Chapter 228: The Biggest Suspense
Thinking positively, although Qi Luo An didn’t mention her great uncle, at least she didn’t call him Old Deng…
Anyway, Yu Wei felt too embarrassed to tell Ye Shengyu, otherwise the venerable elder would be heartbroken. The child he had pampered since childhood didn’t even deserve a name in her mouth?
Identified as an unfamiliar relative.
Yu Wei just awkwardly chuckled a couple of times, neither confirming nor denying it, which amounted to tacit agreement.
“That’s about enough. Aren’t you making Yu Wei the target of all criticism?”
Zhong Qing on the side timely interrupted their idle chat. Although Ye Shengyu was always unserious, his strength and status were still there, so sitting in the first row was well-deserved.
As soon as he came in, he was chatting with Yu Wei about family matters. What would the other artists and singers behind think?
It wouldn’t have any direct impact, but there were plenty of cases in the industry where tall poppies get cut down. If it brought trouble to Yu Wei, this old thing would be the first to blame.
Yu Wei was deeply moved upon hearing this and no longer badmouthed Teacher Zhong as a loser. She was truly a good person…
“Young people afraid of these things?”
Ye Shengyu was somewhat indifferent. “A mediocre talent won’t provoke envy. As long as the strength is solid enough, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Though he said that, he did indeed stop there, and both he and Yu Wei took their seats without continuing the deep chat. The awards ceremony was about to begin.
The main lights gradually dimmed, and the stage lit up with dreamlike blue beams. Yu Wei did a final check on his mobile phone to confirm it was silenced, then devoted all his attention to the stage.
The online live broadcast started simultaneously, and several photographers began wandering the aisles, with very steady camera shot scheduling.
Yu Wei really wanted to see what the live stream audience was saying, but it wasn’t appropriate to look at his phone now, so he could only simply brain supplement it.
“Can’t even play with mobile phones in the inner area, pitiful.”
Qi Luo An in the lounge watched the serious Shen Yutong and Qi Yuan in the camera shot, feeling a bit schadenfreude.
“Where’s Yu Wei?”
She knew Yu Wei was sitting in the first row, but the photographers just wouldn’t shoot the front, only focusing on gathering shots in the back rows, which made her uncomfortable.
“Later it’ll all be front row.”
Since they were all here, the organizer would naturally give some camera shots to make the fans in front of the screen happy, but that was about it.
Once the awards truly began, these people in the back would just be fleeting backgrounds.
Those with nominations could still get a few close-ups; those without even nominations could zone out in the back, just watching the excitement.
The entertainment industry was like that—being unpopular was the original sin. In such an occasion full of big names, even getting a face shot counted as mercy from the organizer.
“Saw our Mu Mu.”
“Who are these people? Don’t recognize any current stars.”
“So many people, where’s our Leying?”
Unlike in entertainment novels where there’s always netizen discussion, this kind of grand ceremony activity was actually only followed by fans.
People who didn’t follow the entertainment industry rarely watched the live broadcast, at most browsing related short videos and blogger summaries.
Fans basically came with their own bias, and precisely because of that, at the start of the live stream, not many mentioned Yu Wei. Fans of each had a good impression of him, but they were definitely most focused on their own main.
Yu Wei’s fans were mostly passersby; ordinary people wouldn’t normally pay attention to these activities, let alone squat the live stream to send bullet comments.
The ceremony started on time, and a rock music singer ignited the whole venue with two classic songs. The free shouting and candid fervent performance instantly lit up the atmosphere.
Yu Wei was listening intently when the photographer finally shot the first row.
As the camera panned over veteran musicians one by one, when a young artistic face suddenly jumped out, the audience’s brains clearly short-circuited.
What was this, a commoner barging into the imperial court?
Netizens didn’t care about seniority or elders, but age was too obvious. Who understood the salvation feeling of a twenty-year-old young man suddenly jumping out among a group of old men and women.
“I knew long ago that Yu Wei was Old Deng reincarnated and recultivating. Indeed.”
“Who said this Yu Wei is old? This Yu Wei is awesome.”
“Grandfather, the novel you’re chasing finally updated. Yu Wei hasn’t aged.”
Seeing this scene, even non-Yu Wei fans had to chime in. Who told the organizer to arrange seats like this, treating Yu Wei as Old Deng?
Unfortunately, Yu Wei couldn’t see these now; the awards segment had already begun.
After the opening performance ended, the host took the stage, introducing the background and scale of this grand ceremony. The music awards ceremony gathered over a hundred Chinese musicians and would reveal 41 music honors.
Generally, opening awards were filler with no gold content; heavyweight awards were definitely saved for later, otherwise the audience would leave early.
The first award was “Annual Rising Star Singer.” From the name, it was just pork distribution to traffic stars. The more nonsensical the name, the lower the gold content.
What rising star shining leap forward? Which major award uses such a name?
As long as there are enough prefixes, everyone is the annual best.
“Let’s congratulate Yu Wei!”
“?”
Yu Wei had thought he would win awards, but didn’t expect the first one to come so fast. Crucially, this award seemed to have no gold content…
But since it was given, Yu Wei couldn’t refuse it. As he stood up to go on stage, the live stream bullet comments had already exploded.
“Damn, almost forgot Yu Wei is still a newcomer.”
“Wandered half a lifetime, returned still a newcomer.”
“This award is a bit of edge material. Can’t just give Yu Wei all garbage.”
Though the gold content wasn’t high, giving this award to Yu Wei was indeed fine. He had only risen to prominence this year—what else could he be but a rising star?
Yu Wei took the trophy, said a few formulaic words of gratitude, and didn’t even dare to deliver his prepared award-winning speech. If he used it now, what would he say later?
“Congratulations again.”
Amid the enthusiastic applause from the on-site artists, Yu Wei returned to his seat. Though the award was watered down, the trophy looked pretty good—at least a decent craft on the shelf.
Then, as if by coincidence, the second award was the “Annual Shining Singer” that Yu Wei had just secretly complained about.
Called shining, but anyone could take it. Singers always had one or two shining stages; no surprise whoever got it.
“Let’s congratulate Yu Wei!”
“…”
Giving it to him was still quite surprising. Yu Wei hadn’t expected the organizer to be so generous—giving one was one thing, but two?
Weren’t these small awards for human relationships? What did giving them to him mean—really planning to let others leave empty-handed?
Not just the audience; other on-site artists couldn’t figure it out either. If talking about deserving it, Yu Wei deserved 90% of the on-site awards, but you couldn’t really give 90% to him alone…
Fortunately, the third award finally went to someone else. Hearing “Annual Textured Singing” wasn’t himself, Yu Wei even felt a sense of relief.
Almost thought the organizer really planned to let him take them all. This was right—small awards had no meaning for him; better to give them to others for excitement.
The following few watered-down awards had nothing to do with Yu Wei, as if the earlier situation had never happened.
“What does this mean?”
Qi Luo An was a bit confused. For these filler awards, either give none or several—stopping at two, what did that mean?
“Thunder or rain, all are heavenly grace. If given, just take it.”
Liu Ning saw it clearly. Awards with gold content were ones Yu Wei could take, but these two watered-down awards were ones the organizer could give.
Just like the disposable hotel toothbrush the boss brings back from a business trip—whether you want it or need it, the willingness to give it is an attitude, and you can only accept it.
After the pork distribution segment ended, the stage cut to a performance segment. Next was the main event, with not only major awards but also nominations.
“Annual All-Round Musician. This honor is the highest recognition of a singer’s comprehensive abilities in singing, creation, production, and more.”
Meng Han had specifically mentioned this award to Yu Wei before coming, so he remembered it deeply. So-called all-round meant one person could form an army.
To win the all-round musician award, at minimum, one needed a high-quality original song with high completion.
There were four nominated singers, naturally including Yu Wei and Shen Yutong. Yu Wei wasn’t very familiar with the other two, but had some impression.
Almost the instant they heard this award, netizens shouted “custom-made.”
No need to beat around the bush—this one didn’t even need guessing. Saying others might have controversy, but for all-round, who could be more all-round than Yu Wei?
Not only was Yu Wei all-round in creation techniques, his creation types were all-round too.
Pop songs, retro songs, rock music, rap—even Japanese songs he could write. If this wasn’t all-round, what was?
If this award didn’t go to Yu Wei, it really wouldn’t make sense. Even if they weren’t fans, they’d have to say something.
“The winner is—Yu Wei.”
This award was what everyone expected. Yu Wei strode on stage, his award-winning speech very sincere, as if this was his first award of the night.
“Music is my entire life. I will continue to explore more possibilities.”
As soon as he said that, bullet comments rose with a string of question marks. Nonsense—other musicians saying this they’d believe, but everyone would die before believing Yu Wei.
Wasn’t writing books your entire life?
The next award was Annual Golden Song, a proper major award with gold content ranking top three in the music awards ceremony.
Annual Golden Song, as the name implies, was the song with the highest gold content that year. This award was actually the biggest suspense of this music awards ceremony.
The suspense wasn’t who would win—the award should go to Yu Wei without doubt. He didn’t take it, no one could. Everyone just didn’t know which song he would win with.
He had too many good works; picking the best from them wasn’t easy.
Fans of love songs loved “Red Bean”; rock fans thought “Dream Chaser’s Heart” was god-tier; children’s song great gods definitely pushed “Treading Waves.”
Yu Wei’s most popular song recently was definitely “A Loving Family,” but the best golden song selection started last month, and the concert song didn’t count.
“It has to be ‘Dream Chaser’s Heart,’ the more I listen, the more addictive.”
“Where do you put my ‘The Ordinary Road’?”
“‘Later’ is also god-tier, pity it just came out two days ago.”
Yu Wei had many song fans, and this discussion had a bit of everyone unconvinced by others. This one cited data, that one mentioned popularity—hard to reach consensus.
Song fans definitely thought their favorite song was the best. Songs were literature without first place, martial arts without second—who dared claim invincible, who dared claim undefeated?
If picking the tallest dwarf, this award would have no controversy. Precisely because Yu Wei had many good works, it made it hard for everyone to judge.
Yu Wei knew this well in his heart. If convincing everyone, it had to be that one…
“Congratulations, Yu Wei’s ‘The Ordinary Road’.”
If talking quality, singability, data, every song had a chance to win, but in terms of significance, this song was indeed extraordinary.
In one sentence, it had beaten Chen Ping and won.
To make a work recognized as the music scene ceiling lose luster in comparison—this battle could be called epoch-making.
In the eyes of other musicians, especially the older generation, it had to be this song.
Relying on a basic attack to drain the boss’s last drop of blood—that made it the most exaggerated move. What’s more, this song wasn’t even a basic attack.
Dragon-slaying has its technique; this song was well-deserved.
Stepping on the number one person to win the award—any other musician wouldn’t dare make a peep.
