Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

Chapter 34 Did you really write this script?
"I've already sold my soul, how come it's still not enough to keep reading?"

Yu Wei let out a furious roar of defeat in front of the computer...

Eight hours after the new chapter was released, the novel still only had a little over 400 reads, which was still 70 or 80 short of the time needed to redeem "The Tuner".

It looks like the filming schedule will have to be postponed for another day.

This time there's no need to rush, and Yu Wei doesn't plan to artificially inflate the numbers anymore; he'll just rely on the natural growth in the number of users.

If all goes well, he should be able to finish reading by tomorrow, and he can write the script in one night, since "The Tuner" isn't a very long story.

When he finally starts writing a proper TV drama script, that's when he'll be truly tormented; dozens of episodes would require at least 400,000 words.

Yu Weigang was just about to arrange a script meeting with Qi Luoan when, coincidentally, her message arrived first.

"You deserved to be scolded today."

Qi Luo'an had clearly seen the frenzy in the comments section of the new chapter, and her assessment was summed up in one word: Serves her right!

She understood that Yu Wei didn't want to spoil the script beforehand, since it was an original work, but using chapter titles to mislead readers was a really underhanded tactic...

It's right to criticize someone for deceiving readers' feelings, and Yu Wei is well aware of this. However, for a flop like Yu Wei, the only way to keep reading is to play the bad guy.

Wait for them... to forgive me...

"Are you free the day after tomorrow afternoon? Let's schedule a time to look at the script together."

He'll probably finish writing the script all night tomorrow, and then he'll probably sleep until noon. It's normal for online novelists to have such a sleep schedule.

"There is a section on Classical Chinese at 2 o'clock, and it's okay after 4 o'clock."

Practice makes perfect, and this time Yu Wei still arranged to meet at the same coffee shop as before. They decided to discuss work in whatever way was convenient, since it wasn't a date and they didn't have to come up with new ideas every time.

He originally planned to send the script directly to Qi Luoan for online viewing, but was refused.

She herself said that you can't be too careful, even if it's just about being wary of others. What if this is plagiarized when I post it online?
In fact, Yu Wei had also weighed the options. A young lady from the entertainment industry wouldn't be interested in his small scripts, but Qi Luo'an was still considerate and prioritized his needs.

The next day, after struggling to read through thirty-six chapters, Yu Wei finally reached five hundred and redeemed "The Tuner" as he wished, feeling his head buzzing.

The feeling of perfectly mastering a film or song is quite different. Films and songs have more details, and even each shot and composition is explained clearly.

The most terrifying thing is his knowledge of acting skills; he can learn not only the acting styles of the lead actors, but also the acting styles of most of the main characters.

Yu Wei felt that he was now terrifyingly strong; he could even play two roles at once, asking and answering his own questions while acting out scenes between the male and female leads...

It seems like it's not very useful.

Which celebrity can handle all the roles in a film? They're so busy!

Unless you're a director, you can't personally demonstrate how each actor should play their role and have an overall grasp of the whole process.

In comparison, the script for "The Tuner" was the least mentally taxing one; he could write less than 10,000 words overnight...

At his peak, he could update 20,000 words a day, which, while not as good as those ultimate octopuses, was still barely enough.

After finishing the script all night, it was already 4 a.m. Yu Wei slept until 11:30 a.m. When he woke up, his hair was completely disheveled.

……

"I even washed my hair specifically to see you."

It is common knowledge that washing one's hair is the highest form of etiquette for a man before going out. Qi Luoan glanced at Yu Weirou's smooth hair, somewhat unimpressed.

Don't make it sound like he doesn't wash his hair before meeting other people...

Qi Luoan's outfit today is still rebellious. She is wearing a dark blue off-shoulder short-sleeved knit top with a cross-neck design that perfectly shows off her fair, straight shoulders.

The result was that her lower body was actually wearing a pair of cargo shorts, the kind with several pockets, which was elegant but a bit sloppy, yet still suited her well.

This time, Yu Wei noticed her fair legs beneath her shorts; they were delicate, shapely, and full of vitality, almost like something out of a comic book…

"Doesn't it look good?"

"You'll see when you read it." Yu Wei was a master at playing dumb, and handed over the script that had just been printed a few hours earlier.

What I'm talking about is the script, what are you talking about?
Qi Luo'an was too lazy to banter with him; she was eager to know what this deliberately mysterious script was about. Amidst the smell of ink from the shop, she opened the printed manuscript. She already knew the title of the short film, but seeing the three large characters "The Sound Engineer" in the center of the cover still left Qi Luo'an somewhat dazed.

He actually wrote it...

Those works that were only briefly mentioned in novels were actually brought into reality by him. More than being shocked, Qi Luoan was somewhat moved.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's like the dreams she had as a child, the fantasies from those stories, have actually come true.

After a long silence, Qi Luoan solemnly opened the script, which was the story of a piano tuner who pretended to be blind.

The piano prodigy protagonist, after losing a competition, disguises himself as a blind piano tuner to gain sympathy and work advantages, and also gets to spy on other people's lives and privacy.

One day, while tuning a piano, he accidentally stumbled upon a crime scene: an elderly woman had just murdered her husband, and his body lay on the sofa. To save his own life, the protagonist could only continue to pretend to be blind, trembling as he played the piano. However, the old woman saw through his disguise and stood behind him with a nail gun. The film ends in suspense, with the music abruptly ceasing, leaving the fate of the woman unknown.

So, did the male protagonist die in the end?

This was Qi Luoan's first sentence after reading the script. Rather than giving her evaluation or analyzing the plot, her first reaction was to ask about what happened next.

This already speaks volumes. Being good-looking is the best compliment for a story, and everything else comes second.

"Guess why an open ending is called an open ending?"

Yu Wei's answer was the same as no answer at all.

Qi Luoan didn't speak, but continued to stare blankly at the script, then looked at Yu Wei in front of him with a hint of doubt.

Is this the kind of story he could write?

Writing songs is fine, since lyrics are fragmented, but scripts are different; they are a whole and reflect the screenwriter's storytelling ability.

She had read Yu Wei's stories; they were classic online novels for beginners, and the writing style was just so-so—she'd read them, paused, chuckled, stared blankly, and then rubbed them…

This script, in terms of style, depth, and word choice, is completely incomparable to his novels; only by reading both can one feel the disconnect.

"Did you really write this script?"

Qi Luoan stared intently at him, her beautiful, watery eyes serious, as if she had already seen through the truth of the matter.

Why is there such a big difference between the script and your novel?

"Why would a celebrity like you write online novels?"

Why did you write your work into the novel beforehand?

Why would you risk being criticized to trick readers into reading your book?

Yu Wei was stunned by her barrage of questions. Life is not a novel, and the differences in style between works are obvious to anyone with eyes.

Did they find out I was cheating?
There is only one reasonable explanation.

"you are lying."

Qi Luoan's gaze was sharp, and Yu Wei didn't dare to meet her eyes for a moment. She had read so many entertainment novels, she must be able to figure it out.

"I……"

"Do you write novels simply to take revenge on society?"

"?"

Qi Luoan laughed crisply and melodiously, explaining, "Look, your novel and screenplay have completely different styles; it's obvious you're deliberately fabricating history."

"Writing your best work into a novel is just to entice readers and trick them into repeatedly appreciating the history you've written."

"You'd rather be criticized than not let your readers have this hot history? You bastard!"

I was stunned, like a wooden chicken.

Oh, I'm so bad, how come he doesn't know?
"Do you know those video bloggers who don't do live streams, sell products, make money, or accept advertisements, but just create abstract content to torment netizens?"

"Do you write books simply to torment your readers?!"

(End of this chapter)