How did I become famous?

Chapter 149 I'm so sick, why am I still singing? (10,000 words written overnight! Please vote!)

Tom left.

Just as no one knew when he came, no one knew when he left except Fang Bie.

However, he left satisfied because he had achieved all his goals.

He apologized to Fang Bie in person and also shared some of his thoughts on superhero movies with him.

At the same time, he also achieved his goal of leaving China to go to Hollywood.

That's right, he didn't think he would lose to Fang Bie.

Perhaps Fang Bie's script is indeed very good, and Fang Bie himself could direct it better than him.

But only the creator truly understands the script.

If you take Fang Bie's script to someone else to film, no matter how they film it, they will never be able to reach Fang Bie's level.

Tom is actually quite arrogant; among the younger generation of directors, only one type catches his eye: Fang Bie.

He didn't even consider Hollywood's middle-aged directors, let alone the two young Chinese directors.

Therefore, he's destined to win!

Fang Bie has also booked a spot in Hollywood!

Although Fang played a word game, only saying "go to Hollywood and make a movie."

But he is confident he can keep Fang Bie in Hollywood.

Because he knew that Fang Bie was the same kind of person as him, equally talented, and of course equally proud and arrogant.

He tried to put himself in her shoes.

If it were him, and his first Hollywood film lost to someone else, he would definitely be unwilling to accept it, until he made a film that completely surpassed everyone else's.

He believed Fang Bie felt the same way.

Yes, he didn't think Fang's first film in Hollywood would be a huge success.

Hollywood's xenophobia is actually quite severe.

Unlike Fang Bie, he was a Jew.

Jews and Hollywood, those who know, know.

Therefore, it is quite normal for Fang Bie to be resisted by the unspoken rules of the Hollywood circle.

Tom won't help him for the time being.

He would wait until Fang Bie arrived in Hollywood but couldn't find anyone to make movies before he would lend a hand.

Then he could legitimately keep Fang Bie in Hollywood.

Fang had already put the bet out of his mind the moment he saw him off.

Putting aside whether I will lose or not, even if I do lose, what difference will it make?

Go to Hollywood if you want, I'll just make one movie and then run back to China.

He has a few bros over there.

The Franklin, Mike, Trevor, and Lamar brothers.

We'll just have a wild party and make a movie, then that's it.

box office?

Reputation?

Did I, Fang, ever care?

Fang Bie's current concern is how to control himself from getting a severe cold and fever next week.

Soon, a week had passed.

As expected, Su Mulin made it into the top eight.

She did not sing "Little Swallow", "Drop the Handkerchief", "Two Tigers" or "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

She was indeed singing "Seven Mile Fragrance".

Needless to say, this classic masterpiece, which won numerous awards in Fang Bie's previous life, is equally breathtaking in this world.

The netizens were shocked, the audience was shocked, and the judges were stunned.

None of these are relevant to the current location.

He had already turned off the TV after listening to Su Mulin sing "Seven Mile Fragrance".

Now that he's almost mastered the simple chords 4536251, it's time to start his own project.

After all, I'll be taken to Beijing the day after tomorrow, and the day after that I'll be performing a duet on stage.

That evening, Fang Bie dialed Liu Mang's number: "Fatty, do me a favor."

Liu Mang, who was working late into the night on his script while also discussing songs with Gao Jianli and others, casually asked, "What are you busy with?"

"Could you buy me some popsicles wholesale?"

"Okay, I'll go there around 10 o'clock tomorrow."

"All done!"

Someone's been chosen to take the blame!

That's it!

Fang Bie has already checked the weather forecast; tomorrow will be cloudy turning to light rain!

That means it might rain!

If I get ice cream and get caught in the rain, how can I not catch a cold and get a fever?

When the young lady asked, Liu Mang was the perfect scapegoat.

Brothers are there to take the blame!

Especially since this guy works under you, if he doesn't take the blame, who will?

Moreover, someone on my side was planning to pull a fast one to help Liu Mang's film win the Golden Dragon Award for Best Film. Is it too much for you to take the blame for me?

That's definitely not excessive!

Unfortunately, although Fang had done his best, fate was not on his side.

The next day, not only did it not rain, it was actually sunny!

What happened to the promised cloudy skies turning into light rain?

Forget about light rain, it's not even a cloudy day, you bastard!

But Fang Bie still has a way!

However, this time Liu Mang will have to take on a slightly bigger burden of blame.

With that in mind, Fang Bie took a hot shower, then went into the room where the air conditioner had been set to the lowest temperature all night. Wearing only his underwear, he ate ice cream.

He was trembling as he ate, but he was still smiling.

So when Fang Bie appeared before Su Mulin a day later, he was pale, his lips were bloodless, his body was burning hot, and he was weak and listless.

Upon seeing Su Mulin, Fang Bie smiled weakly: "Oh, little Lin."

His voice was terribly hoarse.

Su Mulin's expression suddenly changed. She rushed over and placed her palm on Fang Bie's forehead.

Fang Bie's forehead was burning hot.

Miss Su turned around, gritting her teeth, and said, "Who told you to bring him here! Why didn't you just take him to the hospital!"

She rarely gets angry.

No one notified her that Fang Bie was sick, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have let Fang Bie come over!

Seeing that all the bodyguards were silent, she said fiercely, "What are you standing there for! Get the car ready to go to the hospital!"

"No need." Fang Bie grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse. "Don't blame them, I told them not to tell you."

Su Mulin held his hand and gently complained, "Why didn't you rest properly? Honestly, you've gotten like this after only a few days. What would you do without me? Let's go back to see a doctor right now."

She was about to tell her bodyguard to turn around and head to the hospital when Fang Bie grabbed her arm: "What about your competition?"

"I can just withdraw from the competition, I don't care." For her, the direction of her illness is more important now.

"But I care!" Fang Bie's voice was a little louder, then he coughed violently again.

If the young lady withdraws from the competition like this, wouldn't he have suffered for nothing?

No way!

"Rin, listen to me, isn't becoming a singer and then a big star your dream?"

For my so-called dream, you'd even give up your body? Su Mulin gripped his hand tightly, looked up, tears already dripping down her cheeks onto Fang Bie's hand, but she was still smiling: "No more. Dreams? I don't want them anymore."

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don't want?

I've gone through all this trouble and you're saying you don't want it?

"No! You have to!" Fang Bie gripped her hand tightly. "Help me up! I can still go to the show!"

Going on a show doesn't necessarily mean you have to sing, right?

Just as Su Mulin was about to speak to stop him, Fang Bie put a finger to her lips: "Don't say anything, listen to me this time."

Su Mulin stared blankly at his persistent gaze.

She gently bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly lowered.

After a long silence, she softly hummed in agreement: "You can go, but you have to listen to me."

She wiped away her tears, turned around, and transformed back into her aloof, spoiled young lady: "Go! Get me a wheelchair! And a sterilized mask! And find a doctor to put me on an IV drip!"

Fang Bie's feverish head was even more confused: "What do you want to do?"

Su Mulin smiled slightly: "I'll push you to the scene."

Fang Bie: "."

Holy crap! Am I supposed to sing instead of playing the victim?

He had a cold and fever, was on an IV drip, and was even in a wheelchair?

Are there any guest singers on singing competition shows as unfortunate as me?

Soon, the wheelchair was in place, and Fang Bie underwent a skin test on his arm on the spot, followed by an IV drip of three and a half bottles.

Half of the bottle contained anti-inflammatory drugs, one bottle contained antipyretics, and the other two bottles contained glucose injection solution.

When Su Mulin pushed Fang Bie to the studio building before the show started, the production team was stunned.

The other seven contestants and their guest singers just stood there dumbfounded, watching Su Mulin push the listless Fang Bie, who was still on an IV drip, into the studio.

After a long silence, someone exclaimed, "Holy crap! Did they have to go that far?"

Upon entering the studio, Lin Qingjie, Ye Lun, and the other three judges had been waiting for a long time.

They don't usually come this early.

But there was no way around it. After singing "Seven Mile Fragrance" in the top 16 to 8 last week, Su Mulin personally promised that Fang Bie would come to be her guest singer in the next episode.

They were initially hesitant about whether to be more attentive.

But after listening to "Seven Mile Fragrance", they lost their composure.

They say that once is enough, twice is not enough, but a third time is not.

Fang Bie wrote three classic songs in succession: "Blue and White Porcelain", "Sunny Day" and "Seven Mile Fragrance".

Who can say he lacks ability and just got lucky?

Please, we're all professionals. Can't you tell which songs are truly good and which are just pop songs?

Faced with such a young musical prodigy, they simply maintained the respect that should be shown to a "teacher".

But when they saw Fang Bie's current state, they were still shocked.

"Teacher Fang! What's wrong, Teacher Fang?"

Lin Qingjie rushed to the right armrest of Fang Bie's wheelchair in three quick steps.

Ye Lun was not to be outdone; he also impulsively grabbed the left armrest of Fang Bie's wheelchair at almost the same time.

"Teacher Fang, are you alright?"

Ye Lun turned around and frowned, saying, "How can you be so selfish! What kind of upbringing did your brother give you?!"

Su Mulin lowered her head and remained silent.

Fang smiled, his voice hoarse: "It's not her fault, I insisted on coming."

He waved his hand: "Xiao Lin is going to sing a new song in a little while. We'll just listen to the song, we won't play the victim."

The group looked at Fang Bie, who was sitting in a wheelchair with an IV drip, looking weak and listless, and didn't know what to say.

Not playing the victim?

Your outfit is terrible enough just to be left there, okay?

But another new song?

Is it still that level of song?

If it weren't for the fact that Fang Bie was quite ill, Lin Qingjie would have tied him up on the spot. If he wasn't willing to give up making movies and come to the music industry, he wouldn't let Fang Bie go.

But the current method

At that moment, the director rushed over in a panic, wiping sweat as he ran: "Teacher Fang, you definitely can't participate in this guest vocal performance, this..."

Lin Qingjie glared at him: "Teacher Fang is so sick, and you're only concerned about the segment? If you ask me, we should just cut this segment! We're doing 'Amateur Singer King,' not 'Amateur Singer King and His Singing Partners'!"

Fang Bie tried to smooth things over with a hoarse voice: "It's okay, Xiao Lin's new song is a song in both Mandarin and Cantonese. The same song, half in Mandarin and half in Cantonese. She'll be fine."

He coughed twice and then reassured the director, "After their performance, I'll do an impromptu performance. It won't be long, less than a minute or two, so it won't make a difference."

The director sighed, "That's the only way. But Mr. Fang, please don't push yourself too hard, or if anything happens to you, fans all over the country will tear me to pieces!"

Fang Bie nodded: "Don't worry, I won't push myself, but I might not be in the best condition at the time, so please bear with me."

This is his ultimate plan!

I'm so sick that it's perfectly reasonable and logical for me to sing off-key while playing the piano or doing an impromptu performance.

No?

I got home at 2 a.m. last night and have been up all night updating three chapters of 10,000 words.

That's all for now, I'm going to sleep. Please vote for me!

I'm about to get overwhelmed by the people behind me. I've got hemorrhoids lately, and I don't want to suffer any more damage... _(:з」∠)_

(End of this chapter)