Chapter 232: Annual Grand Slam
Qi Yuan actually felt somewhat unmotivated about the Music Awards Ceremony, after all, he knew these awards had little to do with him.
He also received nominations, but they were all related to his grandfather’s song, so this honor naturally couldn’t be credited to him.
Because he didn’t have many active fans left, the organizer didn’t even bother to give him pork, not even a minor award.
What’s the point of watching others win awards?
Human joys and sorrows do not interconnect; as a complete onlooker, Qi Yuan only felt that others were noisy.
Until he saw Qi Luo An on stage…
His little sister not only appeared on-site but also planned to sing on stage; this sudden development completely exceeded Qi Yuan’s expectation.
He had to sit up and watch this!
As soon as Shen Yutong opened her mouth, Qi Yuan recognized it as Yu Wei’s new song. The song wasn’t hard to sing, but singing it well wasn’t easy either. He was prepared to watch his little sister make a fool of herself, but unexpectedly, she sang surprisingly well.
Even peeking through the door crack, he couldn’t help but sincerely sigh that she had talent. If it were him singing, perhaps his technique would be sufficient, but his emotion and explosion wouldn’t match An An’s.
It was the first time Qi Yuan felt that his musical talent was inferior to his younger sister’s; this sudden cognition gave him a strange sense of frustration.
Losing to Yu Wei was one thing, but how was he even losing to his little sister…
Just as he sank into self-doubt, the song title of this song instantly sobered him a bit. Rain Butterfly wasn’t his grandmother’s representative work; were there two songs with the same name?
Striking him was one thing, but how could it strike an elderly person too? How could his little sister be so mean, even targeting grandmother.
Although the work with the same name was old, everyone present was an industry insider, so they all had some impression of it.
Especially the veteran artists in the first row; Ye Ranzhi’s “Rain Butterfly” was from their era, naturally fresh in memory.
He didn’t expect this song to have the same name as a classic. Was it Yu Wei’s carelessness or intentional?
Others had no say, but Ye Shengyu did; the old song was sung by his sister, and he even remembered the scene when his older sister sang this song.
The two songs had few similarities and little comparability; Ye Ranzhi’s “Rain Butterfly” was too old-fashioned, and placed in the present, it might not even catch fire.
Yu Wei’s “Rain Butterfly” was mediocre, but the chorus melody was very catchy; catching fire wouldn’t be difficult. From the perspective of era characteristics, pop music was still more suited to the market.
Mediocre was also compared to Yu Wei’s other works; in today’s music scene flooded with assembly-line songs, this song was still fine bran.
Moreover, their three-person performance undoubtedly elevated this song to another level. Ye Shengyu hadn’t seen such a tacit three-person stage in a long time, with Yu Wei’s performance tantamount to orchestrating the overall situation.
Objectively speaking, the new and old songs each had their merits, but if judged by personal preference…
Then he would without a doubt choose this one.
Back then, Chen Dog relied on a same-name song to whisk away his older sister; that song was negative points to him. Subverting a classic? He had to support it!
In the online live broadcast camera shot, Ye Shengyu’s applause was exceptionally vigorous, as if he wanted to clap his hands sore.
Others didn’t know, but he did: that same-name work was actually Chen Ping’s handiwork, though it was given to his sister to sing back then.
In a sense, this counted as the second battle, but few people knew about it, and there was no need to say it out loud; knowing it in his heart was enough.
After the interlude, the three hurriedly left the stage; this joint performance far exceeded Qi Luo An and Shen Yutong’s expectation, and Yu Wei’s adaptability opened their eyes.
Who among the audience could imagine this was their first time partnering?
“It should be pretty good, right.”
As soon as Qi Luo An got off stage, she opened the live broadcast room; she hadn’t been on stage for too long, so she particularly cared about netizens’ evaluation.
The audience didn’t dwell on the same-name issue; many didn’t know the old work and were just discussing the song itself.
Besides praising the song as pleasant, evaluations of the three of them were naturally inevitable.
“Speak up, does Shen Yutong deserve the award? Speak up!”
“Yu Wei’s control is still too strong; one person linked the whole song. Without him, it really wouldn’t work. This is a true three-person performance.”
“That one sings pretty well too. Really not planning to return to the entertainment industry?”
With the internet so developed nowadays, basically no background couldn’t be found out. After partnering with Yu Wei a few times, Qi Luo An’s child star experience was no longer a secret.
Although no one knew why she quit the industry, Qi Luo An’s performance was still much stronger than those little idols in domestic entertainment; her leaving was a loss to the entertainment industry.
“The lead singer was too desperate.”
With Qi Luo An’s performance, Yu Wei really had to praise her a couple times; being able to superperform in such a high-pressure environment made her a solid big-heart contestant.
Her singing skill had improved a lot; the rehearsals during this time obviously took quite some effort, and Qi Luo An herself happily gained 1.2 An.
Yu Wei wanted to chat more, but staff suddenly urged him to enter; it was almost time for him to receive his award again, and not being on-site wasn’t appropriate.
“Almost forgot the Awards Ceremony hasn’t ended.”
On the way back to his seat via the aisle, Yu Wei could clearly feel the change in the other guests’ gazes; sometimes performance was more convincing than honors.
His earlier few awards probably didn’t have the deterrence of this song; the song wasn’t exceptionally good, but at least he showed his hand.
“The arrangement has great ideas; the rhythm style of the same sections is completely different. How did you consider it?”
As soon as he sat down, Li Bing Wen next to him couldn’t help wanting to exchange thoughts; Yu Wei’s arrangement was extremely inspired, making him feel like he’d met a kindred spirit.
“Partiality, what else?”
Hou Chuan on the right suddenly spoke up coldly, “Afraid his little girlfriend would sing off-key, so he put in extra effort.”
Before Yu Wei could speak, Li Bing Wen retorted first; Comrade Little Yu had great attainments in arrangement, so he definitely had his deep intentions!
Great scholars debate scripture for me; this was a true great scholar. Yu Wei still greatly admired Teacher Li Bing Wen and could cooperate if there was an opportunity.
He could also understand a bit of score…
“Good kid.”
Yu Wei turned his head and found Ye Shengyu and Zhong Qing both smiling at him at the same time, as if he’d done some great good deed.
What had he done to make these two so happy?
Nothing else; it was just great revenge achieved.
In Zhong Qing’s eyes, this same-name old song was the culprit for her lost love; Yu Wei covering its momentum with a new work was equivalent to dispelling her worries and resolving her resentment, naturally exhilarating.
A love song should be thoroughly trampled, pfft, dog man and woman.
Ye Shengyu’s thoughts were even more complex; Chen Ping, having whisked away his sister was one thing, but dying early and leaving her widowed for so many years.
Not to mention the Zhong Qing matter; he came first, yet after Zhong Qing met Chen Ping once, her soul was hooked, and all these years she still reminisced about him…
Just these two things, which man could endure it? Calling him Chen Dog was already merciful.
But Ye Shengyu didn’t resent Chen Ping and even admired him from the bottom of his heart, so it was complex.
Seeing Yu Wei score a small victory over him again, Ye Shengyu only felt an inexplicable exhilaration; what they couldn’t do back then, someone finally achieved.
This kid’s got it, personally nailing down Chen Dog’s coffin.
But this wasn’t enough; Chen Ping’s influence on the entertainment industry was multifaceted. The revolution hadn’t succeeded yet; little comrade still needed to work hard…
“Congratulations, Yu Wei.”
While Ye Shengyu reminisced about the past with kung fu, Yu Wei won another “Annual Best Male Singer.” Compared to Best Female Singer Lu Li, he was truly well-deserved.
After watching the “Rain Butterfly” stage, Lu Li’s complexion clearly changed; though she still chatted and laughed calmly, it looked forcibly so no matter how you saw it.
Whether intentional or not, Shen Yutong’s chorus made her very awkward.
If it were fans quarreling, she wouldn’t fear anyone, but this kind of deterrence she really didn’t know how to respond to. Take it seriously? They were just doing an interlude performance. Don’t take it seriously? Her heart felt stuffy, truly uncomfortable.
Actually, her fans going crazy could still fight even if a bit forced, but with Yu Wei involved, she had to calm down and reconsider.
Yu Wei’s seat, others might not understand, but she did; it was a symbol and a signal.
The attitudes of these front-row people were already clear; the future music scene would surely have a place for Yu Wei. Offending people over this wasn’t worth it.
Bluntly put, her fans dissing heaven and earth was at most slinging mud and being annoying, but one word from Yu Wei could really make her sit on a cold bench; she could still tell which was more important.
Lu Li gave Shen Yutong a wistful glance; for Yu Wei’s sake, she’d swallow this insult today.
“Annual Most Influential Singer; this award values the singer’s social penetration and cultural influence in music. Who will it be?”
If this award originally had some suspense, after the earlier performance, there was no controversy at all; even the other three nominees simultaneously looked toward Yu Wei.
On other aspects, everyone couldn’t say, but Yu Wei’s influence was indeed exaggerated; writing books to hype himself was something they couldn’t dream up.
“Congratulations, Yu Wei!”
“Yu Wei’s music has transcended the realm of mere entertainment, becoming a certain social cultural phenomenon.”
“His works repeatedly become topic foci, and his stage performances are widely discussed and imitated, producing visible promotion to pop culture.”
“This signifies he is not only a successful singer but also a cultural figure with era influence.”
As the second major award of the Music Awards Ceremony, the speech for Most Influential Singer was exceptionally long; the moment Yu Wei took the trophy, two of the three major awards were in his hands.
Just missing the final Annual Singer, and Yu Wei would achieve a grand slam this year; after the Music Awards Ceremony renamed, no grand slam singer had appeared yet.
But this year, they couldn’t not give it.
The evening’s heaviest award, “Annual Singer,” was about to be revealed; the entire venue was pin-drop silent, even backstage staff put down their work to stare at the screen.
They all knew what was about to happen next, so they just needed to witness.
This grand slam that the Music Awards Ceremony hadn’t seen in years of establishment was claimed by him alone this evening.
The award presenter opened the envelope, paused for a moment, then announced into the microphone: “Annual Singer—Yu Wei!”
Instantly, the whole audience stood and applauded; the sound waves nearly lifted the venue roof. Yu Wei stood up without moving when he was hugged by Ye Shengyu beside him—was this the classic award-winning celebration?
“Don’t leave after it’s over!”
Yu Wei was stunned by Ye Shengyu’s whisper, then walked toward the stage again.
The grand slam achievement destined this grand ceremony to be recorded in Chinese Music History; below the stage, many veteran musicians looked solemn—they might be witnessing the dawn of a new era.
Qi Yuan’s applause was exceptionally enthusiastic; such an obvious thing, and you’re only realizing it now?
He knew it long ago!
No more taking leave, brothers; one day without an update makes me uncomfortable all over, always feeling like I owe everyone. Wanting to play during break but lacking interest…
Try to write more in the future.
