Chapter 75: I’m Not An Entertainment Villain
Music Blind Box doesn’t have a competition, but the audience’s eyes are bright…
Even though Meng Han and the taxi driver’s performance hasn’t started yet, the best of this episode will definitely be Under the Flying Clouds.
Setting aside the original as a bonus item, Yu Wei and Qi Luo An’s stage was also perfect, with singing skill where needed, cooperation where needed, and even appearance.
“Mind-blowing, Brother Yu.”
Meng Han applauded while standing up, giving Yu Wei’s song an extremely exaggerated evaluation. In Under the Flying Clouds, his creation talent and singing standard were perfectly showcased.
Plus the two’s tacit understanding cooperation, this song’s initial stage was god-level, and it would be hard for any other duo singers to surpass.
There’s a kind of numerical beauty…
Yu Wei humbly waved his hand, but in his mind he was thinking of a more realistic problem: he and his son were the same age, so was calling him younger brother messing up the generations?
“This song was tailor-made, right.”
Even the habitually silent Jiang Li actively opened the conversation. Yu Wei’s song wasn’t a single remix; both the lyrics and arrangement were clearly created for chorus.
It was a song made for chorus from the start. Qi Luo An wasn’t just the lead singer; the song’s musical style perfectly matched her timbre, and even the vocal range was considered. Wasn’t that tailor-made?
Reminded by Jiang Li, the others also reacted. This song had both as singers, no doubt, but Yu Wei only used high notes and music techniques to enhance the work; he was clearly providing support.
To have a new generation music star provide support, and the female voice parts perfectly matched—this wasn’t tailor-made, what was it?
If Qi Luo An hadn’t completely failed to hit the notes at first, she almost believed it. At the start, she even suspected Yu Wei was deliberately sabotaging her, but now it was tailor-made?
Being told this by the guests, she was a bit confused. Could Yu Wei really have considered her and specially created this song?
Rationally, she absolutely didn’t believe it, but Yu Wei just said she was Bluebird…
How could it be tailor-made? Yu Wei was just an excellent music porter. He might have referenced Qi Luo An’s voice line when selecting the song, but that was it.
Finding the answer with a question—how could it not fit?
Jiang Li looked at Qi Luo An with eyes full of envy. He didn’t have the talent to write songs, fine, but after hustling in the entertainment industry for so long, how come he hadn’t met anyone willing to write songs for him?
Competing with these talent contestants.
He was somewhat glad he was just a guest performer, filming one episode and leaving. If he were “talent bullied” by Yu Wei every day, he’d go crazy.
Su Xinnan’s commentary was even more outrageous, not stingy with lavish praise, directly hyping Yu Wei to the skies, just short of going on stage to kneel on one knee and shout “you’re my god”…
“Sister Nan, no need.”
She dared to praise, but Yu Wei didn’t dare to accept. Praising so hard—after the program airs, he’d be written into Chinese Entertainment as the villain, with the protagonist shouting “kill Yu dog, steal the goddess” and charging over.
The final performance was Meng Han and the taxi guy’s agricultural heavy metal rock music. But as soon as they opened their mouths, Yu Wei couldn’t hold it—dialect.
Meng Han almost completely overhauled one of his old songs, not only adapting it into dialect but also adding many popular elements.
Yu Wei even heard engine roaring from it. Dialect rock music was so stimulating, the venue was hyped to the max. If not for Under the Flying Clouds, their group might have been the best today.
The program ended in explosive rock music, without any hype or so-called emotion cards, just leaving music stories carrying four songs.
Until hearing the director shout “wrap,” Yu Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief. He’d recorded three variety shows; this was absolutely the one with the strongest pressure.
Music variety shows have no weak opponents, especially with King of Singers strength like Meng Han. That dialect rock music was just a playful adaptation, yet the quality was still jaw-dropping.
These long-famous musicians, when serious, could play music to the extreme— not something that could be surpassed simply with one or two songs.
Flowing water doesn’t compete to be first; it competes to be endless. Plants don’t compete to be tallest; they compete to be ever-growing. The importance of accumulation cannot be ignored.
After recording the program, Yu Wei was about to leave when Su Xinnan stopped him to add WeChat. Qi Luo An watched from the side, inexplicably amused.
It felt not far from seeing Yu Wei in entertainment novels… fast-forward to Chinese Entertainment: Starting by Intercepting Yu Wei.
Maybe it already exists.
Qi Luo An simply opened the novel software to search. New books about Yu Wei weren’t out yet, but plagiarist Heart Wall ones were, and there were a few with scoring systems.
Web novels are a huge trend-following machine. To ride popularity, you have to be fast— the quick ones get the meat, the slow ones become reader substitutes.
Still the kind where book friends post “not as good as XXX” as substitutes. Those who imitate people live; those who resemble people die.
“Yo, there’s even one imitating you, a plagiarist novel doing originals.” Seeing Yu Wei come over, Qi Luo An casually showed her new discovery. “Just don’t know if they can go all the way and actually release the song.”
“Hard to say.”
The world is full of wonders. What if some unrecognized musician was inspired by him to start writing books for marketing?
But internet celebrities and studios hyping together wasn’t impossible. Studio writers write books, internet celebrity songs fiercely release songs, forming a self-produced self-sold benefit chain.
The next episode’s recording was in three days, giving Yu Wei some buffer time. He could also handle the game company cooperation.
The novel’s Singer-songwriter finals should also come up, with strong contenders letting the protagonist win the champion on hard strength.
As for Qi Luo An, after filming the program, her task was done; time to go back and face campus life…
“You say, can I still go back?”
One MV, one microfilm, plus this highly anticipated program—even without debuting, Qi Luo An would definitely have considerable popularity by then.
Without capital operation, these might be small splashes in the entertainment industry, but this splash was enough to stir waves in her peaceful campus life.
“If you can’t go back, then don’t. Eat when you should, drink when you should.”
“Indeed.”
Qi Luo An really didn’t mind this. She’d experienced both rising fame and being obscure, so no psychological pressure.
No need to romanticize the path she hadn’t taken; she knew what she’d gained…
“By the way, you’re really a competition-type contestant, with such strong stage control.”
This was probably what surprised Yu Wei the most. The other three civilian contestants, under stage pressure, could perform at 70-80% of usual and it’d be good. Qi Luo An directly exploded.
Her stage performance—Yu Wei didn’t believe she hadn’t seen big scenes.
“This little lady is untalented; I performed on the Spring Festival Gala in my zodiac year at twelve.”
Qi Luo An said it casually, very calm, even with some self-mockery, but to Yu Wei, it was a bit scary.
That was at twelve. The Spring Festival Gala had tons of stars, but how many teens nationwide got on? They were zodiac year guests, definitely not dancing extras.
This seniority was indeed solid.
“This little one failed to recognize Mount Tai. Great Elder An, forgive this petty person; support me in the future.”
“Support what? Just ancestral blessing.”
Qi Luo An felt a bit embarrassed mentioning it. No matter how gifted, a twelve-year-old’s standard was just that. Bluntly, wasn’t it still the power of connections?
Entertainment family gold content…
No, “ancestral” blessing wasn’t suitable for living people. Qi Luo An’s other direct relatives were still alive. Yu Wei frowned and quickly thought of the only suspect.
“Your grandfather is?”
“Chen Ping.”
No wonder it’s legendary. Yu Wei instantly felt everything made sense. He’d been wondering what ancestral blessing had such influence—turns out it was him.
Whose normal grandparents and grandkids don’t share a surname? He hadn’t thought that way. Who knew thick-browed big-eyed Old Qi was actually a son-in-law.
“Not a son-in-law. That era starved many to death. My dad was orphaned and adopted by grandpa and grandma, counts as half a son.”
Qi Luo An maintained Old Qi’s image outside. Son-in-law sounded so awkward; people might think her dad was a freeloader.
“Okay, okay, okay.”
Yu Wei looked at Qi Luo An for a long time without speaking.
He’d wondered where the missing “An” was for the old senior—turns out it landed here.
