Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

Yu Le pressed and held the power button, and the world finally went completely silent with a "click".

reboot.

The boot-up speed is outrageously slow.

As the desktop icons slowly loaded one by one, the first thing Yu Le did was open the Sina Blog settings page.

Find the message notification.

Click.

Receive but do not notify

Check the box and confirm.

The world is finally at peace.

Yu Le rubbed his throbbing temples and, from a pile of junk messages asking for songs, love, or sugar daddies, precisely picked out the one from Zhou Jielun's assistant.

[Hello Mr. Yu, Jay Chou really liked your song and was wondering if we could collaborate on a song? Our latest album is still missing a single.]

Yu Le typed on the keyboard, replying succinctly.

【Can. 】

The other party replied almost instantly, clearly having been glued to their computer the whole time.

[Great! The price is negotiable. Jay Chou said he'd take a cut as long as the song is good!]

You should know my revenue sharing rules, right? If you can accept them, I'll send you a demo in a couple of days.

Yu Le closed the chat window, ignoring the string of exclamation marks and "Thank you, teacher" that the other party had sent.

He opened the drawer that seemed to hold the entire Chinese music scene, pulled out a sheet from a stack of manuscripts, and got up to walk to the recording studio next door.

"Stone, come work!"

Yu Le slammed the two pieces of paper in front of him.

Chang Shilei took off his headphones, pushed up his thick glasses that looked like the bottom of a beer bottle, and focused his gaze on the paper.

Song title: In the Name of the Father.

He only glanced at the first few lines of the score before he froze.

It was an extremely complex structure that blended classical opera, Italian recitative, and dark rap.

The melody is melancholic and magnificent, yet carries a sacred sense of compassion for humanity.

Chang Shilei's hands began to tremble, and behind those thick glasses, a pair of eyes shone with an alarming intensity.

He suddenly looked up at the figure that had already turned around and was about to slip away, his voice trembling.

"Boss, this arrangement...this structure...is this still a pop song? This is opera! It's a work of art!"

"Don't be so surprised." Yu Le waved his hand without turning his head. "Get back to work."

……

a few days later.

In the spacious apartments of Shengshi Huating, sunlight lazily spills onto the wool carpet.

Yu Le slumped on the sofa, holding the newly released weekly sales report in his hand.

Liu Yifei's self-titled album sold 66,000 copies this week.

He still firmly holds the second position.

Compared to 83,000 last week, it has indeed dropped significantly.

But the album has been released for a month, and pirated copies have appeared. It's time to find out where it is.

On the television, a program called "Entertainment Reality Show" is airing.

This show focuses on "authenticity" and "explosive revelations," and its favorite activity is interviewing celebrity classmates at various art schools to dig up some unknown juicy stories.

The host said in an exaggerated tone, "As we all know, the Beijing Film Academy is the cradle of stars! Today, we will step into this temple of art and conduct on-site interviews to see what these future superstars are like in the eyes of the students."

The scene shifts, and the camera focuses on the campus of Beijing Film Academy.

The first person interviewed was a young man with a buzz cut, who was probably Jia Nailiang's classmate.

Reporter: "What's your impression of Jia Nailiang?"

The young man with the buzz cut scratched his head, looking honest and simple: "Liangliang? He's a nice guy, quite funny, and loves to act. He can even have a scene with the cafeteria lady while getting food. It's just... he likes to show off a bit. He just bought a used Alto a couple of days ago and he's been showing it off in front of me every day."

The second one is Wang Luodan's roommate.

Reporter: "What is Wang Luodan like in her dormitory?"

My roommate thought for a moment and blurted out, "Sister Dandan is really cool. She's straightforward and can become buddies with anyone. It's just that she always steals my shampoo."

They were all just empty platitudes.

Yu Le yawned, just about to change the channel to watch "Animal World".

Just then, the host's voice rang out again, with a touch of deliberate mystery.

"Next, we're going to interview someone who can be considered the undisputed star of the 02 acting class! She is none other than Liu Yifei, who just caused a huge stir online!"

Yu Le stopped pressing the remote control.

The camera cut to a girl.

With her long hair flowing over her shoulders, wearing a simple white dress, and holding several books in her hands, she looked gentle and serene, as graceful as a chrysanthemum.

Jiang Yiyan.

The reporter handed over the microphone: "Hello, are you Liu Yifei's classmate?"

Jiang Yiyan smiled shyly, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and moved with elegance and grace.

Yes, we are classmates.

Reporter: "So, in your opinion, what kind of girl is Sisi?"

Jiang Yiyan lowered her eyelids slightly, pretending to be deep in thought, before raising her head and giving the camera a flawless, sweet smile.

"Sisi, she's exceptionally talented and incredibly beautiful, like a fairy. All the boys in our class consider her their goddess."

Praise to death.

It started with a brilliant act of flattery that backfired.

Yu Le silently commented in his heart.

"And she's a very nice person, although... although we haven't spent much time with her."

Here comes the second tactic: implying that the person is arrogant and doesn't fit in.

Jiang Yiyan paused, a perfectly balanced look of envy and understanding on her face.

"After all, she's too busy. She's always filming outside, and we rarely see her at school. Unlike us, we have to go to class and do morning exercises every day."

The subtext is: She doesn't need to work hard, while we still have to struggle terribly.

"But the teachers are very understanding of her and take good care of her. Maybe... that's the difference between geniuses and ordinary people like us."

The final blow reveals the true nature of the attack.

The word "privilege" was directly and innocently etched onto Liu Qianqian's forehead.

Throughout the entire process, she didn't say a single bad word; she only praised others.

High, really high.

That's why they call him a tea master.

Yu Le looked at the "literary and artistic talent" on TV who was still smiling gently and harmlessly at the camera, and the playful smile on her lips slowly faded.