Reverse Popularity

"Four or five years ago, I sold this song to someone else, and he sang it for a while in a tavern in Nancheng." Yu Ziyao stopped plucking the strings.

"So you wrote this song?" Qi Zhuo carefully searched the memories of four or five years ago in his mind. After such a long time, the reason why he still has an impression of this song is because...

"We were trying to sign that singer, but it turned out that his other tracks were mediocre."

"Play another song." Qi Zhuo demanded with a frown.

But seeing Yu Ziyao's expression suddenly changed after hearing his words, his fingers grasping the guitar bar suddenly tightened, and his veins jumped: "What does this mean? Qi Zhuo, you don't believe me?"

Before the man could answer, Yu Ziyao seemed to be touched by some sensitive nerve suddenly, and became agitated: "I don't want to play, anyone who likes to play will play! Anyway, I was not the one who said I would debut at the beginning, I am now, I……"

"Yu Ziyao!" Qi Zhuo took advantage of the gap between his words to growl, "Calm down."

The good atmosphere during listening to the song just now disappeared, and the feeling of locusts crossing the border came again. Every word of Qi Zhuo seemed to affect his fragile nerves. The following words were swallowed back abruptly.

He sat on the sofa and threw the guitar aside, hugged his head with his hands, gasped heavily, and said in a hoarse voice, "...I'm sorry."

Qi Zhuo watched his reaction across from him, and suddenly reached out to touch the top of his hair, the temperature from the man's palm passed through the hair to Yu Ziyao's scalp, and it was hot and numb: "Okay, I know You didn't mean to."

Regarding Yu Ziyao's situation, Qi Zhuo has already consulted with a psychologist in advance. His current idea is to let Yu Ziyao receive psychological intervention as soon as possible, otherwise this mental state like a dynamite barrel is really disturbing.

"Farewell, if it sounds nice, I'll tell Zhen Ping for you." The expression on Qi Zhuo's face has returned to normal, as if Yu Ziyao's momentary loss of control was just his own illusion.

Yu Ziyao swallowed, and fished the guitar into his arms again.The cold touch of the strings calmed his brain down, and he pressed the first chord.

The moonlight was like washing, and the living room of the apartment was brightly lit. The warm orange light mixed with the ivory white moonlight outside the window seemed to be perfectly natural.The boy's singing voice is very different from his own personality. It is a very clear and clean voice, which is easily reminiscent of spring water in the mountains and forests. A small stream flows through the cobbled river. It is indeed the sound of nature.

Qi Zhuo tapped on the armrest with his fingers following the rhythm. He has no appreciation for music, but his intuition about investment and the market has never been wrong—he can be popular, and he should be popular.

Sure enough, the next day Zhen Ping came to the door with the following plan, and this time she finally looked at Yu Ziyao differently.

"Singer-songwriter, do you think you can do it?" She tapped on the first line of the plan.

Yu Ziyao nodded.

He thought, when he saw Zhen Ping before, he always subconsciously felt disgusted, but he didn't understand why at the time, but now Yu Ziyao finally figured it out.Because at that time, the gold medal manager always had a bit of disdain in his eyes, as if Yu Ziyao was just another trouble for her by her boss. Now that she doesn't know what Qi Zhuo said to her, this lady is finally willing to use it. Looking at him directly, it seems to be re-examining him.

"I don't know what you said to Boss Qi..." Zhen Ping was quick to annotate the document. She pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, "But his eyes never missed it. He said you are a seedling."

Yu Ziyao was very surprised: "Really."

"Then what do you think I am looking for you today? Little white-eyed wolf."

Yu Ziyao seemed to be smiling slightly because of Zhen Ping's words, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved upwards, looking like a hungry little animal.

This was the first time Qi Zhuo praised him, although it was not in front of his face, it was enough to make him happy.I don't know when it started, but the frequency of the name Qi Zhuo appearing in his life has gradually increased, and he will think of this man, no longer just to make trouble and make him angry.

If...he meant, if everything went smoothly, maybe he would really be a singer seriously, do what he likes, and live a good life.

He saw a little bit of hope, very faint, but it was as if someone picked a lamp for him in front of him, and when he stretched out his hand, it seemed to bring some warmth.

Qi Zhuo, do you like him even a little bit?

Midsummer has already arrived quietly like this, the college entrance examination event is over, the city seems to be busy again, the streets downstairs are full of traffic, and the honking of cars from time to time adds to the hot atmosphere outside.

Contrary to the outside, the air-conditioning in the program group building was fully turned on, and the central air-conditioning inevitably made a low hum, and the small silk cloth strips hanging on the air-conditioning cover twisted their bodies with the cold wind. The recording of the "Star-Making Notes" final was just this afternoon. When I came to the dance studio temporarily rented by the program group for the last time, everyone was a little silent.

It is not too much to say that it is a final decision, at least the effect shown in the program is like this.

However, there were a total of eight trainees from the two teams present, and almost everyone had a balance in their hearts.Whether it's the agency companies behind them or their own performance on the show, whether they will leave or stay, the contestants already know in their hearts.

This is generally the case in talent shows that are currently available on the market—the capital accounts for the majority, and the strength is only a small part.Yu Ziyao felt disdainful from the beginning, but now he has become numb. It has to be said that if Qi Zhuo hadn't taken the lead in leaning on him with HW's resources, he might not be able to reach the height he is today.

Jia Yuzhou said with a smile that he had good luck: "Not everyone has good luck. There are many people who are better than us, but now we are the only ones who have come here."

"It seems that you are also very lucky." Yu Ziyao responded politely.

"No, it's not the same." Jia Yuzhou still had a smile on his face, and his words were gentle and gentle, as if this person would never lose his temper, "You are luckier than many people, Ziyao."

Yu Ziyao didn't know what to say, so he just nodded in response.

By default, starting from the audition, tens of thousands of people have reached the top eight in the sea, which can be easily selected by 985 in the college entrance examination.From this point of view, Yu Ziyao still has a little vanity in his heart.

However, he also knows that without Qi Zhuo, he would never be where he is today, and he might still be nesting in some black Internet cafe smoking the cheap second-hand smoke next door.

So, don't deliberately mess up tonight's recording.

Yu Ziyao made up his mind secretly.

The moment the director announced the start of the recording, the fans in the audience excitedly held up banners and light signs in their hands and began to call their idols by their names.Although a non-disclosure agreement was signed before, the content of the program must not be revealed until the day the program is broadcast, but it still cannot affect the enthusiasm of the fans.

Yu Ziyao could hear them calling his own name in the background, which is very strange. It is obvious that the pronunciation of eight different names mixed together is a mess, but Yu Ziyao can extract the unique one from it. .

He knew that he was leaving the stage today, and Zhen Ping had already told him that he would be eliminated in sixth place, which was not too different from his popularity, and fans should accept it.

But when it came time to perform, Yu Ziyao still couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He couldn't stop walking around in place, but suddenly found that Jia Yuzhou was too silent today.

Before he had time to see the expression on the boy's face, the sound suddenly sounded outside the stage.The elevator under their feet started to run, the drums fell, and the laser lights shone directly towards the middle of the stage from all directions. Gong Ai took the lead in singing the first note, jumped out of their appearance postures, and rushed to the middle of the stage.

Yu Ziyao didn't have time to think about it, so he sang the second melody.