Chapter 41: Yu Wei Makes His Move!
“The third one…”
“You damn well have a third one?”
“The third one hasn’t been thought of yet, sigh!”
Qi Yuan sighed, his fatigued gaze slightly dazed, the dark circles under his eyes making him look utterly wretched, which gave Zhang Lingye a bit of guilt after roasting him.
“You’re right, I recognize you now, so can you go home and rest?”
With him looking on the verge of sudden death, if paparazzi snapped a photo, they could rumor that the company was abusing him, and then millions of “Yu Yuan” fans wouldn’t make a fuss for three days and nights?
“There are still a lot of things I can’t figure out.”
Qi Yuan held his head, and after Zhang Lingye said that, he really started feeling a headache, “What is Yu Wei’s new variety show trying to write about, and what does that short film movie mean?”
The two songs had already appeared one by one in reality, and according to Yu Wei’s style, this short film definitely existed for real too.
“Short film?”
Zhang Lingye hadn’t read the book Yu Wei wrote, so he didn’t know the specific plot, but he knew about the short film—not only knew it, he had even acted in it.
“You know?”
Qi Yuan’s bloodshot eyes suddenly lit up, the all-night fatigue instantly washed away, as if he was going to memorize every word that followed.
His appearance really scared Zhang Lingye; this didn’t look like research at all—anyone who didn’t know would think he was immersed in reading a novel.
“Not very clear…”
It wasn’t that Zhang Lingye wouldn’t say, but Qi Yuan’s current state was really a bit dangerous—what if hearing something more explosive made him faint on the spot?
Telling him about the script now, he probably couldn’t handle it; at least pick a suitable time to tell him.
“I knew it.”
Qi Yuan forced himself to roll his eyes at him; he’d racked his brains all night and didn’t know, so how could this brainless Zhang Lingye know?
Better to expect Yu Wei to update soon than to count on him!
Watching Qi Yuan drag his weary body away, Zhang Lingye unexpectedly recalled the days when they had just formed the group; back then, they would chat like this too.
But ever since competition arose, their relationship had faded.
Now, a single Yu Wei had stunned them all, making those overt and covert fights meaningless, and the so-called estrangement naturally dissipated.
Only an external enemy can stop infighting.
“This book… is it really that good?”
……
Yu Wei slept until he woke up naturally, full of energy and body refreshed; he casually kicked off the blanket, only to tilt and nearly fall off the bed.
It seemed like it was time to move somewhere else; the group had disbanded, and it wasn’t quite appropriate for him to still live in the artist apartment, plus the conditions were just average.
Back then, when he had no record, the room he lived in was the worst.
After his six former teammates made it big, they moved out early, leaving only him, the good-for-nothing, still hanging on; he didn’t have the means before, but now he could just tell the company, and the life assistant would arrange it.
It’s the same in any field—as long as you have value, someone will take care of everything for you…
Wait, the web novel industry seems different; he hadn’t heard of any novel platform providing room and board for Platinum Great Gods.
Wild chicken industry confirmed.
Other than sending plagiarists of tomb-raiding novels to jail…
After filling his stomach, Yu Wei began the new day’s creation; the new readers drawn in last night were frighteningly numerous, and the urge to update comments were countless.
Had this group stayed up all night to read all the chapters?
They were all tough ones.
Today’s chapter was very important, after all, it was the first chapter after revealing his identity, and there would absolutely not be few people watching from the front row.
Yu Wei had originally thought about whether to write an author’s note or something, but on second thought, forget it; readers were here to read the book, not little essays—that stuff should be posted as little as possible.
[Several singer-songwriters were tormented to the point of pain by the time-limited theme creation, but only Wei Yu looked calm and composed, as if he had just gone through an ordinary week.
Everyone suspected he might have inventory, which perfectly matched this episode’s theme “color”.
Under the director’s instruction, the third episode recording of “I’m a Singer-songwriter” officially began, and the first to take the stage was Wei Yu’s opponent this round, female singer Chen Yi.
The work she brought was “Scarlet”, which through delicate lyrics and melody, profoundly explored the complex emotions in love from a girl’s angle.
Chen Yi’s inherently storytelling voice was gentle and melodious, yet mixed with humility and disappointment, strongly resonating with the on-site audience.
“Wei Yu is in danger.”
This was the common thought of the other singer-songwriters and the director team; today’s public review panel had more female viewers, so a song from a female perspective had a natural advantage.
Moreover, the song itself was excellent; if it were them, there was basically no possibility of winning…
“Wei Yu, evaluate your opponent?”
After the singing ended, the host went through the process to liven up the atmosphere; usually at such times, it was mostly commercial mutual praise.
Who knew Wei Yu was still that Wei Yu, critiquing without mercy, analyzing from lyrics and melody, the song’s overall cohesion to its core, and finally giving only 6 points.
Even six points? Was he crazy?]
In the novel, giving a passing score was already giving face; on Blue Star, this “Scarlet” had polarized reputation, but it was a fact that it was hugely popular—scoring too low would easily offend people.
Wei Yu in the book could roast heaven and earth, but he couldn’t; when it came to survival instinct…
This song was a standard catchy popular song, quite pleasant, but upon deeper scrutiny, it completely fell short, a bit of moaning without illness, and lacking depth.
Compared to ancient poetry, if classic music works were seven-character quatrains, this song was doggerel verse—high singability, some clever ideas but not many.
If it were only that, the song wouldn’t have such polarized reputation; what really made it controversial was the plagiarism suspicion.
Parts of its melody were too similar to Japanese songs—not saying it was fully copied, but there was definitely some degree of borrowing.
As for those praising it, the reason was simple: the song was catchy and pleasant, and indeed very popular—popularity meant widespread recognition from the masses, right?
Yu Wei chose this song for “targeted strike”, clearly not agreeing with that view; if popularity meant good, then shout-rapping could sit at the table too.
His understanding was that music which could withstand the test of time was good music; internet celebrity songs could be hot for one or two years, but absolutely not twenty.
Popular things aren’t necessarily good, but they definitely have filial sons—those who love it love it to death, those who hate it hate it to death, so the evaluation was polarized…
But he could still steadily win against this level of song, the kind with full enclosure on the same theme, same intent, same perspective—no wonder it was called targeted strike.
Yu Wei had also experienced the taste of writing a hit book; the new chapter had been out for not five seconds and three comments already popped up in the backend.
“First floor.”
“First floor.”
“Front row.”
Several comments in a row were just checking in with the chapter name; Yu Wei simply started typing the next chapter, to check the readers’ evaluation and ideas later.
He wanted to increase the readers’ immersion, but the readers seeing this song didn’t think that way…
Good news, this book was finally a true plagiarist;
Bad news, the song in reality was sung by a supporting character.
What was Yu Wei trying to do?
“Is it that ‘Scarlet’ I’ve heard?”
“Probably, Chen Chen’s song; the novel character is named Chen Yi—no even disguising it.”
“Finally a song I’ve heard before, but why is it the opponent’s?”
“What does this mean, sir?”
“I get it, Yu Wei is planning to take on internet celebrity songs; he wrote this book with real depth—tired of internet celebrity songs under heaven, support righteous sanction!”
This update adjusted the immersion value; “overinterpretation” talent adjusted to “well-founded”, conspiracy theory players about to become the version answer.
The novel’s previous plots could still be explained as tropes, but this directly anti-trope plagiarist was clearly intentional.
Yu Wei made his move!
He was obviously planning to borrow the protagonist “Wei Yu”‘s hand to brutally beat internet celebrity songs—normal song release in reality, heavy punches in the novel.
Let Wei Yu handle the offending stuff; what does it have to do with our Yu Wei?
Goodness, Yu God’s layout.
“Let me see what readers are saying… what the hell?”
Yu Wei just wanted to write some real-world songs to increase readers’ immersion—when did he want to revive the music scene’s glory?
Even if there was some targeted strike intent, at most it was using a reference as a measuring unit, nothing with that grand a pattern.
Shouldn’t readers be expecting what song he uses to win the competition—how did they fast-forward straight to this step…
“If you ask me, don’t just hit internet celebrity songs—can you beat the entire entertainment industry once per song, beat until no one dares claim supremacy.”
Yu Wei was startled by this comment— one song to beat one, like King Yama’s roll call? Beat the whole thing, as if afraid they wouldn’t die fast enough?
I’m just a stinky book writer—what the hell do you all want?
