. As for the plot, one could guess hardly anyone read it.
Yu Wei’s novels could stuff in a song every few days to “trick subscriptions,” which was what Qi Luo An envied most.
Plagiarism is slow; with the effort to write a whole book, five songs could be written. “Tricking subscriptions” definitely wasn’t on the same level.
After all, Qi Luo An’s book was also the plagiarist type, plus this relationship with Yu Wei, so everyone would prioritize reading the plagiarism chapters to see what Yu Wei’s next book would write.
To put it this way, her Suspect X’s Dedication chapter had subscriptions almost twice as high as the second chapter.
Of course, the main reason was that Yu Wei hadn’t started writing this book yet, so everyone had no immersion and was more afraid of spoilers, all nurturing the book.
“What’s there to envy? If you want to write plagiarize songs, just plagiarize them.”
“…”
Qi Luo An was speechless for a moment. She did want to, but the songs in Yu Wei’s books were all original songs. Did she have that strength?
“I’m serious.”
Yu Wei really wasn’t teasing her; he had just happened to recall his previous idea. Qi Luo An’s book had also been bound by him.
In theory, she could directly write songs in her book and redeem them herself; it was just that they were currently all used for writing books.
“I’ll give you a song; write it into the plot, and then sing it when the time comes?”
It was a new attempt. Mainly, everyone was used to new songs always appearing in his novels; after too many times, everyone would get tired of it.
Singers singing still needed some novelty. After knowing the musical style from the book, even if they hadn’t heard it, people would have certain expectations.
Take the just-updated Peach Blossom Promise; people who didn’t like ancient style songs might lose interest in this song after reading the chapter.
Qi Luo An’s novel was mainly about the book, and not many people read it. If a song suddenly popped up, everyone probably wouldn’t pay much attention.
When the song is released then, for the vast majority of netizens, this would be a song with zero foreshadowing, full of novelty.
This song-hunting incident gave Yu Wei some inspiration. Sometimes, you still had to tease the netizens’ appetites; playing cards openly too much made everyone find it boring.
“Real or fake?”
Qi Luo An’s face lit up with joy upon hearing this. Songs were great; one per chapter, plagiarize a few more and 100,000 subscriptions wouldn’t be an issue.
More importantly, Yu Wei’s song appearing in her novel would make their relationship seem intimate.
The idea was good, but there was a technical issue that urgently needed adjustment.
“My protagonist is a writer; can’t destroy the setting.”
This was Qi Luo An’s first time writing a book after all, and she still cherished the role and plot. She couldn’t just stuff anything in for popularity.
Selling out the soul? Why not do it directly?
“Who said to change the setting? The song doesn’t have to be sung by the protagonist; just have it appear.”
For example, hearing a new song on the road while driving. For Qi Luo An’s plot, this was just a briefly mentioned little interlude. As long as the song’s plot was complete, Yu Wei could redeem it.
“Oh, right.”
Qi Luo An felt like she had been a bit constrained by the plagiarist plot. Her protagonist didn’t need to sing anyway; just casually hear a song in life.
Anyway, for readers, this song would be newly appearing, and the effect wouldn’t be exactly the same as directly plagiarizing a song.
“Feels kinda interesting.”
It was indeed good for Qi Luo An: could boost the novel’s popularity without affecting her plot. Stepping back 10,000 steps, it could even pad word count. Why not?
Yu Wei felt the same; it was all redeeming songs anyway, and Qi Luo An’s side had slightly lower data requirements. Once the novel’s popularity rose, redeeming works would be easier. Win-win.
Sakuraya Rio on the side was still peacefully eating, turning a deaf ear to the two’s scheming, since she couldn’t understand anyway.
“So, any plans to release songs recently?”
Qi Luo An couldn’t wait to write a song in; fast-forward to readers finishing and calling the trash author for making up songs, then getting slapped in the face…
Yu Wei was just about to mention Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu’s chorus, but on second thought, their song already had foreshadowing buried in his book. If a song popped up from elsewhere, it would be too strange.
Digging pits without filling them would bring heavenly punishment.
“Seems like really none recently.”
His planned competition was just Zhou Mumu’s one; for others, he didn’t even know who the guest singer was, so he couldn’t arrange it yet.
Qi Luo An only felt her mood like riding a roller coaster; teasing her appetite, huh.
Although thinking of plagiarizing songs was a bit tempting, new songs couldn’t be forced. Even if Yu Wei had songs, there were no singing channels recently.
Music Blind Box had just finished recording, the legendary album was still in intense production, and the follow-up plot for Enthusiastic Praise Top Stream wasn’t set yet.
Wait, wasn’t she herself a guest singer…
Qi Luo An suddenly realized she had to sing too. Wasn’t this perfect? Write Yu Wei’s song in her novel, and then chorus it with Shen Yutong?
Directly replicate a wave of Yu Wei’s rise path; this was called fate.
“You, guest singing?”
Yu Wei still found her proposal a bit unbelievable upon hearing it. Shen Yutong really had a huge face; she could even call out this one.
“She threatened me, so I figured I’d help out a little.”
Yu Wei didn’t want to ask too much about this sisterly affection thing; he was only thinking one thing.
For an original singer, clearly having her own works yet going to sing someone else’s new song—wasn’t this a kind of NTR…
With Shen Yutong’s stubbornness, she definitely valued her own works more. Would she agree to sing someone else’s song?
Qi Luo An said, that’s exactly the effect she wanted.
She just wanted to see Shen Yutong full of passion wanting to prove herself, yet forced to sing Yu Wei’s work.
Resisting on one side while accepting on the other, gradually conquered by Yu Wei’s new song—that expression would be so refreshing to think about.
“You’re a bit perverted.”
Yu Wei realized he still understood too little about these two’s sisterly affection. As long as it wouldn’t kill, pit to death; just like him and the readers.
Sure enough, he and the readers were best friends…
“So, when will your new song be ready?”
Qi Luo An was already a bit impatient. After the novel was exposed, Shen Yutong couldn’t threaten her anymore; now she could threaten back.
If you don’t sing Yu Wei’s song, I won’t guest sing. Hehe.
“Ten days or half a month, inspiration exhausted.”
Yu Wei had to pretend for a while longer. Besides, their song wasn’t urgent; first arrange the planned competitions.
Female voice chorus, let him think more.
After eating, Yu Wei and Sakuraya Rio simply learned some things about novel publishing. The physical book market on the Sakura side was still hot; just manga and light novels were stronger domestically by more than a star or a half.
The specific publishing process was quite complex, especially for overseas books, which needed corresponding reviews before negotiating with the publishing house.
This couldn’t be rushed; at least find a translator first.
After eating, Yu Wei didn’t dare delay; he still had to go to the company to record songs and tune the AI. Qi Luo An, with nothing to do, planned to tag along to see, while Sakuraya Rio went back to school alone.
“I’ve never seen AI singing; time to gain some experience.”
This wasn’t false; every time she saw AI singing before, she found it amazing. Except lacking emotion and human flavor, it was only stronger elsewhere.
Honestly, this Deng Shi AI might already be at 1.7 An level…
The two familiarly arrived at Ying Huo Hua Wen Building, planning to go straight to record songs. But Yu Wei passed by the old practice room and happened to see a familiar figure.
In the empty practice room, only footsteps and typing sounds echoed alternately. Qi Yuan gripped his mobile phone tightly, fingertips flying rapidly across the screen.
He sometimes strode quickly to the mirror, frowning to a stop, sometimes turning to pace to the corner, as if every step was thinking about what to write next.
Unable to write a good opening must be an environmental issue; his house was too stuffy. Back then, Yu Wei secretly wrote in the practice room—this was the writing holy land!
What was he doing?
Yu Wei was almost stunned watching; was this still Qi Yuan?
“I know.”
Qi Luo An smiled slyly.
