Chapter 48: Hands That Type Can Also Play Piano
The dual-person composition live broadcast requires a larger background than a solo live broadcast, so the company simply set up a new one in the studio.
The scene is composed of three 4-meter-high textured walls combined with LED screens, which looks very three-dimensional.
Yu Wei looked at the super-large camera lights and boom equipment in front of him, still somewhat shocked by the company’s big spending. It seems the higher-ups really value this live broadcast…
At his strong request, this live broadcast turned off the reward function.
Anyway, Yu Wei wasn’t thinking of making money from live streaming, so it might as well be turned off for simplicity. This kind of thing could still affect public appeal, so better to nip it in the bud.
He didn’t want to end up with a reputation for inducing fans to spend…
While Yu Wei was touching up his makeup, Qi Yuan hadn’t arrived yet, but Zhang Lingye had come instead. He was dressed very casually, clearly with no intention of appearing on camera, purely there to watch the show.
“You have to give it your all later!”
What comforted Zhang Lingye the most was that, being written into the book as well, his fans had a high acceptance of it, and there were even some shipping him and Yu Wei as a CP…
It wasn’t that his fans were particularly rational, but compared to Yu Wei, he was obviously the one who needed to “ride the coattails,” so it could lead to double joy for fans of both.
There was also a more direct reason: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If you ask who his fans hate more, it’s definitely Qi Yuan’s fans, who’ve been tearing into them for four years.
They chose to ally with Yu Wei against Qi Yuan.
“Oh dear, our Zhang Lingye was also written into the book, and we’re fine. Could it be that some people are just too petty?”
This statement had a significant effect, capable of landing critical hits. Even for the sake of “having a righteous cause,” they couldn’t pick on Yu Wei at this juncture.
Octopus and squid are family; they’re gunning for Yu Yuan.
While the two were talking, Qi Yuan arrived. He wore a silver shirt today that looked very camera-friendly, clearly having made careful preparations.
It seems he’s taking this live broadcast very seriously.
Today, Yu Wei had to face a full power Qi Yuan…
“I’ve told my fans, and they won’t cause trouble for your book anymore.” Qi Yuan sat down smoothly, as if talking about something extremely ordinary.
But those familiar with the fan circle knew how difficult it was for an idol to proactively admonish fans and achieve the desired effect.
They say traffic stars don’t admonish or discipline their fans, but actually, they’re just put up on a pedestal. If they really try to manage it, not only will it have no effect, but it will also collapse their fanbase.
Either don’t go down that path, or once you do, there’s no turning back.
“I think you’re afraid they’ll affect your reading.”
Zhang Lingye’s sudden teasing made the atmosphere a bit delicate. Only he knew how obsessed Qi Yuan was with this book, but Qi Yuan definitely didn’t want Yu Wei to know about it.
Can researching an opponent be known to the opponent?
Yu Wei didn’t take it seriously. Let them read it; anyway, it’s just an ordinary brainless novel. No matter how hard they analyze it, they won’t figure anything out.
If you can comprehend the path to superstardom from entertainment novels, then I’d say you’re impressive. Evil cultivator, huh.
During the live broadcast preparation stage, Zhang Lingye very tactfully moved a small stool to the corner and sat down, ready to watch the whole thing with the staff.
“There might be bullet comments later… just don’t mind them.”
Qi Yuan actually knew his fans were causing trouble everywhere, but he really had no good method for them. Maybe his younger sister was right; he had walked very fast, but down the wrong path.
“If I lose today—no, if I perform poorly in this exchange, I’ll settle down for a while.”
“No way…”
Yu Wei didn’t expect him to be so serious. For idols eating the youth rice, pausing activities was no different from fading from the circle.
Announcing retirement?
“It’s that serious, but it’s not your concern. I just realized I’m getting farther and farther from my role model.”
Yu Wei’s appearance just accelerated the process. Actually, Qi Yuan had understood long ago that this wasn’t what he wanted; he just hadn’t had the courage to take that step.
After the live broadcast officially started, the big screen in front turned into bullet comment display. Yu Wei took a close look, and the first one made him lose it.
“Aaaahhh Yuan Yuan baby, protect Yuan Yuan baby, I’m really gonna cry.”
Classic battle cry to start, leaving Yu Wei in awe.
How does Qi Yuan endure not laughing at these comments every day? Or has he seen so many he’s become desensitized?
A dozen bullet comments scrolled by in a row, all that instant fan circle copywriting. The general meaning boiled down to three: pity Qi Yuan, condemn the company, question Yu Wei.
Wait, where are my fans? Where are my book friends?
One could only say the netizens who rushed over upon hearing the news were there for the gossip. Lurking is fine; typing is too much effort. Let the streamer take the damage himself.
“Hello everyone, I’m Yu Wei. Sitting next to me is my former teammate Qi Yuan. You know, Qi Yuan is my brother. We’ve stood side by side and defeated many opponents before.”
“This guy is unbelievably strong, so I decided to use the novel as an opportunity to do a live stream with him chatting about music ideals life and such…”
This statement reduced the rapidly flooding bullet comments, since Qi Yuan’s fans could also see that these two really had a good relationship.
“Hello, I’m Qi Yuan. I knew Yu Wei wrote about my song. Since we’ve already exchanged once in the book, this live exchange today is perfectly reasonable.”
Easing fans’ emotions, legitimizing the live stream—of course, some fans were still dissatisfied, but after hearing the main person’s words, they undoubtedly quieted down a lot.
Gradually, Yu Wei also saw his own fans.
“Making me live stream improvising a song—have you read too many entertainment novels?”
Yu Wei had only seen improvising a melody segment; whipping up a whole song in seconds was still too godlike.
“When to cross-dress writing? Never thought about it.”
The vibes on both sides were completely different. While Qi Yuan’s fans were going on about baby this and Yuan Yuan that, Yu Wei’s fans were already interrogating him.
The readers were all so lively: some suggesting he kiss Qi Yuan for a direct ending, others sending their own novels for him to review—altogether very fun.
In contrast…
Qi Yuan’s fans were already advising him to break off with the whole world.
“Then I’ll cast a brick to attract jade first.”
Normally, Qi Yuan might patiently explain a few sentences to fans, but today, he just wanted to have a proper showdown with Yu Wei.
He got up and sat at the piano nearby. Before, he really didn’t understand ordinariness, so he couldn’t immerse when singing Same Dust, but now it’s different.
Compared to Yu Wei, he was still too ordinary.
The moment his fingertips landed on the piano, the image of Yu Wei banging away at writing in the program unexpectedly flashed in his mind…
Qi Yuan’s playing technique was solid, clearly honed with kung fu, just like Qi Luo An—he also had childhood skill training from a young age.
And he stuck with it, much stronger than that half-baked younger sister.
Same Dust was a song he sang two years ago, and Yu Wei could clearly feel that this performance was much stronger than the original.
Qi Yuan had a deeper understanding of the song. He immersed in his own performance, and the singing achieved a qualitative leap.
One note after another floated from his fingers, paired with his clear voice—very standout performance.
“Brothers, Qi Yuan’s move is too ruthless. I’m out.”
“Streamer, streamer, do you play piano? If not, just perform writing.”
“I’m leaving, love Wei afraid of losing face.”
“He probably does; songwriting and composing require it.”
How could he not? This piano was arranged by Yu Wei with the program team; both Nameless Person and Red Bean use it.
Who says hands that write can’t play piano!
…
“Yuan Yuan has made great progress.”
The woman in front of the screen was elegant and composed. She wasn’t one of those mom fans calling him Yuan Yuan every other word in the bullet comments—she was Qi Yuan’s mom.
The somewhat gloomy bearded man next to her was Qi Yunming, the director dad Qi Luo An mentioned. As for Qi Luo An, she was standing behind the two elders, leaning on the sofa cushion to watch the live broadcast with them.
But Qi Yunming seemed uninterested, constantly looking down at his mobile phone.
“He’s progressed a lot, but he still can’t win.”
Qi Luo An massaged her mom’s shoulders while dooming him to failure. She really wasn’t siding with outsiders; she understood Yu Wei. If that guy said it was a sure win, the new song definitely wasn’t simple.
“Him… the one who writes novels?”
This matter had high circulation in the industry; everyone knew there was such a person, but not necessarily matching the name.
Even if Yu Wei had talent, there should still be a gap in technique. She could hardly imagine her carefully nurtured son losing to such an unserious kid.
In her eyes, it was no different from will-o’-the-wisp overtaking a Porsche.
