Chapter 2: What Last Dance? I’m The Dance King!
“The male protagonist’s name… just call him Wei Yu.”
Yu Wei was not bad at naming; on the contrary, he was very enthusiastic about it. Sometimes he would write for an entire day, but spend several hours studying character names.
But right now, he really had no time for this. The farewell performance was imminent, and he had to go to the company for rehearsal in the afternoon, so he just generated a name directly.
In the first chapter, male protagonist Wei Yu wins the “Annual Lowest Score” artist award and is invited to the red carpet grand ceremony. The organizer, to create program effect, specially tailored a lowest score award for him.
The male protagonist originally thought he was going on-site to be a laughingstock, but on the way, he awakens the “Entertainment Scoring System.” The closer his score is to the system rating, the more generous the rewards.
Score difference less than 1 gets otherworld entertainment works; score difference greater than 1 gives skill experience points.
[Wei Yu decides to test it with the currently popular drama, “Lu Ling Biography.” The app rating is 7.1, mediocre.
Considering the lead actor is a traffic star with many internet trolls and fans brushing scores, he decides to conservatively deduct two points, finally rating it 5.1.
He has some stereotype against traffic stars, so the rating is a bit aggressive. He thought the system rating would be relatively objective, but the system thinks he’s too conservative and directly rates it 3.8.
Score difference 1.3, wins singing experience points.]
Yu Wei took a sip of the flat cola on the table and continued writing.
After the male protagonist enters the red carpet grand ceremony, few colleagues even glance at him. Tens of thousands rated him 2.5, and his reputation was already ruined.
Then into the second chapter, the awards ceremony officially begins. During the interaction segment, the host who reads the room desperately cues him, smiling and telling him not to mind the rating, yet repeatedly mentioning this 2.5.
Under the banner of livening up the atmosphere with sarcasm, the male protagonist gets angry and directly fires back.
[“Why do you keep caring about this scoring system? It will alienate the stars’ efforts.”
“Let me give you an example. Young fresh meat has high popularity and many works, veteran artist has only acted in a few plays. Then the app scores, oh, young fresh meat gets MVP!”
“Look at the veteran artist, no popularity, no business, no endorsement, freeloader. Veteran artist is a freeloader, rating 3.0 in the entertainment industry.”
“Young fresh meat has explosive data and countless trending searches, 13.0 carry game. Can it be calculated like this? Tell me, is the veteran artist a freeloader!”]
Writing this far, Yu Wei laughed. There were too many video secondary creations he had seen back then; now seeing the template, he could automatically brain supplement the voice.
The meme is not bad; he won’t evaluate the person.
The following plot is simple: the male protagonist directly counters, comprehensively rating the host’s business capability, industry reputation, and internet reviews at 3.0, successfully getting a otherworld new song.
Yu Wei refined and revised the main text a bit, then found an email and sent the opening to the website editor, commonly known as internal submission.
“Don’t fail to even sign the contract.”
After years of failure, he really didn’t dare guarantee he could stably sign. Many colleagues complained about editors, but in his view, professionals are still professional.
In the web novel market, editors’ eyes are still very sharp.
His opening is just mediocre, even a bit clichéd. If it doesn’t pass signing, he’ll accept it; it’s just that time might not allow writing a new one…
“Whatever, leave it to fate.”
Yu Wei closed the computer, stood up to pack. His agent had given him an ultimatum; he had to go to the afternoon rehearsal whether he wanted to or not.
Don’t think Sister Liu is fierce; actually, she is one of the few who truly cares for him. These years, he has been able to eat thanks to Sister Liu’s help.
After downloading a writer assistant on his mobile phone, Yu Wei dressed neatly and walked out of the artist apartment. If he could free up time on-site, he could still write a few more words.
He wasn’t this serious when he was a writer before, but now as a star, he started racing against time to write. What a twist of fate.
When Yu Wei arrived at the Ying Huo Hua Wen building, he saw his agent Liu Ning from afar. She watched him approach, her gaze filled with reproach and a bit of pity…
This time, she really couldn’t protect Yu Wei.
The previous Yu Wei was useless, but on the surface, he was still a member of RUIKO1 group, able to muddle through somehow.
But once the team disbands, he has no popularity, no ability; why would the company keep him?
“Later, proactively apologize to the teacher, got it?”
“I understand.”
“Practice seriously during rehearsal, don’t slack. Show yourself more if you can, leave a good impression…”
Sister Liu was not tall and had a short plump figure, but the over 1.8-meter Yu Wei still obediently lowered his head to listen to her scolding.
It was too late to say these now, but Yu Wei still listened very seriously. Even with a few rebukes mixed in, he nodded with a smile.
Having relived a lifetime, how could he not know who truly cares for him?
“Go in for rehearsal.”
Liu Ning was silent for a long time, but right before Yu Wei went upstairs, she couldn’t help but add one more thing.
“You can interact more with Qi Yuan; you two had a good relationship before.”
Yu Wei was stunned upon hearing this and soon understood Sister Liu’s implication.
Qi Yuan was his teammate, used to live in the same apartment with him, but now he had taken off and was the one developing best in the team.
Of course, Sister Liu didn’t mean for him to beg through connections; it was too late for that now.
Her “interaction” actually meant for Yu Wei to shamelessly try selling CP with him…
Sister Liu wasn’t harming him; at this time, only showing value to the company might allow him to stay, and selling CP was also value.
This was the helpless method: survive by selling CP.
“Sister Liu, got it.”
Yu Wei definitely wouldn’t do it, but he appreciated the sentiment.
Even if he doesn’t be a star, he won’t starve; no need to eat this toxic traffic. Whoever wants to hype male-male CP can do it, just don’t involve him.
Yu Wei walked into the practice room and found the other six already practicing the interlude. He simply didn’t interrupt them and obediently found a corner to continue writing.
The editor’s reply came five minutes ago: “Can sign.” These short three words were no less than a lifesaver to Yu Wei at this moment, giving him new possibilities.
To this day, he still couldn’t forget the joy of his first successful signing. Compared to recognition, it was gratitude for being saved.
The following process was very familiar to Yu Wei: publish book, add friend, request signing, then sign electronic contract. For this, he specially brought his ID when going out.
Just as he was taking photos to fill in information, the six artists on mid-break also noticed this teammate, the team seventh with no sense of presence…
They had no malice toward Yu Wei; on the contrary, Yu Wei had the best relationships among them.
No matter boy group or girl group, combinations always have fan infighting. Their six fans had plenty of private tearing and arguing.
To avoid suspicion, they deliberately kept distance, and over time, grew apart.
But Yu Wei was different; he had no fans and no scheming to rub popularity or suck teammate blood. In this situation, only Yu Wei could be a true friend.
At this time, Yu Wei was holding his mobile phone taking ID photo for signing, but in the six members’ eyes, this action was very strange.
What is taking an ID photo for?
Everyone knew he was about to be terminated soon and hadn’t earned much money these years. Could it be, he was destitute and going to take out internet loan?
This was a path of no return!
Before they could figure it out, the next second, Yu Wei directly raised his mobile phone for face recognition…
The six were shocked and hurriedly got up to crowd over.
Yu Wei was startled by them, but luckily he was quick-eyed and handed and successfully applied; otherwise, with so many people around, he really couldn’t operate.
“Brother, if you have any difficulties, tell me!”
Zhang Lingye was their captain, with rugged features and upright appearance, the only one in RUIKO1 boy group taking the tough guy route.
He was quite righteous, but harsh to strangers. Yu Wei had heard him curse his own fans multiple times.
Earning fans’ money while cursing fans, this behavior obviously didn’t match a good personality…
But he was impeccable toward Yu Wei, not only helped many times, but also brought local specialties when filming out of town.
One could only say people are complex, not as distinctly black-and-white as in novels.
Zhang Lingye in a novel might be a small fry young fresh meat kicked away by the protagonist, but in life, he was undoubtedly a good friend.
“No difficulties, I’m doing real-name authentication for an app.”
Zhang Lingye shrugged; of course he believed Yu Wei. After all, this kid wasn’t that stupid.
Not being stupid is good, but his mental state… isn’t it a bit too good?
About to be terminated and fired, how is he acting like nothing happened? If he can’t be a star, what can he do? Go back home to farm?
Zhang Lingye patted his shoulder and didn’t say more. At this critical moment, talking about this was like rubbing salt in the wound.
Since that’s the case, part on good terms.
“Have you reported your solo performance?”
“Not yet.”
Disbandment night arranged fifteen programs, two were team performances, the rest were solo performances.
Others had two solo stages each, but he had only one, and it was arranged last.
No way around it; who told him to be unusable. Having a separate farewell performance was already giving him face, and enough for Yu Wei.
Originally, this was his last dance in the entertainment industry.
But now Yu Wei decided to be the dance king, dancing a few more years.
Premise is getting the song before the performance.
Looks like he needs to hurry with writing.
