How did I become famous?

Chapter 152 Dominates the Top Six Trending Topics (3rd Update, 10,000 Words, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

After expressing his feelings, Lin Qingjie felt a little lost.

The reason for my disappointment is not that I am far inferior to Fang Bie, but that Fang Bie is sick and not in good condition today.

Although you can hear a lot in his songs, his hoarse voice still affected his performance.

However, Teacher Fang is still amazing; even when she was so sick, she didn't sing off-key.

This should actually be considered a singer's professional conduct. However, there have been too many disastrous performances lately, and some singers are praised and lauded by fans even if they don't sing off-key. Therefore, Lin Qingjie also applies this to other people's perceptions.

He's a fan of Fang Bie now.

Actually, everyone applies the same double standards when it comes to this kind of thing.

For example, if your idol is a retired NBA superstar, and they come to China to do events and act like a big shot, some people will come out to defend them, saying that they only like their basketball skills and don't care about their character, or they will defend them.

However, this is still considered good; at least they have the skills to defend their players.

Young, popular male and female celebrities are not skilled in their craft, making it difficult to clean up their image.

After the performance, Fang Bie was helped back into his wheelchair by Su Mulin.

The host began with the routine question: "Professor Fang, were all these songs improvised by you on the spot?"

Fang smiled and said, "If I say yes, you all think it's impossible. If I say no, you say I'm hypocritical. Well then, you can all think for yourselves."

As a seasoned keyboard warrior, Fang Bie's heart is connected with that of the keyboard warriors who argue fiercely.

Therefore, he was well aware of what kind of comments would appear online.

Anyway, no matter what, those who praise will praise wildly, and those who criticize and condemn will continue to criticize and condemn relentlessly.

Besides, Fang Bie has no intention of entering the entertainment industry, so do whatever you want.

However, both men and women like celebrities, so what if the rich girl became a famous singer?

Hmm, that looks promising!

So Fang Bie left the scene along with Su Murin.

His silhouette in the wheelchair was so dashing, provided that Su Mulin, who was pushing him, didn't block his way.

However, he also gained a lot more ways to contact him.

There were hosts, directors, guest singers from other contestants, and four mentors.

Anyway, Fang Bie accepts all comers.

Of course, Miss Su deleted all the women's phone numbers afterward.

In the lounge, Fang Bie stretched his limbs and then tossed the wheelchair aside.

Su Mulin's almond-shaped eyes widened: "Your illness."

Fang smiled and said, "As the saying goes, illness comes like a landslide, but recovery is like pulling silk from a cocoon. Isn't it normal that I recovered so quickly?"

"But doesn't this mean that illness strikes as swiftly and violently as a landslide, while recovery is slow, like drawing silk from a cocoon? Getting sick is easy, but curing it is difficult."

"Don't worry about the details; there are all sorts of interpretations of that last sentence." To avoid her realizing he was faking illness, Fang Bie changed the subject, "What are you planning to sing for the finals next week?"

"I haven't decided yet." Su Mulin frowned.

She was indeed torn.

Currently, the only complete songs are "Sunny Day", "Sea of ​​Flowers", "Maple", "Seven Mile Fragrance", "Hair Like Snow", "Elimination", and "Red and White Roses". There are also three additional songs: "Ningxia", "Silk Road", and "The Most Romantic Thing".

She hesitated whether to sing the song she had completed herself, or to choose one from "Hair Like Snow" or "Elimination".

Fang noticed her hesitation and smiled, "How about this, I'll give you a problem?"

"What question?"

"I'm bursting with inspiration, so I'll sing you a chorus. Then you write the song within this week, and we'll use it in the finals."

Taking advantage of the sudden surge of memories from the karaoke session, he was going to sing that song!

That song that always appears in every singing competition!

Su Mulin hesitated for a moment before nodding, "I'll give it a try."

"Okay." Fang Bie cleared his throat and sang out the lyrics.

"I was eighteen that year, at my alma mater's dance, standing there like a lackey."

At that time, I swore through my tears that you all must see me.

Su Mulin looked up in surprise. A Cantonese song?

Fang Bie continued to fully commit.

"You think I'm just being pretentious?"

"I'm exaggerating because I'm really scared."

He kept singing until the line "to be a great entertainer".

And that was it.

I can't remember.

I remember the tune, but I can't recall the lyrics.

Wiping the sweat from his brow after a hearty roar, he said smugly, "How was that?"

This is "Exaggeration"!

Hurry up and shock me!

Miss Su narrowed her eyes slightly: "The Cantonese pronunciation is all wrong. Also, the pronunciation is off from beginning to end."

Fang's face fell.

"But," Su Mulin looked up, her smile bright, "it's a really, really great song."

"I accept this assignment."

She pulled out a plastic bag and handed it to Fang Bie: "I just had someone buy this. Remember to take your medicine. If your throat is sore, don't sing songs that hurt your voice. You need to rest."

Fang Bie has a sore throat, so of course her voice will crack when singing this kind of song, no problem.

Fang Bie looked down and saw that there was a wide variety of medicines available, including anti-inflammatory drugs, fever reducers, cold medicines, and throat lozenges.

"Okay, then I look forward to your performance next week."

The dazzling young lady on stage is truly beautiful.

Fang left; he went back to Hengdian.

Before leaving, he left behind a half-song of a broken-voice version of "Exaggeration" and took a large bag of medicine with him.

There was also a bunch of business cards.

Even Lin Qingjie hinted to him that he should quickly leave the film and television industry, which was ostracizing him, and move to the music industry.

Once you're in the music industry, you're the boss, and whatever you say goes.

Fang was very tempted, but he still politely declined.

He stated that he was simply "writing songs out of interest."

If he's really that good, being second in the music industry wouldn't be a big deal.

The problem is that he's not even as good as the second-oldest man, so he had no choice but to give up.

Otherwise, even if he sang a little better, he would have already been out there making money by selling songs like "Blue and White Porcelain" and "Sunny Day".

Anyway, many so-called powerful singers only sing one song their whole lives until they die.

Why can't others make easy money?

Unfortunately, he didn't even have the ability to make that kind of dirty money.

But he's become an internet sensation again!

Liu Mang told him about this.

After all, although he was faking illness, he was indeed sick, just not as seriously as he appeared.

It was noon on the second day, and Liu Mang had come to deliver lunch to him after being summoned by his phone call.

His lunch consisted of stir-fried noodles and two tea eggs from across the street.

Oh, and there's a packet of pickled vegetables too.

"So what? What good will it do to trend on social media?"

Fang Bie ate his stir-fried noodles while chatting casually with Liu Mang.

He trended on social media, and even the top five trending topics were related to him.

Well, actually, he's also sixth.

The sixth is "Fang Bie's Stage Album Sales", the fifth is "Su Mulin", the fourth is "Amateur Singer King", the third is "Seven Mile Fragrance", the second is "Fang Bie's Improvisational Creation", and the first is "'Tyrant's Night Meeting with Fang Bie".

Hmm. The art style of the first one is a bit off.

"No, Lao Fang, when did you meet that Hollywood 'tyrant'? I've never heard you mention him before." Liu Mang was very annoyed.

We were just figuring out how to counter him, and you, the boss, betrayed the organization first?

"No, why do you say no?" Fang Bie wiped his mouth with a tissue after finishing his meal. "He came to see me, and I treated him to a meal. It's that simple."

He had just glanced at the comments on the trending topics, and they were utterly appalling.

Shocking! Director Fang meets with Hollywood tyrant at night – what is the purpose?

"I've heard that a lot of people in Hollywood are gay. I wonder if that tyrant is after Director Fang's good looks (doge)."

"Is Director Fang's plain face considered beautiful?"

"Fang Bie! Go take that girl surnamed Su to sing karaoke! We're doomed!" — By a movie fan of Fang Bie.

"By the way, when did the tyrant arrive in China? Why haven't we heard a thing?"

"Nonsense, he's just an ordinary foreigner on the street, who would know who he is?"

"I saw them at a barbecue stand that night. I don't know why they were having dinner there, but the two of them ate thirty skewers of lamb, twenty skewers of lamb kidneys, ten skewers of beef tendon, a grilled fish, two servings of tripe, and a plate of clams. They also drank eight bottles of Hengdian beer. Do you know what that means?"

"By the way, the guy upstairs is the owner of that barbecue stall, right?"

"No, I am the national distributor of Hengdian Beer. What I want to say is that Hengdian Beer is really delicious."

Because of this trending topic, even other trending topics that were originally going viral were pushed down to the bottom.

This is actually a form of silent resistance.

That's the clash between regular music fans and fans of young, handsome male idols.

Although songwriters aren't necessarily good singers, for some reason, they all attributed Su Mulin's strength to the songs, and then to Fang Bie.

Perhaps it's because the current generation of "singer-songwriters" is rather ridiculous? They're either copycats, plagiarists, or just producing meaningless trash songs?

So, did they develop any unnecessary expectations of the other party?

After all, the best songs are always the ones that haven't been sung yet.

In fact, if other movie fans hadn't also been fed up with young male idols for so long, they would have already sided with them.

Otherwise, what if Yi Fang actually sings and becomes a huge hit? What will happen to their movie fans?

Even if the management companies and fans behind these young heartthrobs are furious, they can't stop Fang Bie's popularity.

However, none of this has anything to do with Fang Bie for the time being.

Fang put down his phone and looked at Liu Mang: "So what exactly are you trying to say?"

Liu Mang's expression suddenly turned serious: "Old Fang, tell me the truth. Is it that you don't think we have a future either, which is why you want to go to Hollywood?"

After learning this news, he thought it over and over and felt that Fang Bie might really be going to Hollywood.

Otherwise, why has he seemed so absent-minded lately, not paying much attention to movies and music?

Fang Bie said that I was completely focused on Lao Wu and the others, and that I needed to make the game.

But he couldn't say.

He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't leave. Even if I do, I'll take you all with me."

Even if he loses the bet, he'll just go to Hollywood and make up some inappropriate movies to appease Tom.

Then he'll still happily go back to China to make games.

But Liu Mang was relieved.

It's obvious that while his ability to fill in the blanks is strong, he's still half a level below the young lady.

A week passed quickly.

The finals for the Miss's competition are about to begin, Liu Mang and his team are almost done with the song they adapted for Fang Bie, Wu Kai's movie is about to wrap up filming, and Wu Qiong's game project is on track, with enough staff recruited and ready to start production.

Fang Bie will soon emerge from his despondent state and begin working as an actor.

I'm loudly begging for monthly votes!

(End of this chapter)