Chapter 93: Field Research Is Truly Useful
“I heard you had enlightenment at the stadium?”
Tong Yulu, who encountered Yu Wei at the meal pickup area, was like a fledgling bird afraid of the cold, with the zipper of her white sports suit pulled straight up to her chin, completely covering her gymnastics leotard.
“The news spread this fast?”
Yu Wei scooped three spoonfuls of rice onto his plate, somewhat amazed at her surfing speed; coming up with the term “stadium enlightenment” meant there must be experts at her home.
Those who didn’t know might think he ran laps until he forgot everything, achieving emptiness through subtraction and attaining the fruit of the entertainment path…
“How could it not spread fast? Something this outrageous spreads easily.” Tong Yulu picked up a cluster of blanched broccoli, dipped it in light salt soy sauce, “Running while doing creation—you’re good at showing off.”
It’s normal to empty the mind during exercise for some conceptualization and fantasy; inspiration comes when it comes, but muttering while walking is too chūnibyō.
In real life, if someone suddenly starts muttering weird things while walking, no doubt: either they’ve got something real, or they’re purely a showing-off offender…
Netizens leaned toward Yu Wei being the former; after all, he wasn’t talking to himself—the other end of the phone was clearly taking notes, and all signs pointed to this being a genuine creative process, not deliberate showboating.
The simplest way to tell: showing off and posing is just for show, but Yu Wei seriously dictated for over an hour, with clear thinking and substantial content.
Invisible showing off is the deadliest…
“It’s this hot in the book friend circle?”
Xing Chao’s text live broadcast post was from that morning, yet by noon everyone knew about his strolling and scriptwriting; this spread speed was exaggerated.
Even if Yu Wei’s novel was very popular, the book friend circle audience was limited—how could it have such huge influence? The world doesn’t revolve around him alone.
A few hours and the post goes viral—many popular platforms don’t have this exposure, right? The World Wide Web is just for fun; true authority is Yu Wei Net…
“I saw it on a marketing account.”
Tong Yulu ate the melon from scrolling videos; today’s marketing accounts pounce on any stir and make a video.
Yu Wei’s novel had been so hot lately that the book friend circle was already targeted, under the guise of reposting, but really just blatantly stealing popularity.
These videos didn’t even need technical skill—just open the post and screen record; ended up with pretty high playback volume, crushing a bunch of serious video-making colleagues.
“No wonder.”
Yu Wei knew his book friend circle wouldn’t be that hot on its own—it was secondary spread…
Book friends hotly debate XXXX, blissfully water another video episode.
“So how’s that script of yours? Got any suitable roles to arrange for me?”
Tong Yulu finally revealed her true intention; running while creating was impressive but unrelated to her—this mysterious script was the key.
She trusted Yu Wei’s screenwriter talent quite a bit; snagging a small role was no loss, becoming the lead actor for a representative work was pure profit.
“Still early.”
Charlotte Troubles was over an hour movie, script over 60,000 words—obviously not something done in a short time.
Even with Yu Wei and Qi Luo An cooperating with great tacit understanding, this morning they just got a simple start on the script, finishing the scene of Qiu Ya’s wedding.
60,000 words workload was still pretty big; at his novel update frequency, it’d take half a month—tough on typing girl Qi Luo An.
We’ll see what Qi Yunming says then; this script was typed word by word by his daughter—could he bear to refuse cooperation?
“No problem, consider it early investment.”
Among those trying to please Yu Wei, Tong Yulu’s emotional intelligence wasn’t the highest, but she had one thing others didn’t: thick skin, straight to the point without detours.
Others, seeing him eat something tasty, would first ask if it’s good to hint wanting a taste; Tong Yulu comes right up demanding what’s that, break me some…
“If it’s free of charge, it’s not impossible.”
Yu Wei understood thrift; with Qi Yunming’s slacking off personality, this movie would probably have him direct—better to save on actor’s salary and invest in production.
He wasn’t sure about Tong Yulu’s acting skills, but free of charge—what more bicycle do you want?
“Free of charge what…”
Hearing this, Tong Yulu subconsciously gripped her collar zipper, fingertips rubbing the pull tab back and forth, as if in some psychological struggle.
After a light swallow, she suddenly pulled the zipper down half an inch, but the next second yanked it back in panic.
“I mean no actor’s salary.”
Yu Wei pretended not to see her tugging the zipper down—just wanting to show off the gymnastics training suit, huh?
“Oh oh oh, acceptable!”
Tong Yulu responded with relief, but couldn’t continue the latter half, so she shifted her gaze and ladled half a bowl of beef soup for herself.
The sports center’s food was pretty good, balancing taste and nutrition; at least Yu Wei ate comfortably—probably tired from morning practice.
For him, the real torment was just beginning: strength training in the afternoon.
In the gym, Xing Chao once again opened a text live broadcast post in the book friend circle, casually adding at the end: for entertainment only, no reposting.
“Plank 3 sets × 60 seconds.”
“Here we go, when’s the script creation segment?”
“Plank? Can you put the mobile phone on Yu Wei’s back to give me some sense of participation?”
“Buddy, you’re getting a bit perverted.”
Perhaps listening to other readers’ slander, afternoon Xing Chao was clearly stricter, always emphasizing beside him “trash volume is worse than precise strength,” leaving Yu Wei stunned.
Treating him like a real athlete…
“Do you usually sing? What style are you good at?”
The photographer very astutely leaned in a bit; per Yu Wei’s usual pattern, when he started asking about a contestant’s singing skill foundation, it was probably creation time.
In the first two episodes, he led all other guests with this godlike targeted creation.
No matter how fitting the chosen song, could it match a custom-made one?
As a fan, Xing Chao knew Yu Wei’s routine well—that meant he had a chance to sing his idol’s new song? Thinking about it got him a bit excited.
“I can sing anything, I’m the king of singers on the sports team.”
No wonder he dared to join the music variety show—looks like he had real chops.
“How about high notes, can you handle them?”
Yu Wei, panting roughly while doing weighted step-ups, was being treated like an athlete by readers—so he’d treat readers like singers…
“No problem.” Xing Chao proudly patted his chest; his explosive power as a runner couldn’t be bad—guaranteed.
Yu Wei gave him a meaningful look; had to make him sprint hysterically forward—Dream Chaser’s Heart, let’s go!
After afternoon strength training, Yu Wei’s arms could barely lift, but even so, he resolutely picked up his mobile phone to start writing.
The photographers watching nearby were full of respect; even with shaky arms, he kept updating? Too much love for writing books.
The main camera grabbed a close-up; this scene had to be in the main footage, to show those saying Yu Wei’s writing is just a persona!
Actually, Yu Wei’s workload today wasn’t big; he had drafts, just needed to fill in the blank song titles and plot.
At the end of the protagonist’s live broadcast, he did an impromptu creation titled “dream” called Dream Chaser’s Heart, then the plot wrapped up amid netizens’ gasps.
Ask and it’s awesome, ask and it’s deafening with lingering echoes!
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“Looks like time to bring on the scheming ex-girlfriend.”
Tong Yulu got what she wished for, but hugging the thigh begging protagonist forgiveness was too much—better pad it out; husband chasing crematorium right on debut is abrupt.
Yu Wei suddenly recalled material collected on the program: Tong Yulu and Chi Leying arguing was still fresh, overt and covert fighting with smiles hiding knives—perfect to use now.
Collecting material on-site really useful!
[At the film and television gala’s red carpet backstage, Tong Yulu’s fingertips brushed over her solo C-position name on the new drama poster, corner of the mouth slightly lifting in smugness.
But soon, her smile froze on her face.
The woman diagonally opposite was surrounded by three stylists adjusting her skirt hem, the peach-pink strapless dress’s scattered diamonds dazzling the eyes.
That was supposed to be her endorsement competitor product high luxury, but last week the brand party terminated cooperation with her citing “temperament mismatch.”
Turns out someone snatched it!
“Chi-jie looks great today, as expected of the red carpet stabilizing divine needle.” Tong Yulu’s voice was sickly sweet, pretending casual as she brushed the waist tie on the other, the lace butterfly bow suddenly half-loosening.
“Oops, how come this gown’s buckle is looser than the shadow award Chi-jie lost last month?”]
Who the Chi-surname female artist is ain’t hard to guess…
Tong Yulu volunteered as NPC, but Chi Leying didn’t say, so he couldn’t write too explicitly—keep it vague.
In reality, female stars disliking each other is usually playing not close; real contradictions at most sour face, but in novels that’s too bland.
No hair-pulling ain’t what catfight?
Yu Wei continued with some argument plot between them, finally having the protagonist enter the red carpet scene, kicking off the film and television gala instance.
“Writing like this… won’t turn into those two 1V1 offline real-person brawl, right.”
