How did I become famous?

Chapter 145 I Really Don't Want to Sing (Second Update! Requesting Monthly Tickets! Please Subscribe!)

On this windy day, I tried holding your hand.

The phone alarm clock woke Fang up.

The ringtone was a recording of Su Mulin's singing.

Thanks to the 70-inch color TV, it even has video and audio recording functions.

After waking up, Fang Bie lay in bed without moving.

He had another dream last night.

He dreamt that he was on the stage of the top eight of "Amateur Singer King", and his twelve-and-a-half-minute rendition of "Love Song King" stunned everyone.

The young lady looked at him with admiration, while the four judges knelt down at his casual pants, begging him to write songs for them.

Then the production team discovered he was lip-syncing, and he completely plummeted to rock bottom.

Only the young lady remained loyal to him, and only she believed in him. But she also locked herself away, forcing herself to write songs every day, or else she wouldn't be given food.

Even her eyes lost their sparkle.

too terrifying

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Fang Bie understood that this was God reminding him that if he participated in the top eight of that bullshit "Amateur Singer King" competition, then everything that happened in his dream would be his fate.

Without hesitation, Fang dialed the young lady's number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"Fang Bie? How did I do yesterday?"

"Uh, perfect."

"Hmm, I'm still considering the songs for the top 16 next week. Which one do you think would be better to choose for the competition: 'Sea of ​​Flowers,' 'Maple Leaf,' 'Seven Mile Fragrance,' 'Hair Like Snow,' 'Elimination,' or 'Red and White Roses'?"

"This is... a song you chose for your first album?"

"Yes, my brother said he'll just sing a few new songs on this show, just as a form of promotion. After all, each of the songs you wrote is at the level of an album's title track. Tell me which song you think is good for the top 16. I'd like to try 'Red and White Roses'."

I absolutely hate all of them!

"Um, isn't 'Red and White Roses' half in Mandarin and half in Cantonese? Is this kind of solo performance really okay?"

"That makes sense. How about we choose this song for our duet in the quarterfinals?"

Fang Bie suddenly wanted to slap himself.

I absolutely don't want to sing!

"Xiao Lin, I suddenly have a burst of inspiration and have an idea for a new song. I think you could give it a try if you're in the top 16. Or would you like me to sing it for you?"

"A new song? Great!"

The young lady felt a sweet warmth in her heart, and even found it a little strange.

Fang Bie is an artsy youth, and artsy youths like to beat around the bush.

But when did he become so bold?

Fang cleared his throat and began singing into the phone:

"Two tigers, two tigers, running fast~ running fast~ one has no eyes, one has no tail, how strange~ how strange~"

Miss Su's voice was not heard through the microphone, so she remained silent.

For some reason, Fang Bie felt a little uneasy.

"Or else I have more, one mountain after another, sparkling bright~ the sky is full of little stars~"

There was still no response from the other end, but the call didn't end either.

"I still have some! Little swallows~ wearing flowery clothes~ coming here every spring~"

"Drop the handkerchief~ Drop the handkerchief~"

Miss Su finally spoke, but her voice was much colder: "Fang Bie, are you reminding me that I'm still a child?"

"No, not exactly." Fang Bie vehemently denied it. "I just think... Xiao Lin, how about we withdraw from the competition?"

The young lady's voice was cold: "Give me a reason."

Fang Bie racked his brains: "Look, Wu Kai's movie is about to wrap up filming. We're about to go to Liu Mang's film set to shoot, this program is taking up a bit of our time."

"The show will end in a month at most, and Wu Kai will have just finished filming by then."

"Then we need to familiarize ourselves with the script, right? And for acting, you need to understand my daily habits to act well, okay?"

"Don't worry, I know you better than you know yourself."

"Oh? Is that so? No way! You don't even need to study for the college entrance exam? Or are you already planning to have your family pay for your studies abroad?"

This is Fang Bie's last trump card!

The National College Entrance Examination! This is Fang Bie's last lifeline!

"Heh, why are you suddenly concerned about me, Mr. Fang?" Su Mulin, perhaps having spent a lot of time with Fang Bie, had picked up a bit of his sarcastic tone. "Don't you even know what month it is? The college entrance exams are long over. By the way, I've already been accepted into my brother's Wenhua Academy."

The quota for independent enrollment by universities, those who know, know.

Leaving aside those who are world champions in chess and sports, those who can stand at the top of the pyramid are undoubtedly both geniuses and hard-working.

Nobody would say anything if someone like that got into a top university.

But some people get in based on their so-called aerobics skills, or they get a doctoral degree but don't even know about CNKI (China National Knowledge Infrastructure).

Hmm, I won't say any more.

However, Su Mulin certainly didn't get her special admission spot through connections; she earned it through her own hard work and ability.

First of all, her college entrance examination score was less than 20 points away from a perfect score.

Secondly, her special skills are simply too strong, and her resume is incredibly impressive.

These are the kinds of geniuses that universities are vying to recruit.

The reason Su Laoge's school was able to recruit her was because she is Su Laoge's younger sister.

Otherwise, Wenhua College wouldn't have had the chance to poach students.

Su Murin doesn't actually need to learn anything anymore.

She chose the Cultural College because she felt that she was far behind in songwriting.

In order to continue working with him on those classic songs that came to her mind in the future, she chose to go to Wenhua College to enrich her knowledge.

Otherwise, she was confident that the second half of the same song she wrote was on par with the first half of Fang Bie's song in terms of melody.

But the lyrics are different.

Her brother, a big shot like him, can spot the difference between the lyrics of a song at a glance.

This is not the outcome she wanted.

In Su Mulin's opinion, Fang Bie's talent far surpassed hers, not only in film but also in music.

She never thought about surpassing Fang Bie; she just didn't want to fall too far behind.

She doesn't want things to be like this again, where even songwriting has to accommodate her.

"Fang Bie, what do you think of my performance of 'Seven Mile Fragrance' in the top 16?"

On the other end of the phone, Fang was truly at his wit's end.

"Seven Mile Fragrance"?

Are you determined to kill me in the quarterfinals?

"It's not impossible, but remember to let me know before the quarterfinals, I need to check the weather forecast."

God help me, it must rain heavily those few days!

That's right, Fang Bie has already decided that he will make himself catch a cold and fever during those few days.

I'm sick! My voice is hoarse! You can't expect me to go on stage and sing, can you?

Quite expensive!

Fang Bie almost wanted to give himself a thumbs up for his cleverness!

Although the young lady didn't know why Fang Bie wanted to check the weather forecast, she was still very happy that Fang Bie had agreed to help with the singing, so she readily agreed: "No problem."

Just as Fang Bie was thinking about how to get himself to catch a cold and fever, Liu Mang, who was still sleeping in, was also woken up.

Wu Kai gave him a phone call.

"Fatty! Get the hell out of bed!"

"Calling so early, Skinny Monkey, are you afraid you won't beat me in the movie? Want to come over? I'll cook you a feast of vegetables, green beans, and bitter melon, and maybe even a bottle of Sprite?"

"Get lost! I'm serious! Something terrible has happened!"

"What could be more important than sleeping in late?"

"You know that director Tom Smith, right? He posted an Instagram post titled 'The Challenger,' which was a photo of Fang shaking hands with him at the Oscars. He said his new movie, 'Captain America,' has passed censorship and is scheduled for release at the end of the year. Doesn't that clash with our movies?"

Holy crap!

Liu Mang sat up with a swift movement: "Then aren't we in trouble?"

"Yes! This is a remake of Lao Fang's movie. He made a superhero movie specifically to emulate Lao Fang!"

Liu Mang gritted his teeth: "What's there to be afraid of! I refuse to believe that our two movies can't beat his! What's the point of a remake?"

"Let's not talk about that now. Call Lao Fang and tell him about this. I need to reshoot a few scenes that were already done. Bye!"

Fang Bie did not receive Liu Mang's call.

He couldn't sleep after that phone call with Su Mulin that morning.

So he found a girl who was doing AS or something on live stream, put on his headphones, and planned to relax and catch up on some sleep.

When he woke up, it was already around 3:30 in the afternoon.

The phone had long since run out of battery and was switched off, so of course he didn't answer Liu Mang's call.

But he still woke up because he smelled smoke.

But he remembered that he didn't smoke before going to bed.

Although I didn't keep my promise to only smoke three cigarettes a day while the young lady was in the capital, I now smoke a maximum of five cigarettes a day.

So my regular routine before bed, after waking up, and when I go to the toilet has long since changed from smoking to watching anime.

Then there's no reason to smell smoke in the bedroom.

Opening his blurry eyes, he vaguely saw a melancholy fat man sitting on the bay window, looking out and smoking sadly.

Fang Bie woke up with a start: "Holy crap, you fatso! I was sleeping!"

Liu Mang turned around, his eyes filled with melancholy, looking somewhat like an artistic youth.

"Old Fang, you're trending again! You're number one on Weibo's hot search list, do you want to check it out?"

Fang Bie lay back down, saying irritably, "It's just that 'Sunny Day' is trending at number one, what's so great about that?"

I'm still worrying about what illness I should get on the day I'm supposed to be a guest performer in the quarterfinals.

"It's not 'Sunny Day,' that one's already dropped to second place on the trending topics." Fatty Liu took out his phone, opened Weibo, and tossed it to Fang Bie. "It's that director Smith's challenge to Chinese cinema."

The top trending topic was #Challenger#, which refers to Tom Smith's Instagram post.

Actually, his Instagram posts wouldn't have had such a big impact in China.

However, the reposts by a large number of Chinese internet celebrities, actors, and directors completely ignited the internet.

Even the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League forwarded this message.

However, the Central Committee's Weibo account did something a bit outrageous: it directly tagged Fang Bie in the reposted Weibo post.

After reading it, Fang Bie yawned: "That's it?"

"What?! That's it?!" Liu Mang's chubby face was pounding with excitement. "This is a challenge from Hollywood's 'Tyrant' to you, the father of superheroes! This is a declaration of war by foreign films against our domestic films! Lao Fang, don't you have anything to say?"

Fang covered his face with the blanket: "Oh, then good luck to you guys, try to beat him at the box office."

"He's challenging you! He said he wants to make two billion yuan at the box office in China!"

"oh."

Fang Bie remained unmoved.

Go ahead and take the pictures.

That has absolutely nothing to do with us.

Liu Mang couldn't stand it anymore: "He's here for you! But you haven't filmed a new movie! I have, however, a movie with Wu Kai! He's just here to kick us in the ass!"

Fang Bie remained unmoved: "Go ahead and kick me, your butt is thick anyway."

Liu Mang snapped, "Who doesn't know that you wrote the scripts for the movie I made with Wu Kai? This isn't just kicking my ass, it's a slap in the face!"

"Get lost!" Fang Bie sat up. "My face is way more delicate than your ass!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Liu Mang grabbed Fang Bie and threw all the clothes on the hanger in his face. "Get dressed!"

"What are you doing?"

"Read the script and memorize lines! What else can you do?"

I am the champion of night watch!

The champion's reward is a monthly pass!

(End of this chapter)