Chapter 92: He Really Pulled It Off
“Family, I’ve caught a wild Yu Wei, what should I do?”
Xing Chao took a photo of Yu Wei, who was warming up his muscles, and posted it to the book friend circle, planning to do a text live broadcast of his physical training process.
The reason for this idea was mainly that the first episode of the just-broadcast Music Blind Box seriously failed to meet readers’ expectations.
Wasn’t it supposed to be a harsh interrogation of the author? How did it turn into ambiguous stuff? Traitor!
Although Xing Chao was a new fan, he really took the family’s words to heart…
It was rare to partner with Yu Wei, so he had to consider if this was his once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rebuild the readers’ glory; it was his duty.
“Remember to relay this to me later too.”
Yu Wei agreed to his text broadcast; after all, the program would air sooner or later, so letting everyone chat about it in advance was no big deal.
Maybe seeing how miserably he trained would move them to pity and give him a couple more monthly tickets…
Of course, the most crucial point was that the novel book friend circle also had interaction volume; what if he needed the data to redeem a work someday? Posting more wasn’t harmful.
The program team staff saw everything and didn’t expect Yu Wei’s fans to be so good at creating content; was this what they called fans following the main star?
“Yu Wei has started warming up: first ten minutes of dynamic stretching with high knees and high steps, then fifteen minutes static.”
“The warm-up is this intense? I struggle to climb three flights of stairs.”
“Heart aches for Yu Wei for one second; no more.”
“Don’t let my electronic pet die on me.”
Actually, Yu Wei’s physical fitness was decent; his abdominal muscles hadn’t completely faded yet, so he wouldn’t flip during a warm-up.
He just didn’t dare think about how sore his legs would be tomorrow…
After the warm-up, formal training was running: aerobic foundation run. Yu Wei wasn’t professional, and the program team didn’t set a pace requirement; as long as he persisted, it was fine.
For someone whose daily WeChat steps didn’t exceed 300, a ten-kilometer aerobic jog was way over the limit.
Yu Wei wasn’t running fast, but after two kilometers, his legs felt floaty, breathing was labored, like clogged with damp hot cotton.
“Heart rate 150bpm.”
While running alongside, Xing Chao didn’t forget to update Yu Wei’s status in real time; actually, persisting this far was already very good and worth praising.
“You’re actually playing with your phone?”
“Your pace is simple for me.”
That hit hard, bro…
Later, Yu Wei compromised, gradually turning from jogging to strolling; it was just recording the program, no need to go all out.
Xing Chao didn’t make it hard for him and just silently did the text broadcast in the book friend circle.
“Funny? I only see a desperate otaku.”
“Already very good, still persisting; if it were other stars, they’d pose for the camera and leave early.”
“Though, it really looks like an old man taking a stroll.”
While walking, Yu Wei’s phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated; someone was calling him.
Actually, answering calls while jogging isn’t good since talking affects breathing rhythm, but since he was strolling, he didn’t need to worry and casually answered with his sports headphones.
“Heard you’re suffering?”
Qi Luo An’s voice carried a bit of schadenfreude, but the concern in her tone couldn’t be hidden; otherwise, she wouldn’t call at this time.
After seeing the text live broadcast in the book friend circle, she decided to check on Comrade Yu Wei’s arduous work.
“Still four kilometers left; if nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
Yu Wei still planned to stroll the rest of the way; since he came to earn the variety show’s money, he could persist this much.
“Something; if you train like this, will you have energy to write at noon…” Qi Luo An slowed her speech, hesitating a bit as she probed: “How about you recount it over the phone, and I’ll write for you?”
Previously during program recording, Yu Wei sat in the library typing all afternoon to grind out two chapters; this episode was tiring and time-consuming, so stable updates would obviously be difficult.
Being a star doesn’t mean daily updates every day; Qi Luo An thought, she couldn’t help with big things, but typing work she could handle.
“Don’t worry, I’m definitely better than voice-to-text.”
No good deed without ulterior motives; Yu Wei was about to question, but then thought she was clearly helping in a pinch, pure goodwill.
Having someone help type would be nice…
But he dismissed the thought as soon as it arose.
Novel plot needs thinking; he usually thinks while typing and revises backward; dictating makes the brain lag, stuttering and slurring reduce efficiency.
Helping write novels won’t work, but scripts can; after protagonist popularity value surged, he redeemed the Charlotte Troubles script, perfect for direct recounting and recording.
Just right, he never had time to write it; someone helping was perfect. Praise my An!
“Novel I’ll do myself; let’s write something else.”
“Serious?”
Qi Luo An opened the document, ready anytime, entering typing mode.
Yu Wei ignored her joke; they’d know if it was serious or not once they heard.
Under the program team photographer and Xing Chao’s witness, Yu Wei took a call and then started telling a story on his own…
His pace was moderate, like recounting to someone; when he heard “Xia Luo” from Yu Wei’s mouth, Xing Chao frowned and quickly recalled the movie in that novel.
Turns out it wasn’t a foreign movie? He thought the protagonist was named Charlotte.
Xing Chao quickly updated the post:
“Yu Wei is creating a script.”
“?”
“??”
Readers lurking in the comment section for the live broadcast were a bit confused.
Wait, wasn’t he strolling a second ago? How did he suddenly start creating? Did they miss some key info…
Xing Chao listened a bit more, then detailed the on-site situation: Yu Wei took a call and started reciting the script, no warning.
“Damn, such showing off!”
“Probably someone helping him write the script; probe more and report!”
“Go listen to what the script is; I’m quite curious about Yu Wei’s comedy film.”
Xing Chao was curious too; he’d loved comedy films since childhood, and hearing Yu Wei’s Charlotte Troubles made him expectant; otherwise, he wouldn’t react to keywords so fast.
The program photographer hadn’t read much of Yu Wei’s books, but after listening patiently, he quickly recognized it as a script genre, since Yu Wei’s recounting even included scenes and character actions.
So outrageous? Got tired from running, just rest properly; what operation is reciting a script while walking?
He really pulled it off!
Whether program team or Xing Chao, they all had one thought: figure out what Yu Wei’s script was about.
But after listening a bit, they realized the plan wouldn’t work; Yu Wei recounted too slowly, basically word by word.
In this state, forget plot; even core settings were incomprehensible…
At Yu Wei’s pace, even if the camera filmed the whole thing, the final length would be excessively long, impossible to fit in the program.
Couldn’t hear a thing; after Xing Chao helplessly recapped the site, the live post completely fell.
Yu Wei’s was an obvious open scheme: to know the plot, either note it word for word with him or wait for the movie release; no other method.
Program material definitely wouldn’t leak.
This showing off, everyone saw it but couldn’t do anything; script right there, yet only anxious, pure torment.
Really want to pick up this dog author and shake him till everything falls out…
