Huayu: Were you ever a top star before writing nonsense?

Following the introduction, there are some simple settings:

"World Background: Parallel universe [Blue Star] In 2025, Tokyo University has become the world's largest industrial nation. In terms of military, it has surpassed the West University. Its technology and economic output are on par with Japan, far ahead of Japan."

However, the influence of Tokyo University's cultural influence is a major weakness. Many practitioners in the industry are complacent and have been kneeling for too long, unable to stand up again. They even produce absurd scenes such as our soldiers saluting the enemy, begging for mercy, a ceasefire, and peace.

"Main character traits: sunny and cheerful, loves money, kind, sharp-tongued, fun-loving, loyal, and affectionate but not promiscuous..."

"System Settings: The protagonist can obtain reward chests by completing system tasks, or directly purchase entertainment works and abilities with real money. At the start, the protagonist receives a newbie gift pack, which includes professional guitar playing skills, professional singing skills, and the songs "Rice Fragrance," "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky," "Ten Thousand Borders," "Sorrow," and "A Person Like Me."

As I write this, the typing sounds in the dormitory abruptly stop.

Shen Can really wanted to complain.

For online novel authors, the writing system is a convenient tool. However, readers have different opinions and feedback.

People who dislike system novels will immediately say, "Another system novel, I'm dropping it!" as soon as they see the system in the book.

If I don't write a system, readers will criticize the logic, especially in entertainment stories...

"The protagonist isn't in the industry, and he doesn't have a photographic memory, so how could he remember so much? Even if he had a good memory, it's impossible for him to remember every single detail, right?"

What's this called?

A single-minded approach has backfired, resulting in a double bind!

Fortunately, it's 07, there aren't many system articles yet, so there's not much to worry about.

Amidst the cheerful laughter from the girls' dormitory upstairs, in the boys' dormitory where only the light from a laptop screen illuminated, Shen Can continued typing on his keyboard:

"Referencing the three-year agreement in 'Battle Through the Heavens,' write a story where the protagonist and his ex-girlfriend make a pact—if neither of them has forgotten the other after three years, they will get back together."

As for the reason for the breakup... "incompatible personalities" is a bit too melodramatic, isn't it? I remember reading in some popular entertainment novel that the female lead's career was more successful than the male lead's, and to ensure her career advancement, the company interfered, causing their breakup, and then the male lead was sidelined... Yes, that's how it went.

Main storyline: setting short-term, medium-term, and long-term goals.

Short-term: Pass the first round of auditions.

Mid-term: Winning the championship of "I Am a Singer" marks a triumphant return. At the same time, the day of the championship also marks the expiration of the three-year agreement.

Long-term goal: To achieve top success in film, television, and music; to build an entertainment empire; and to promote the culture of Southeast University.

"..."

It took about an hour and a half to get to the end of the first chapter of the novel.

"An author who never stops writing is definitely going to fail."

"The goal is to keep readers wanting to keep reading."

With this in mind, Shen Can took a sip of his sugary soda and typed the ending of the first chapter:

Lin Yu walked onto the stage carrying his guitar.

Looking at the judges, audience, and cameras below the stage, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"The songs obtained from the system are all good songs with the potential to break into the top ten of the new song chart."

Now all these songs are mine.

I hope to bring surprises to my fans, although there may not be many left.

Lin Yu thought to herself, feeling a little melancholy and a little sad.

She then composed herself, opened her eyes, her gaze deep, and her slender fingers began to dance across the guitar strings, like a graceful sprite.

The melody is "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky."

"alright."

Shen Can got up and stretched.

To be fair, it is indeed much easier to write by copying the successful characters and storylines of others.

—Can't you even copy?

"No, how can something done by cultured people be called plagiarism?" Shen Can thought to himself.

It's worth mentioning that Shen Can chose to start as a singer because he himself is easy to monetize.

Once a song becomes popular, you can quickly make money from ringtone revenue, copyright revenue, commercial performances, and other sources.

Many things become easier when you have money.

They could even exploit information asymmetry to first become capital and then target the film and television industry.

Similar to Han Han and Guo Jingming, they first accumulated capital through novels, and then crossed over to become directors and screenwriters, breaking into the film and television industry.

But his original profession, screenwriting, was a different story from the start, and it was much more difficult.

Many people think of screenwriters as: honing their skills, writing a script, selling it, becoming an overnight sensation, earning hundreds of thousands, having a constant stream of resources, and achieving great success.

The actual screenwriter:

Many screenwriters have had their creative stories plagiarized by producers and production companies when dealing with them. They have to file for record and register the copyright before they dare to show it to others.

Even so, it's easy for others to steal your ideas.

Then, when it came to selling the script, I was filled with trepidation.

Independent screenwriters are often pressured by production companies to lower their prices, making it difficult for them to sell their work for a high price. They receive little money and face a lot of trouble.

Screenwriters who work in offices earn meager wages just to get credit, and their credit might only be given in the end credits, or even none at all. In terms of status, they're about the same as typists; they're just tools for directors to realize their ideas and for capital to promote their actors.

Unless you find a generous, magnanimous, and lecherous coal boss who doesn't care about anything.

However, on the other hand, compared to the coal mine owner humbly begging for investment, starting as a singer is more in line with Shen Can's personality.

—Now that everyone's been reborn, who wants to kneel and beg for food?

At least have some ambition.

After a short rest, Shen Can began writing the second chapter.

This chapter is very simple: it copies lyrics and describes the shock of the judges, the audience, and the auditioning singers.

This kind of plot is often criticized by readers as filler, since a series of lyrics can be hundreds of words long, plus the analysis of the lyrics and shocking scenes. After reading a chapter, it's as if you didn't read it at all, like tap water just passed through your brain.

But if written well, it can also give people a strong sense of satisfaction.

The key is to create a sense of immersion and emotional resonance.

Excellent entertainment writers will use songs to foreshadow plot developments, such as choosing suitable songs for scenes related to graduation, romance, or breakups.

Choosing songs requires emotional intelligence.

If you choose the right songs, you can easily get subscriptions; if you choose the wrong ones, you'll be in for a lot of flak.

At the same time, the length of the lyrics should be appropriate, ideally allowing readers to listen to the original song while reading, bringing multiple enjoyment and a series of climaxes.

People read novels for the sheer enjoyment they get from them.

"Clap clap clap..."

Shen Can wrote with lightning speed.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang.

"I look up at the moon, where countless dreams soar freely..."

"Feed".

The incoming call number looked unfamiliar, yet somehow familiar. Shen Can answered it casually.

In this day and age, there isn't much telecom fraud. Most scammers still use old tricks like selling mobile phone models, offering large sums of money for a child, and lottery scams. Telephone fraud mainly involves impersonating government officials to target middle-aged and elderly people.

So, there's no need to worry too much about being scammed.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by several women's voices.

"Fourth brother, say something."

"Fourth brother, muster up your courage, you can do it, we support you."

"It's best to act first, or someone else might snag it."

"..."

They chattered away like fairies in a spider's web.

"Sorry... we were playing Truth or Dare, we disturbed you." A pleasant female voice reached my ears.

"Wu Wei?" Shen Can tried hard to recall, and it seemed that Wu Wei was indeed the one who pursued him first.

The girl secretly wrote down her phone number at the freshman registration desk, and then mustered up the courage to call during the dare game.

Wu Wei's explanation for this was that it was love at first sight, which is to put it bluntly, lust at first sight.

Shen Can didn't bother to expose her.

This is a woman with "extremely slippery old shoulders".

"Ah? It's me. You recognized my voice?" Wu Wei's voice was tinged with nervousness.

"I'm busy, I'm hanging up."

"Hey, you..."

Before Wu Wei could say anything more, Shen Can had already hung up the phone.

Women will only slow down his typing speed.

On the other end of the phone, Wu Wei and her roommates exchanged glances, instantly feeling wronged and on the verge of tears. After a long silence, she finally said angrily, "Was he polite?"

……

Around 11 p.m., Shen Cande's roommates returned to the dormitory reeking of alcohol, instantly filling the room with the smell of alcohol.

Shen Can looked them over, his mind conjuring up images of their future.

Ke Qingchuan later became addicted to gambling and became a gambling addict. He borrowed 30,000 yuan from himself and never paid it back before his rebirth.

Chen Bo returned to his hometown and got a job in the system through his parents' connections, but we don't keep in touch much.

Wang Teng, a native of Shanghai, is a rich second-generation. He is simple-minded, has a good temper, likes to manipulate others, and always tries to settle things with money.

Overall, Shen Can's relationship with them was just so-so.

At this moment, Wang Teng walked behind Shen Can, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen.

"What are you busy with? You didn't even go to the dinner party I invited you to?"

"Just writing something."

Shen Can sensed the dissatisfaction Wang Teng was showing him in his words.

Rich kids care a lot about face. If he invites you to a gathering and you don't go, it's like you're not giving him face, and then he'll come back and cause trouble for you.

Is it childish or not?

Having lived more than ten years longer, Shen Can's temperament is naturally different from that of an eighteen-year-old.

An old hand like me, I can see right through it.

Wang Teng sneered:

"So a famous writer joined our dorm, no wonder he's so arrogant."

"Are you praising me? You're a really nice person, thanks. By the way, did you bring me any food or drinks from your get-together? I'm hungry." Shen Can's eyes were clear and sincere.

Wang Teng gasped for breath upon hearing this.

This person is shameless.

That punch landed on cotton.

"Hey, Lao Shen, what are you writing?" Roommate Ke Qingchuan came over, trying to ease the atmosphere and change the subject.

"It's nothing, just a little fan fiction about Huang Rong..." Shen Can said casually.

As was his old habit from before his rebirth, he didn't like people he knew knowing his pen name and the titles of his novels; it would be a social disaster.

But it seems there's no way to keep it a secret for long this time. Oh well, we'll talk about it later.

"Huang Rong??? That kind? Is it the kind I'm thinking of?" Ke Qingchuan immediately perked up.

Wang Teng stared at Shen Can in astonishment.

Wow, what a talent!

Chen Bo, another roommate who was washing up on the balcony, also turned around to look.

"Go wash up and go to bed. We have to go to the Qingpu military training base for military training tomorrow morning." Shen Can closed his laptop, too lazy to pay attention to them. He was thinking that after a while, when he had more money, he would rent a place to live.

These roommates also affect his typing speed.