The Quiet Rise of Entertainment Superstars

The writers in the short story section were in a state of chaos. Why did Lou Laomo come to our short story section for no reason? The worst thing was that he also published a short fable.

You said you haven't finished writing your fantasy novel yet, why are you coming here to join us?

People in other sections are also in a panic. What should they do if Mr. Lou comes to visit their section?

The problem is that this guy didn’t come empty-handed, and the gift he left behind is very annoying.

Let’s not talk about these writers for now. Even the fans of Lou Lao Mo’s books are very puzzled. Lou Lao Mo’s actions in the past two days have been very strange.

From the 100,000 words I updated last night to the fable I posted today, there is something unusual everywhere.

On the forum, a fan wrote: "Updating 100,000 words is a sign of anger, and the allegory is the reason for the anger. In conclusion, Lou Lao Mo was bullied."

So, fans of the book went to read the fable "The Mynah Bird Who Follows the Crowd" to try to find out why Mr. Lou went crazy.

In the story of "The Mynah Bird Who Follows the Crowd", the magpies cried out loudly because they were worried that the wind would blow their nests away, and the mynah birds followed suit and cried out without any basis, even though they had no interest in anything to do with the tiger.

The story is short, but it satirizes those who have no opinions of their own, who just go with the flow and blindly follow others, and reveals the ignorance of those who follow the crowd and their lack of ability to think independently.

After reading Lou Lao Mo's fable, book fans expressed their opinions.

"Lou Lao Mo is also a good writer of short stories. His satirical techniques not only make people laugh, but also trigger deep thoughts after laughing. It reminds us that we should maintain a questioning spirit in life, have our own opinions, and not blindly follow others."

"There must be people around Lou Lao Mo who have no opinions of their own and just follow the crowd, and then they hurt Lou Lao Mo."

"Ahhh, I feel sorry for Old Devil Lou. He's already old, and he still has to deal with such terrible people and things. No wonder he went crazy."

"We can criticize Lou Lao Mo, but we absolutely cannot allow others to bully him."

"There is a clear and bright future around Old Demon Lou..."

Alas, the trending search of "Lou Lao Mo's crazy update with 100,000 posts" last night hasn't come down yet, and it's on the trending search again.

If Xiaoyue saw this, she would definitely say, "I'm just a crazy writer, why are you paying attention to me?"

On Monday, Xiaoyue had just gotten into the company elevator when she was pushed out by two big men who looked like bodyguards. She almost fell to the ground.

Several Tianyu staff members were also pushed out.

"Stay away from my Xuanxuan. My Xuanxuan is sitting in this elevator now." A woman who looked like an agent said impatiently in the elevator.

Before the elevator closed, Xiaoyue saw clearly the person called "Xuanxuan".

Fuck, isn’t this the sissy guy in the bedding advertisement I saw the day before yesterday?

Such a big star, could he be an artist from our Tianyu?

At this time, those who were also pushed out also complained.

"Why are Qixing's artists showing off at Tianyu?"

"That's right. He's not very famous, but he's very arrogant. It's disgusting to look at him."

"Even the president doesn't act so arrogantly when he takes the elevator. Last time, the president saw me and saved a seat for me..."

Finally, they got to the elevator and the group of people got back in.

Xiaoyue silently pressed the button for the sixth floor.

"Ding..." They arrived at the sixth floor and Xiaoyue went downstairs.

At this moment, a little girl in the elevator screamed.

"Oh my god, that was Yue Shen just now! He was wearing a mask, so I didn't recognize him at first."

"Ah? I didn't see his face clearly, but it seems that Yue Shen was among the people who were kicked out of the elevator just now..."

"This is going to be fun. That Qixing guy is going to be in trouble. Hehe, everyone knows that Yue Shen is the president's relative."

"Ah? The president's relative?"

"Really? I heard Yue Shen call Minister Liu aunt with my own ears. Isn't that a relative of the president?"

In short, the rumors about Xiaoyue's relationship with Tianyu became more and more outrageous. Finally, some people said that she was the president's illegitimate daughter and the princess of Tianyu.

Xiaoyue naturally didn't know about these rumors, as she happened to meet Chen Xiaofan at this moment.

"Goddess Yue, Sister Liu asked me to give it to you."

A mobile hard drive was handed over.

"Thank you."

"Sister Liu said that you should choose first, and then she will notify you for the interview. She will cooperate with you."

"it is good."

"Also, I recently wrote a new song. When you're done, can you help me take a look at it?"

"Just send it to my company email."

Xiaoyue spent the whole morning watching video materials and made a table, recording in detail the characteristics and shortcomings of each artist or trainee she had watched.

In theory, other people can also do this kind of work, but Xiaoyue feels that other people's judgments are different from hers, which will affect her own judgment.

At present, the combinations Xiaoyue wants to form are female trio, female duo, female trio chorus, male trio, and double group.

After lunch, Zhang Heng came.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

"Well, why did you also sign up for a group?" Xiao Yue met several acquaintances while looking at information in the morning, including her only apprentice Zhang Heng.

"Hey, participation is what matters."

"Okay, you'll be able to debut as a solo artist in a few days, so don't get involved."

"Hey, listen to the teacher."

At this time, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

Chen Xiaofan walked in with Xue Ying'er, followed by two people, who seemed to be their agent and assistant.

After some greetings, everyone took their seats and Zhang Heng stood obediently behind Xiaoyue.

"Ms. Xue has officially signed the contract this morning and is now an artist of Tianyu. Please take care of her in the future, Goddess Yue." The speaker was Sister Hua, the agent assigned to Xue Ying'er by the Artist Department. She is a veteran agent of Tianyu and has managed many first-line artists.

"We are all from Tianyu, so there's no need to be so polite." Xiaoyue was still very polite. After all, they were all serving Tianyu.

"Goddess Yue, can I have your autograph?" Xue Ying'er looked at Xiaoyue with little stars in her eyes.

"Okay, but where should I sign?" Xiaoyue regretted a little as she had bought a few extra cards yesterday.

"Goddess Yue, wait a moment, I'll go get the cards." Chen Xiaofan ran out and came back a moment later with a stack of beautifully packaged cards in his hand.

"Where did so many cards come from?" Xiaoyue was surprised.

"There are plenty of autographs outside. Artists often come to our three departments, and autographs are essential, so we prepare a lot." Chen Xiaofan chuckled. He asked artists for autographs many times, and many people bought them at high prices, so he made a lot of extra money for this.

Xiaoyue understood, picked out a card with a gardenia pattern from the middle, and then signed it.

Xue Ying'er took the card with joy, as if she was holding a treasure.

"Xiaoyu, come on, take a picture for me. I want to post it on Weibo."

After Xiaoyu took a photo of her and the autograph, she took a separate photo of the autograph Xiaoyue gave her, and then posted it on Weibo. "First day at Tianyu, I'm very happy to meet Yueshen and get her autograph. So happy." The copy also included two photos and a cartoon animated picture of a little girl jumping happily.

After posting on Weibo, Xue Ying'er looked at Xiaoyue and said, "Goddess Yue, I'm so happy. Please take care of me in the future." Then she bowed 90 degrees.

Xiaoyue understood her fan mentality, smiled and said, "Well, let's go to the recording studio."

"Come and help." Xiaoyue said to Zhang Heng behind her.

Isn't it what every teacher likes to do to capture apprentices and serve as soldiers?

The group arrived at Recording Studio No. 4 on the eighth floor, where the staff were already waiting at the door.

"God Yue, the equipment has been confirmed."

"Well, thank you."

Xiaoyue brought Xue Ying'er and Zhang Heng into the recording studio, and everyone else went to the attached lounge to wait.

Xiaoyue took out the printed music score and gave one copy to each person.

"Ms. Xue, you should have seen the music score a long time ago. Can you familiarize yourself with it now and record it in ten minutes?"

"No problem, Yueshen."

It was the first time that Zhang Heng saw the new song "Fruits of Midsummer" that Xiaoyue wrote for Xue Ying'er.

This is a sad love song, which uses a soft and layered arrangement in terms of melody and rhythm. The melody is melodious and the rhythm is soothing and full of tension.

As for the lyrics, it depicts a young and helpless love story with delicate and affectionate strokes.

In terms of music style, it combines pop, lyrical and other elements to form its own unique music style. This style not only retains the popularity and easy singing of pop music, but also adds lyrical elements, making the whole song more delicate and profound in expression.

Zhang Heng looked at Xiao Yue with worshipful eyes: "Teacher, this song has very high musical and artistic value. It will be a classic song that will be sung widely."

"Have you learned to write songs?" Xiao Yue could tell from Zhang Heng's evaluation of the song that this guy had a really good appreciation of music. Could it be that he had written songs before?

"Hehe, I've thought about a few songs in private, but I can't show them off..." Zhang Heng scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

"So you like writing songs? If you like it, just keep doing it. Becoming a singer doesn't mean you can't write songs. Just keep doing it."

"Well, I will."

Xue Ying'er also heard the conversation between the two. She didn't expect that this young man was Yue Shen's apprentice, and he gave such a high evaluation of the song that Yue Shen wrote for him.

Especially the sentence "it will be a classic song that will be sung widely" made Xue Ying'er very excited.

You know, classic songs are hard to come by. There are so many new songs every year, but only a few of them can become classics.

"I'm ready, Goddess Yue." Xue Ying'er's blood was boiling at this moment, and she looked like she was ready to do something big.

Xiao Yue looked at her and said with a smile: "You are not in good condition now, stay quiet for a while."

Alas, this is a sad song. You look so happy and excited, are you sure you can sing out that feeling?

"Ah? Oh..."

Xue Ying'er sobered up instantly, smiled awkwardly, suppressed her inner excitement, and put herself into the state of a lovelorn woman.

Two minutes later, Xue Ying'er's whole state changed, with a hint of sadness.

"Start recording." Xiaoyue looked at Xue Ying'er with satisfaction. She is indeed an actor. This sense of immersion is something that other singers find difficult to achieve.

Zhang Heng pressed the button and the music started.

Xue Ying'er's unique singing voice sounded, with sadness and grief, as if telling a story, which made people think about love in a new way.

At the end of the song, Xiaoyue was very satisfied with Xue Ying'er's singing performance. She made some suggestions on singing techniques and then practiced them over and over again.

Three hours later, the recording was finally completed.

"This is the fastest recording session I've ever had." Xue Ying'er didn't expect it to be finished so quickly, and the recorded song was surprisingly good.

"Ms. Xue, my teacher has never taken more than two days to record a song. Most of the time, it only takes half a day. You'll get used to it." Zhang Heng rarely said a few more words, mainly because they were his true feelings.

Xue Ying'er's admiration for Xiaoyue reached the point of worship.

This is the real god of music!