Chapter 186: New Song In Hand, Laughing At The Sour Dogs
“If you don’t choose, there are plenty of others who will.”
“Opportunity knocks but once.”
“Once you pass this village, there won’t be this shop anymore.”
“You don’t want to see this song sung by someone else, right…”
After seeing that Peach Blossom Promise was about to become the theme song for the Three Lives, One Fate drama, Qi Luo An began her new round of pressure tactics.
If she didn’t work hard now, this song would become someone else’s plaything. If she wanted to win, she should join Yu Wei’s cult and sing his song together!
As expected, after hearing her suggestion, Shen Yutong fell into a struggle, since she really didn’t want to see Peach Blossom Promise reduced to promotion for a crappy costume idol drama.
She was a perfectionist. Just thinking about her favorite song being forced to bind with a money-laundering costume idol drama made her spine chill.
Don’t let that happen!
Now, only she could stop this from happening. After all, for other singers, there was no reason to refuse such a thing.
Only she truly loved this song…
Seeing others rubbing their fists and getting ready, Shen Yutong naturally couldn’t stay indifferent. She wanted to win and keep this song in her own hands.
Then the problem arose: if they competed now, they had no song to sing.
She was a stubborn person. She didn’t write songs for others, didn’t sing others’ songs much, and her songs were only suitable for her to sing, with technical difficulty calibrated to herself.
This led to the half-baked Qi Luo An not being suited to sing her songs, even struggling to handle them.
Originally, she only wanted to duet once with her best friend and hadn’t thought much about it, but now the situation was that not only did they have to sing, but they had to win.
Her own songs weren’t suitable, so it seemed she could only borrow external help…
According to Qi Luo An’s idea, Yu Wei should write a song for the two of them. Then they could beat the AI nine times out of ten, win and take Peach Blossom Promise without giving it to anyone—perfect.
But she still resisted singing someone else’s song. How to put it—if it wasn’t necessary, who would take medicine?
If she used Yu Wei’s song, wouldn’t that mean she was incapable?
“Let me think about it some more.”
“What more to think about? By the time you decide, the opportunity will be cold.”
Qi Luo An had seen plenty of people like this. Being reserved was pointless; many things didn’t wait. Strike when you should.
She understood her best friend well. When she said she needed to think, she had already made her choice but couldn’t get over the mental hurdle.
It was like when others eating something good asked if she wanted to try, and she said “whatever”—whatever meant she wanted to try but was too shy. Just be bold.
This was the essential difference in their personalities: Qi Luo An was an impatient person, while Shen Yutong was worldly-wise.
Being worldly-wise was nice, but sometimes she needed a push, or many opportunities would slip away quietly.
“Just imagine: while you’re hesitating, Peach Blossom Promise gets snatched by someone else. Your familiar melody gets altered beyond recognition, and your favorite parts get crudely annotated with discordant footnotes…”
“Stop talking!”
No need to personify it like that. At first listen, it felt like her head was turning green—clearly she came first.
Besides the people at the recording site, Shen Yutong was the first to hear this song. For the song, wasn’t she the first?
“So you’ll agree to sing Yu Wei’s song?”
Qi Luo An wasn’t entirely mischievous; she was also sticking to her own choices.
She was someone who had quit the industry. She had little interest in others’ works—only Yu Wei’s were exceptions.
Whether Sound Mixer, the MV, or Under the Flying Clouds, the works she participated in were all Yu Wei’s.
Duets were fine, but she only wanted to sing what she liked.
“Let me think some more.” Shen Yutong seemed afraid Qi Luo An would keep nagging and hurriedly explained: “I mean, let’s listen to the song first. If I’m satisfied, then…”
“That’s more like it.”
Qi Luo An immediately beamed with joy—that was the effect she wanted. Don’t mind her resistance now; after hearing the song, she’d definitely be hooked on the new song and unable to extricate herself.
They said they’d see if they were satisfied, but had Yu Wei’s new songs ever disappointed them? She had that much trust.
“An An, I found sixteen grammatical errors in your first nine chapters.”
Once they started talking about Qi Luo An’s novel, their dynamic instantly reversed, and Shen Yutong regained the upper hand.
“I’m deaf, I can’t hear.”
…
Honestly, Yu Wei hadn’t expected the Three Lives, One Fate film crew to move so fast, bypassing him to negotiate directly, which was actually more advantageous for them.
Yu Wei was hard to deal with. Netizens said he had a good personality, but inside the entertainment industry, everyone thought he was quirky.
From their angle, it was really hard to understand Yu Wei’s behavior—no pursuit of money or fame, just loved writing novels. Negotiating cooperation with such a weirdo was definitely not easy.
In comparison, bypassing him to do business directly with the contestants was undoubtedly simpler and more brutal.
Yu Wei had nothing to worry about anyway. Cooperation was fine. The talented people left in the competition all had good relations with him and wouldn’t cause trouble.
He didn’t care who would be the first to eat cake. His top priority was to write the duet track for Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu.
Yu Wei had already laid the groundwork in the plot; he could go straight to the theme.
[The clamor of the second round elimination match of Enthusiastic Praise Top Streamer pausing recording hadn’t dissipated, yet Wei Yu circled back alone to the backstage corridor.
Passing rehearsal hall 3, he unexpectedly saw a sliver of light through the door crack, accompanied by faint singing.
Pushing open the door, he saw Zhou Mumu repeatedly practicing a complex high note turn of sound in front of the mirror, her forehead bangs soaked with sweat.
“So diligent, an 8 maybe.”
Wei Yu didn’t disturb her but quietly went to the piano in the corner, lifted the lid. Only then did Zhou Mumu notice someone and stop in surprise.
Wei Yu didn’t speak, just started playing quietly. The notes flowed like a stream under moonlight—it was a Demo he’d cherished for a long time but never released, called The Answer.
At the end of the piece, Wei Yu looked at her and smiled: “I think this song suits you. If you’re willing, I’d like to give it to you to sing in the next match.”]
Having the young couple sing a love-themed song was undoubtedly the best choice—just love doing things that make fan circle fans black out.
Songs too sweet could backfire; this one was just right. If asked, love was like blue skies, white clouds, clear skies—then sudden storm…
Of course, Yu Wei chose this song with a bit of mischievous taste. After all, the original singer of The Answer was a typical “beauty and the beast.” Teasing Fei Hong like this shouldn’t be noticed by anyone.
The new chapter caused an uproar right after release—how was there backdoor dealing?
Why did others have to fight AI for songs, but for Zhou Mumu, songs just fell from the sky?
Not even pretending anymore—what child of destiny?
But Yu Wei had foreshadowed this before writing it, and more importantly, it didn’t undermine the competition’s fairness.
As long as the organizer didn’t interfere, there was nothing to say. The second round was about resources; having good connections with Yu Wei was Zhou Mumu’s connections—nothing to be done.
Others could also network for new songs; they just didn’t have the channels.
Casual readers naturally accepted this happily—having a new Yu Wei song to hear was great. They were tired of AI; human voices were more exciting.
But some would definitely get mad, like fans of other contestants.
Why didn’t Yu Wei write a new song for their brother to compete—just because they weren’t close?
Yeah, what else…
Yu Wei was honest; of course the fat water wouldn’t flow to outsiders. Write songs for outsiders? Had he lost his mind?
No need to mind those people, as great scholars would debate scripture for him. This time, Zhou Mumu’s fans were the beneficiaries and would speak up vigorously.
New song in hand, laugh at the sour dogs.
“Yu Wei not writing a song for your master—isn’t that your master’s own problem? Sour dogs, dying of laughter.”
“Even normal business cooperation gets sour? In reality, mentors appreciating trainees and helping pick songs is common—don’t know what to sour about.”
“I’ve decided to join the authoritative little dried fish organization from now on—double stan!”
How could Zhou Mumu’s fans not be happy? This was a brand-new premiere song, a true representative work.
No worries about Yu Wei’s song quality. As long as Mu Mu seized the opportunity and sang well, plus a bit of company hype, she could quickly rise to first-tier.
Then would Fei Hong still dare pester their Mu Mu? A roadside dog—perfect for Mu Mu to kick away.
Although per the novel plot, Zhou Mumu got this song because Fei Hong asked Wei Yu for it, Zhou Mumu’s fans would naturally selectively ignore that.
Don’t say things unfavorable to fans.
Fans’ ideas were beautiful, but they couldn’t withstand Yu Wei’s sneaky mischief. Bet they didn’t expect this song to become their representative work—then they couldn’t shake it off even if they wanted to.
“Damn, protagonist popularity value at ninety thousand.”
When Yu Wei was redeeming the song, he found the requirement had inflated to ninety thousand popularity value. Looking at Wei Yu’s 140,000 popularity value, he fell into thought.
Enough to redeem today, of course, but this wasn’t a method long-term. It felt like the popularity from the author’s abstract CP was almost used up…
Needed to find a way to boost the protagonist’s popularity. If worst came to worst, draw a cartoon image, print it on keyboards, and sell.
Yeah, have Wei Yu sell it.
On his way to the company, Yu Wei received messages from several acquaintances—nominally greetings, actually probing: when was it his turn?
Also roommates “living together” on the program, Fei Hong and Zhou Mumu each got a song, while they hadn’t even seen a mosquito leg.
The gap between people—why so big?
Su Jian was eliminated so wouldn’t mention it. Meng Lei had his own backer and wasn’t short on new songs. Only Tong Yulu and Chi Leying were jealous to distortion.
Chi Leying could hold her temper and didn’t ask much, but Tong Yulu was this close to outright robbing, turning into an internet beggar.
“Yu God has so many songs— what’s wrong with giving me one to sing? I want to eat soft rice!”
Eating soft rice so righteously? No way. For those two, Yu Wei planned to consider them in the third round.
By the time calculation, their girl group was about to disband soon. Then, with no other ties, cooperation would be easier.
Hearing Yu Wei’s intent, Tong Yulu was both happy and worried. Good news: as long as she advanced to the third round, there was a chance to get Yu Wei’s song.
Bad news: what about this second round?
Though stronger than pure good-for-nothings, not by much. Could she beat the AI? …Don’t end up easily captured by AI, losing both song and dignity.
“Master Yu, give me a tip to advance. I’ll do anything!”
Tong Yulu desperately wanted to advance. She had considered using company resources to invite a badass guest singer, but the company wasn’t charitable—they’d have to sign a contract of indenture. Was that something people signed?
Their girl group was disbanding soon; clearly the company feared investing too much to promote her, only for her to run off, so they wanted to tie her down tight.
“Simple. Invite Chi Leying as guest singer. Laugh it off and bury the hatchet—guaranteed traffic.”
“Sorry, can’t do it.”
This she really couldn’t do. Never mind pulling down her pride—going to ask and getting rejected outright would be so awkward?
“Any easier gimmick methods?”
Tong Yulu meant Su Jian’s first round trick: a simple “giao” advancing via abstract antics. She could do that too—who wasn’t a funny girl?
“Then I can only teach you a long-lost technique.”
Yu Wei really knew plenty of unorthodox tricks. Whether it advanced her, he didn’t know—but guaranteed to go viral.
“Do you know the Hakimi method?”
