Chapter 220: Letting The Wolf Into The House
“No way, how is he so bad!”
Hearing that Qi Yuan planned to snatch the song, Qi Luo An was so angry she nearly fainted. Their song was almost ready after practice, but this guy suddenly jumped in to interfere.
If this isn’t bad, then it’s downright evil to the core…
If the opponent didn’t know about the guest singing, Qi Luo An would suspect her brother was deliberately targeting her, not wanting her to succeed.
After all this hassle, she would feel upset if she didn’t secure this song. A duck in the mouth can’t fly away, right?
“The key is, Peach Blossom Promise doesn’t suit a male voice either.”
On the other end of the phone, Shen Yutong spoke calmly. Honestly, she was a bit desensitized. She still liked the song, but if she couldn’t get it, she could accept it calmly.
After Zhou Mumu failed to select a song, she actually had a premonition. Yu Wei might be carefree, but he had principles, at least in the competition—no exceptions.
He hadn’t even painted her a pie. The singing and song swap were all told to her by An An. On second thought, Qi Luo An was a bit worse…
Falsely transmitting the imperial decree, huh?
Shen Yutong vaguely felt there might be a twist to this.
As she said, Peach Blossom Promise wasn’t very suitable for a male voice. Qi Yuan’s choice wasn’t perfect no matter what.
“Yes, not suitable.”
Peach Blossom Promise, whether in vocal range or imagery, was very much a female voice style work, even the lyrics from the female lead’s perspective.
Qi Yuan chose this song ultimately to make it popular again, without much love for the song itself—definitely not a good pick.
But he wanted to choose it, and the competition organizer couldn’t just lock the song to prevent contestants from selecting it…
“Please arrange a strong opponent for him.”
In that case, Qi Luo An could only hope her brother lost. Simple: a flop round, and the problem would resolve itself.
“Won’t flop.”
Qi Yuan’s singing skill was solidly practiced, plus guest singing with Zhang Lingye—strength definitely greater than AI.
Early on, AI thrived mainly due to novelty. After more times, netizens got tired; human voices were still more comfortable.
“You’ll know once the new chapter is out.”
Yu Wei planned to finish uploading the competition chapters before eating. He had no habit of writing at others’ homes.
At noon twelve o’clock, the novel’s new chapter updated on time. Qi Luo An and Shen Yutong were undoubtedly the most focused on this competition’s victory or defeat—must peep.
First, AI native sang Paper Short Affection Long, full of tension and strong rhythm, quality not low.
This song wasn’t originally an internet celebrity song, but its popularity and breakout relied on short video spread—quality much higher than average internet celebrity songs.
Song choice ramped up difficulty, but AI couldn’t deliver the song’s tension and layers—such a pity.
This song was well-produced compared to ordinary internet celebrity songs, bound to become a popular work in the library—just depends if anyone picks it later.
“I want to see how he wins.”
Qi Luo An clicked into her brother’s competition video, stunned by the familiar intro— wasn’t this Under the Flying Clouds?
When Yu Wei’s competition just started, contestants mostly chose his songs: to show goodwill and attract Yu Wei’s readers’ votes.
Other songs had covers, but this one alone—pitch too high, not just difficult but doubly so; one person couldn’t handle it.
Qi Luo An really didn’t expect her brother to find someone to sing this together…
Even angrier now—what’s this? Snatching their song was one thing, but covering her and Yu Wei’s only chorus work? His intent is punishable, his intent is punishable!
Crucially, their rendition was good: one voice line gently outlining the sky’s vastness and serenity, the other rich tone like sunlight piercing clouds.
After listening, Qi Luo An was a bit hooked on them…
Qi Yuan dared challenge this song with confidence; he and Zhang Lingye practiced a long time to achieve the effect, or they wouldn’t enter so late.
“Bad, he’s really going to win.”
Even if Qi Luo An didn’t want to see it, she had to admit their cover was good, even with male voice adaptations—plenty of sincerity.
Sure enough, Qi Yuan’s votes led the AI native from the start. Yu Wei’s readers naturally favored Yu Wei’s song.
They sang Under the Flying Clouds that others didn’t dare, so good reviews were inevitable.
“Aren’t they arch-rivals? Singing chorus together?”
“Just fans not getting along; their relationship is good.”
“Revive my dead tear group!”
Enemies singing chorus was gimmicky; quickly drew netizens to watch. Comparatively, this internet celebrity song made little splash.
AI failing to capture the song’s essence was one reason; also, everyone was recently full from Yu Wei’s two new songs at the concert—couldn’t take more short-term.
Looks like her brother really snatched it this time. Qi Luo An gritted her teeth in anger but was helpless; for now, treat him to dinner first.
Yu Wei’s fame was beyond compare now; no way to swagger publicly. He called a business car, had Qi Luo An get in to guide.
“What’s this?”
Qi Luo An just got in and saw two cases of milk on the back seat—totally out of place.
“Can’t go to your house for dinner empty-handed.”
Yu Wei originally planned a gift, but thought better: just eating as a friend; too expensive would be weird.
Big gifts might make people think it’s proposal stage—just casual dinner en route, keep it simple.
“What a talent.”
Qi Luo An didn’t expect Yu Wei to do this: bring two cases of milk—abstract yet perfectly reasonable.
Knowing her parents, they’d refuse valuables; down-to-earth approach was just right.
Though she’d anticipated this day long, now she suddenly felt nervous. Still in school, not yet parent-meeting stage, but seemed little difference.
This meeting meant far more than an ordinary dinner to her.
She sat primly, fingertips unconsciously curling then releasing, subconsciously smoothing her crease-free hem.
What would parents ask Yu Wei?
If he suddenly spouted nonsense seriously, would parents understand?
How would picky Xiao Chen view him?
She looked forward to recognition and comfort in her parents’ eyes, and Yu Wei feeling the warmth she’d grown up with in their lively home…
Mood quite complex: sometimes car too fast, sometimes too long.
“Why aren’t you talking?”
Qi Luo An couldn’t help looking at silent Yu Wei in passenger seat. They usually had plenty to say; today quietest.
“Recalling episode nine, if I did anything outrageous.”
Music Blind Box episode nine airs tonight; with their habit, they’d watch. He feared public execution.
Per past schedule, next recording day after broadcast; but this time different—program team held back big.
Cheng Xu told him in Beijing: finale two episodes different, filming delayed.
Without Yu Wei and Meng Han, key figures, filming effect poor; wait for them to return.
Final two episodes prepped early by program team, reportedly live broadcast form; Yu Wei didn’t know details.
“Episode nine… yeah, gotta watch carefully.”
Qi Luo An remembered it well: episode with Sakuraya Rio, finally airing.
Her family actually liked watching Yu Wei’s program; this time, he was here in person.
Unlike last phone’s empty link-up; this time Yu Wei really present—last time parents unaware he sat nearby.
Car entered familiar neighborhood; Qi Luo An pushed door open, took deep breath—this moment finally here.
“Thought your family lived in a luxury complex.”
Yu Wei surveyed surroundings—no imagined mansions; brick-red building warm in sunset.
Environment and location fine; subconsciously, he thought big shots lived in villas…
“Watched too many idol dramas.”
For houses, comfort matters; their home didn’t do that—full of lively atmosphere was great.
Qi Luo An’s family on fifth floor; elevator ran smoothly. Yu Wei carried two milk cases politely behind, watched her open door deftly.
He looked closely: a world inside.
Complex unremarkable, but house spacious, simply cozy decor, high-end furniture.
“Teacher Yu arrived; our hut shines.”
Changing shoes, Chen Jinyi’s greeting stumped him. Concert staff called him that; Aunt Chen teasing obviously.
“Mom, you’re at it again.”
Yu Wei not spoken; Qi Luo An retorted first. Her mom great everywhere but merciless verbally—she took after mom there.
Cooking Chen Jinyi said nothing, but felt mixed emotions.
Teasing once and she defends—can’t keep this daughter…
“Hello uncle, hello aunt.”
Yu Wei spotted Qi Yunming Ge You-lying on sofa scrolling phone. Old Qi still decadent melancholic, same salted fish.
Qi Yunming nodded response; he sorta understood Chen Ping’s past feelings toward him.
After all, raised her; losing her to little climber in few words felt bad.
Blame that brat Qi Yuan for randomly recommending friend—inviting wolf in!
“Even brought stuff.”
His remark made Chen Jinyi frown slightly—young people so impatient? Their An An still in school, rushing…
Oh, milk—fine then.
Chen Jinyi turned, instantly relieved. Feared Yu Wei arriving with big haul demanding her; this kid more sensible than thought.
Big gifts awkward to accept, but two milk cases? Refusing would seem petty.
Qi Yunming took and set aside. Should’ve had him bring beer en route… he’s here, no drinks feels off.
Not to get Yu Wei drunk, just chatting business over drinks feels right.
Thought free actor was Yu Wei joking; tried contacting, they really willing zero actor’s salary.
If could assemble Yu Wei’s luxury lineup, might really salted fish flip.
Thinking this, Qi Yunming felt great, gaze at Yu Wei more appreciative.
What inviting wolf—this is sparing no child to catch no wolf…
