Chapter 219: The Author Is Someone Else
#Yu Wei’s Diversion
Yu Wei himself didn’t expect the related trending searches to appear so quickly, and the discussion level was still continuously rising.
The matter of switching to writing songs was finally discovered by readers…
Everyone thought Yu Wei wanted to play dirty with a sneak attack this time, but unexpectedly he played even dirtier than everyone imagined, pulling off that shell-borrowing rebirth trick.
The persona of the person writing books and spoiling his own works didn’t collapse at all; instead, it became even more solid.
This new song wasn’t written in the entertainment novel; instead, it appeared ahead of time in another book in a roundabout way.
Several screenshots clearly showed that “Failure Data” had “A Loving Family” in its new chapter just after nine in the morning, but the song truly came out at the concert that evening.
The song was sung by Yu Wei, so who the writer is goes without saying…
“Gold Cicada Sheds Its Shell and Foul Earth Reincarnates, huh? When did you secretly open an alternate account behind our backs?”
“Hundreds of thousands of words, daily updates never interrupted—this is really Yu Wei?”
“One glance Yu Wei, isn’t it obvious? Both suspense novels appeared first in this book; if it’s not Yu Wei, I’ll eat it.”
“Brother, you don’t read books, do you? I’m an old reader; this book absolutely isn’t Yu Wei. Ten thousand words a day after going on sale for over a week—can Yu Wei do that?”
What netizens could confirm was that this book absolutely couldn’t be separated from Yu Wei, but whether the author was Yu Wei himself—both sides stuck to their guns and couldn’t convince each other.
The affirmative side argued that being able to write out Yu Wei’s unpublished works ahead of time was something only he himself could pull off.
Most netizens were more inclined to this view; the two books had extremely similar titles, synopses, and even protagonist pronunciations—this had no reason if it wasn’t him.
As for the update volume, what if Yu Wei was an octopus, deliberately squeezing out toothpaste to pretend to be weak while secretly writing another book?
The negative side’s attitude was unusually firm; salted fish can’t be faked—laid out like this and still dual-wielding, don’t make your readers laugh…
Just as both sides were arguing red-faced and neither yielding, the appearance of a key piece of evidence directly changed the situation.
“Yu Wei’s song was only completed that morning.”
This simple message was unquestionable because it came from a female singer at the concert—absolutely real. She keenly seized the chance to ride the popularity.
The insider information completely exploded the discussion area; by comparison, who the author of this book was didn’t seem so important anymore.
What’s important is whether Yu Wei is a bit too awesome…
A song completed in the morning dared to be performed on stage that evening with such high polish—is this human?
“A Loving Family” blew up completely, and now they’re saying it’s a sharpening the spear just before battle work? Yu Wei played it cool again.
Creative ability is just one aspect; the key is this took real guts. If it were someone else, even with a song, they might not dare to take the risk.
Full microphone plus live broadcast—flip the car and reputation’s done…
“Yu Wei was writing the whole time then; he only started practicing singing after updating the novel.”
The female singer struck while the iron was hot and revealed a bit more; this info was key. Yu Wei’s new chapter of “Star Rating” was written on the spot, and the update time matched.
Then the problem arose: this new song was only completed in the morning, and the listening to music plot in “Failure Data” was very detailed, probably also written on the spot.
The listening to music part had nothing to do with the novel’s main storyline; it didn’t seem like drafts—more like dumplings wrapped specially for this song’s vinegar filling.
In such a short time, how could Yu Wei write two chapters?
The two books’ update times were only ten-plus minutes apart—not even an octopus could be that fast, let alone salted fish.
At this point, the truth was basically screaming out; combined with the previous evidence, the author of this “Failure” book was someone else.
Talking about this woke the netizens right up—puppet master? Interesting.
“Whoa, able to write Yu Wei’s works ahead of time—this relationship runs deep.”
“Company employee? Or assistant?”
“Something’s off—nine out of ten it’s off.”
Unpublished works—stuff like that definitely can’t be leaked without a trusted confidant. This twin sunflower isn’t simple.
The next day, Qi Luo An woke up from sleep and saw the trending search, stunned. Were netizens this idle? They even dug into this.
They’d already dug that it was two people; if they dug further, she didn’t dare think.
Her failure writer identity would eventually be impossible to hide…
Actually, it wasn’t a big deal. Acquaintances knowing about novel writing was awkward, but strangers knowing wasn’t an issue—no stealing, no robbing, legitimate work.
But Qi Luo An instantly realized there were still acquaintances who didn’t know.
Like her parents.
Old Qi probably wouldn’t care, but Xiao Chen had teased Yu Wei more than once for not focusing on his main job by writing books. If she was writing too, who knew what nagging it’d bring.
Her grandmother from a scholarly family; her mom a proper lady; her, a failure writer—not getting nagged would be weird.
Fear what comes; as she worried about this, her mom’s knocking came from outside the room.
“What’s up?”
Guilty, Qi Luo An’s voice was obviously panicked. Chen Jinyi pushed the door open and gave her a thoughtful look.
“Besides mapo tofu, what else does Yu Wei like to eat?”
After the concert, Chen Jinyi’s favorability toward Yu Wei had risen quite a bit. Good kid—can’t neglect him when he visits home.
Qi Luo An secretly breathed a sigh of relief; netizens hadn’t locked onto her yet, so no worry about mom finding out for now.
Provided her cheap big brother didn’t blab…
Today was Yu Wei coming over for a visit, which she certainly wouldn’t forget. She got up, got ready, and went to pick him up.
……
“That book was written by Little Qi, right?”
This had already trended; Liu Ning was asking for the company. If the book was really related to Yu Wei, the company definitely needed to prepare an anti-explosion statement.
As for their relationship, that was outside company business scope—business couldn’t meddle.
Actually, Liu Ning had known about this for a while; she’d seen the two writing together abroad. Now she just wanted a precise confirmation.
“Yeah, she writes; I occasionally provide some works.”
No need to hide this; just an ordinary cooperation relationship, for now.
Liu Ning clearly wanted to ask more, but held back. Best to let this sort of thing take its natural course—no need to pry.
Yu Wei’s fans were quite pure; normal romance wouldn’t cause issues. Let him be.
“Rest well these two days; don’t forget the music awards ceremony the day after tomorrow—go stock up on some awards.”
Liu Ning had confidence in this; Yu Wei’s achievements in the music field were beyond doubt—could awards be few?
Yu Wei did want to rest two days, but he’d lost the bet—who asked? Tonight he still had to go to the “Hongmen Banquet,” hoping not to be suppressed on-site by the family heritage.
The agent’s call had just hung up when Qi Luo An’s message came, asking when he was free and if it was convenient to come over.
“Is Uncle Qi home?”
If Old Qi wasn’t there, he wouldn’t feel at ease; Aunt Chen clearly wasn’t easy to handle—still needed an insider to watch.
“He’ll be home in the afternoon.”
Qi Yunming had recently been busy with the movie; “Charlotte Troubles” was already in preparation for filming, casting about to start—once people were assembled, they could roll cameras.
After all, he’s the director; no matter how salted fish he was these two days, he had to handle business. Otherwise, last night the house wouldn’t have just had Qi Luo An alone watching the live broadcast.
Busy, all busy—good to be busy.
“Then I’ll come in the afternoon.”
For Yu Wei, this was good news; he could talk some proper business while visiting. Casting was great; he’d already laid the groundwork— this time he’d mooch hard.
Qi Luo An happily accepted; he was already at the door, no fear of him running. That morning, she could practice singing with Shen Yutong.
They had to hurry and compete soon; with “A Loving Family”‘s plot exposed, the previous “Rain Butterfly” chapter was also outed.
Plagiarist novel suddenly had a listening to music chapter out of nowhere; everyone thought it was filler, but with the new song’s release, readers realized it wasn’t simple.
Someone already suspected “Rain Butterfly” was a same-name new song; they had to join the competition ASAP.
“Then good luck to you.”
Yu Wei wasn’t idle either; today he was writing a new competition: Qi Yuan and the fused native’s final glory, Xiao Bingyi’s human-machine battle.
The singing video had come yesterday, but he hadn’t gotten to write the competition plot during rehearsal; couldn’t delay today.
Qi Yuan’s song was interesting; he’d invited Zhang Lingye as guest singer—something Yu Wei never expected.
Their fans had beefed for so many years; root cause was Yu Yuan being too domineering.
Now eighty percent of million Yu Yuan fans had unfollowed, the rest all casual fans. Without constraints, Qi Yuan naturally had no taboos.
Teammate partner gimmick was full; plus their not-weak singing skills, scoring a point off the AI native shouldn’t be hard.
Worth mentioning: Qi Yuan planned to pick “Peach Blossom Promise.”
He’d already acted in “Three Lives, One Fate”; the production team had communicated theme song cooperation with him—picking this song was inevitable.
This song had been tugged four times; this time it was really getting picked, of course within Yu Wei’s expectations.
Shen Yutong was doomed not to pick this song; reason simple—fairness.
Just like he didn’t give Zhou Mumu a chance to pick a song—if you’d sung it ahead, you couldn’t pick again; she naturally couldn’t be an exception.
Running a competition meant seeing it through; at least that’s what Yu Wei thought—no one person taking all the good stuff, not even acquaintances.
So Yu Wei never painted pies for Shen Yutong; maybe there’d be an even better fit for her later…
For other singers, cooperating with a flop drama hurt reputation a bit, but for Qi Yuan it was perfect—he was the flop drama’s actor.
With that debuff, him bringing about “flop movie divine song” could instead reverse his personal reputation, using the flop as his stepping stone.
Of course, prerequisite was Qi Yuan winning the competition.
Yu Wei had just typed an opening when Qi Yuan’s message came—first congratulating his concert performance, then asking about progress.
No helping it; Qi Yuan was anxious. Since the massive unfollow, he was practically missing from the entertainment industry; the pain period was long.
With his strength, he originally had hope for a concert invite, but ultimately the unfollow event affected him—popularity one tier short.
He now urgently needed a new work to prove himself and achieve transformation; this theme song was a great opportunity.
Also a thorough goodbye to his idol era self.
“Don’t rush; send at noon, busy afternoon.”
“What’s up, celebration banquet?”
Qi Yuan casually polite, but Yu Wei was puzzled—turns out he didn’t know Yu Wei was coming to his house for dinner?
Actually Qi Yunming had asked, but Qi Yuan had said he didn’t want to go home; Old Qi’s personality naturally didn’t bother wasting words…
“Coming to your house for dinner.”
“Don’t mess around.”
Qi Yuan saw the message and chuckled; buddy really knew how to joke—dinner at his own house, and he wouldn’t know?
