Chapter 6: Learned My Lesson From Never Being A Star
Only two days left until the Farewell Performance.
“Why Do Stars Care So Much About Ratings?”, Chapter 10, My Love Will Climb the Windowsill and Bloom, follow-up reads 32.
Yu Wei still needs at least seventy readers to get the song…
Netizens might not have a sense of what that number means, but offline, being surrounded by over seventy people would already be layers inside and out.
Don’t think he’s still alive; he’s actually been dead for a while.
Where can he find so many people…
Don’t think that in Entertainment Novels, the protagonist’s opening live broadcast casually gets hundreds of thousands of viewers; in reality, people aren’t that easy to find.
Netizens aren’t randomly refreshing NPCs; where do they get the time to revolve around you.
These days, handing out seventy flyers on the street takes half a day, let alone finding people to read a novel… Even if he could find people, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.
A failure should have the self-awareness of a failure; it’s fine for him to secretly write history, but forcing others to read it would be his fault.
If there’s really no method, he’d have to brush data, but that carries significant risk; getting banned would be more loss than gain, it’s the worst of the worst, no need unless absolutely necessary.
Yu Wei decided to wait and see first; there were still two days until the performance, what if new readers came tomorrow and the data was enough…
“Such a strong sense of déjà vu.”
It seemed that when he was failing before, he thought the same way, always hoping Tomorrow Will Be Better, then the next day, heh.
If only he had fans; fans coming to support, 100 follow-up reads wouldn’t take minutes.
Wait, it seems he really does have…
Yu Wei was at least a boy group member; even if slacking off, he still had some fans.
He opened Weibo after a long time and found his account “RUIKO1-Yu Wei” had 100,000 fans, and the Super Topic had 4,000 people.
100,000 fans in the Entertainment Industry is like a nobody, especially for a boy group with seriously inflated data…
Among his 100,000 fans, real people were at most 40,000 to 50,000, and a large portion were probably group fans who followed the whole team by default.
His own fans were probably just those in the Super Topic; over the years, these 4,000 had left or scattered, so finding a few dozen now would be good.
Fortunately, Yu Wei didn’t need many; a few dozen would suffice.
His fans were called “Little Squids”; 4,000 squids couldn’t stir up waves, and when he debuted replacing the one whose house collapsed, his Super Topic was directly mass-attacked by the others’ fans…
In their eyes, their own brother was set up by capital, while Yu Wei was the crown prince who got on top by capital.
Which crown prince has 100,000 fans?
That group definitely knew he was just a substitute, but they couldn’t do anything about the company and weren’t willing to admit their own brother had house collapsed, so they took it out on him, the soft persimmon.
His fans were no match at all, directly beaten to rout and dare not make a sound.
One debut battle directly scattered his fans; otherwise, he could have had more…
Yu Wei was silent for a long time, and eventually exited Weibo.
He was really muddled in his urgency; fan circle fans and Entertainment readers are completely unrelated groups; real star-chasers don’t read entertainment, and those who read entertainment don’t chase stars.
Extreme female fans reading male-frequency Entertainment Novels wouldn’t explode? Their own brother is a small fry villain in the novel, can’t tolerate it, reported…
Better not let those demons and ghosts come harm the novel environment.
Even if short on readers, he couldn’t recruit just anyone; inviting wolves into the house is a no-go.
“Sigh, what to do now.”
Over half an hour passed, follow-up reads only up by one; at this rate, even quitting the circle couldn’t hope to exceed 100 follow-up reads.
“What do you mean what to do…”
Suddenly appearing Qi Yuan interrupted Yu Wei’s thinking; he walked into the dance studio and casually handed over a bottle of energy beverage.
“Drink more; after this, you won’t get the company’s free beverages anymore.”
“Hard to say…”
Yu Wei unscrewed the cap and chugged a big gulp; he still had a chance to stay for now, but as time passed, that probability was steadily dropping.
“Tsk tsk.”
Qi Yuan felt Yu Wei was a bit different.
The old him was laid-back and easygoing; now Yu Wei still didn’t do proper work, but his every move had a certain vigor.
A ruthless vigor that was clear on its goal and refused to admit defeat.
Failing too many times makes one like this…
“Whatever, keep playing; I need to go practice singing.”
“What are you singing?”
Yu Wei didn’t know music and just asked casually, but this offhand remark directly got him a terrifying message.
“Wait till the program list comes out tonight and see for yourself!”
Qi Yuan dropped the line and left, leaving Yu Wei stunned in place…
Program list, there’s a program list!
Right, disbandment night, Farewell Performance; how could a performance not have a program list?
Moreover, it was a performance with online live broadcast; the program list would definitely be released early to attract audience.
Once this program list was out, what song he had to sing would be completely fixed; even if he got the song by then, he couldn’t change it…
In the end, he suffered from never having been a star.
In Entertainment Novels, the protagonist doesn’t speak up, no one knows what he’ll sing, and the audience’s minds are blank, just waiting for him to sing.
Whether variety show, competition, gala, or concert, no one knows the song title before the protagonist takes the stage.
Thinking about it, it’s impossible.
Which proper performance doesn’t have a program list now? Which competition doesn’t announce the song choices?
The Entertainment Industry is so bad; it’s not like what’s written in the books!
Yu Wei was really too naive, completely overlooking this; in the end, he was just a layman.
Entertainment Novels have misled me!
The program list would be announced tonight, meaning if he wanted to change the song, now was his last chance.
“Holy crap.”
He was still thinking of observing a bit more; maybe data would improve tomorrow or the day after, but the data had to settle today, so what was there to observe.
Follow-up reads 33, not a single increase.
Yu Wei only felt his scalp go numb; the cold sweat seeping from his back was blown by the AC, making him shiver in the summer heat.
Good thing he asked one more question; otherwise, waiting obediently till tomorrow or the day after to ask, the opportunity would be gone…
100 follow-up reads, even two or three more days wouldn’t get it; today was even more impossible.
But Yu Wei wasn’t completely without methods.
Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.
“Looks like I have to use… that one move!”
He might not understand stars, but he understood authors.
Failures have their ways to survive.
Yu Wei opened his own novel; normally he wouldn’t use this move, but now it was a special situation, needs must.
Watch closely; this move isn’t cool, even a bit embarrassing.
He clicked share, then forwarded the work link to the author group: “Brothers, help me with some follow-up reads.”
Then attached 100 small red envelopes.
Brushing data has risks; asking colleagues to click should be fine, right.
No readers, but he still had colleagues?
They say colleagues are natural enemies; Yu Wei didn’t deny it; whether they share wealth he didn’t know, but at least they could share hardships…
In the web novel circle, big shots might disdain each other, but failures and failures basically admire each other.
Everyone is very friendly to newcomers, especially a “newcomer” like him throwing money to brush data.
Brushing data is all harm and no benefit for newcomers; data looks high but strength doesn’t lie, still fails, and might not even recover the brushing cost in the end.
Straight up, such silly sweet newcomers don’t threaten anyone’s livelihood; no competition, so everyone helps out casually.
No competitive relationship between failures, naturally they admire each other.
If it were someone with decent results posting a link, it might get reported…
Yu Wei’s book was only 20,000 words, nowhere near peaking; brushing data now was useless, even counterproductive.
Asking colleagues to click was okay; real brushing data was suicide.
Yu Wei was forced into this; otherwise, he wouldn’t waste this money.
Group members were bragging; seeing Yu Wei’s new book, they took him as an clueless newbie and clicked casually.
A couple of kind-hearted authors advised him; Yu Wei didn’t reply, but silently noted their goodwill.
Soon the 100 red envelopes were claimed, but follow-up reads only up by about thirty.
“Just claiming red envelopes without helping, huh!”
He was afraid some would grab and run, so he sent extra; didn’t expect so many sly old foxes in the group, real dogs.
He really had no choice; who made him short on this data…
Keep sending!
