Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

After lunch, Fang Ruoxi took the sheet music and handed it in.

"Finished writing?" Director Sun was stunned, holding the sheet music.

Fang Ruoxi calculated the time, "The sample can be ready before 5 pm."

Director Sun asked, "Are you planning to sing it yourself, or find someone else to sing it?"

Fang Ruoxi said, "This is instrumental music."

“What? Pure instrumental music?” Sun Zheng asked back.

The singer and the lyrics of a song can both help listeners understand the song and be moved by its emotions.

However, it is very difficult to evoke emotions in the audience solely through instrumental music.

Sun Zheng sized up Fang Ruoxi.

Young, too young.

Can someone so young, who isn't even a top-notch composer, deliver a piece of instrumental music that truly reflects his vision?

Think again.

Fang Ruoxi's opponent is Miao Cunzheng, the youngest gold medal composer in the Chinese entertainment industry.

In addition, my train of thought had been disrupted earlier.

Sun Zheng wondered if Fang Ruoxi was adopting a "what's the use" attitude?

He couldn't read the sheet music either, but his expectations for the piece had already dropped by half.

"Okay, then make the demo. Once Miao Cunzheng's song comes out, we'll compare them and see which one is more suitable, alright?"

Fang Ruoxi had no objection.

Zhang Xiaomeng brought over a boxed lunch, which she ate a bite of before returning to her room to continue her music composition work.

Zhang Hanyu bribed Director Sun's assistant with a check.

"Has Fang Ruoxi finished writing the song?"

The assistant took the money and answered everything without hesitation, "Yes, I showed the sheet music to Director Sun around noon."

"What type of music was it? What did Director Sun say at the time?" Zhang Hanyu pressed.

The assistant, startled, took a step back and said, "Uh, it's instrumental music. Director Sun doesn't seem very interested."

Zhang Hanyu smiled slightly. "Thanks."

Having received a satisfactory answer, Zhang Hanyu happily returned to Miao Cunzheng's recording studio.

Miao Cunzheng has also finished writing the main theme part.

“Okay, we’ll produce a demo this afternoon. Call Zhou Shucong over; this song should suit him.”

Zhang Hanyu said sweetly, "Okay~ I'll call him over now."

While Zhang Hanyu was sending a message on her phone, she casually said to Miao Cunzheng, "Brother Zheng, would it be better if Director Sun's request was made into instrumental music?"

Miao Cunzheng thought for a moment, "That would be even better, but it would be too difficult."

He thought about it for a moment, then shook his head slightly, "I'm not good at instrumental music."

“The composition department has composers who specialize in pure music, but their level probably doesn’t meet ‘Sun’s’ requirements.”

Zhang Hanyu sat down at the table where Miao Cunzheng was writing songs, and said as if telling a joke:

"I just scouted out the enemy~ Zheng Ge, guess what? Fang Ruoxi submitted a purely instrumental piece, haha~"

Miao Cunzheng's eyelid twitched.

"She's teaching instrumental music?"

Miao Cunzheng put down his pen, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Go ahead and ask her again, see what instrument she uses to start her arrangement."

Zhang Hanyu twirled her hair with her fingers, saying nonchalantly, "With her skill level, she's probably only good at writing pop songs."

"Still playing instrumental music?"

"Sun Zheng doesn't have much expectation for her anymore."

Miao Cunzheng shook his head slightly.

"Don't underestimate your opponent."

Zhang Hanyu stood up. "Alright then, I'll go and inquire about it."

However, after Sun Zheng's warning, Zhang Hanyu restrained her actions.

In addition, Zhang Xiaomeng moved a stool and "blocked" the door to Fang Ruoxi's recording studio, so no matter who came, it was no use.

If they force their way in... she'd dare call Sun Zheng right there and then.

Zhang Hanyu couldn't come up with a solution and ultimately returned empty-handed.

Part of the reason was that after listening to what Director Sun's assistant said, she felt that Fang Ruoxi was no longer a threat.

At 5:30 p.m., Fang Ruoxi handed in the sample.

Then, Miao Cunzheng also came to hand in the sample.

Director Sun saw Zhou Shucong following Miao Cunzheng.

The newly crowned superstar has a fantastic voice and sings with a classical charm.

The choice of singer was right, and Director Sun's expectations for Miao Cunzheng's song immediately rose.

"Okay, let's listen to Miao Cunzheng's song first, shall we?"

Fang Ruoxi had no objection.

Zhang Hanyu laughed and said, "Director Sun, the time is too tight. The demo we submitted was an accompaniment. Well, since Shu Cong is here too, how about letting him go on stage and sing for a bit?"

This is an open conspiracy.

Sun Zheng was aiming for a good stage effect when the show aired.

A performance by a superstar is definitely more effective than playing a demo.

Sun Zheng had no reason not to agree.

Zhang Hanyu glanced at Fang Ruoxi smugly.

Fang Ruoxi's face remained expressionless.

Zhang Hanyu chuckled.

Director Sun pulled both groups of people to sit in the front row of the audience.

Because of the song-singing competition, the unfortunate stage designer finally didn't have to keep messing with the stage.

Zhou Shucong took the stage.

Director Sun's stage... is really incomprehensible to most people, it's too abstract.

Zhou Shucong almost got 'lost' on stage after taking the stage.

In the end, he simply stopped bothering to find a good camera position and chose to face Sun Zheng directly, ready to start singing.

The background music started playing.

The heavy drumbeats grew increasingly urgent.

Zhou Shucong showcased his singing talent.

His singing style does indeed have a classical feel.

Miao Cunzheng's traditional Chinese style songs are decent and do meet Sun Zheng's requirements.

Ancient style, with swords and horses, no one returns; the sound of hooves shatters the mountains and rivers.

However, Director Sun's brows sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed slightly.

Zhou Shucong finished singing.

Everyone looked at Sun Zheng.

Sun Zheng's eyebrows were almost knotted together. "Your song... I just feel it's lacking something."

"What I wanted to express is all in your song, but... just like this stage, I feel it's still missing something."

Everyone glanced silently at the 'bewildering array' on the stage and fell silent.

"Then, Director Sun, how do you think we can make further changes?" Zhang Hanyu asked hurriedly.

Zhang Xiaomeng got anxious.

No?

Isn't it our turn now?

Why are there still people refusing to leave?

"Director Sun, you promised, you should listen to us!" Zhang Xiaomeng interrupted, ignoring Zhang Hanyu.

Director Sun laughed, "Alright, alright, come on, play their songs."

The assistant took the USB drive from Fang Ruoxi.

Zhang Hanyu was being cunning, constantly pulling Director Sun into talking about Miao Cunzheng's songs.

Zhang Xiaomeng was at her wit's end.

She couldn't just shut Zhang Hanyu up, could she?

"Director Sun, if you could give us some more guidance, we can communicate more and produce a work that will satisfy you."

Sun Zheng still admired Miao Cunzheng, and nodded in response, "No—"

"Om-"

All the speakers in Studio 3 were turned on.

The somber sound of the Buddhist horn rang out, making Sun Zheng forget what he was about to say.

"Om—" Another Dharma name was uttered, this time accompanied by intense drumming.

Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump thump!

The intense drumbeats gave Director Sun a jolt.

In that instant, images flashed through everyone's minds.

The city gates slowly opened, and heavily armored cavalrymen emerged from the city, their silver spears raised high. As far as the eye could see, there was a neat and orderly line of armored soldiers.

Siege chariots, clashing swords.

Sun Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up.

Then came the pipa, with its large strings clanging and its small strings whispering.

Sun Zheng listened, nodding his head in agreement.

Then came the traditional bamboo flute, the distinctive erhu, and finally the guzheng.

The final four instruments played together, accompanied by drums—it was absolutely breathtaking.

Pure instrumental music is indeed very difficult.

But if you write good instrumental music...

Before the song even ended, Sun Zheng had already made his decision, "Fang Ruoxi, I want yours!"

Snapped!

slam-la-

The jade beads that Zhang Hanyu was wearing fell to the ground.