Host: Su Yu
Age: 18
Physique: 30 (Normal 50)
Reputation: 1.1 million (Cumulative 1.3 million)
Skill: Professional Pianist
System Warehouse: Song Component "Chi Ling"
Already over a million reputation points.
Just enough for a ten-pull.
Physique also increased by ten points due to the accumulation of reputation.
No wonder I haven't experienced hypoglycemia recently.
"Then let's do a ten-pull. Let's see what the gold can yield. If it's a traditional Chinese style song, that would be even better."
A ten-pull guarantees a gold item.
He can't afford custom orders right now. If it's not traditional Chinese style, he'll only have "Chi Ling" to use.
Gritting his teeth, he selected the ten-pull.
The light clusters in the prize pool began to rotate slowly.
Su Yu held his breath, awaiting the draw results.
A series of sounds echoed.
The ten light clusters in the prize pool exploded.
Su Yu's heart sank halfway.
Because most of these light clusters were white.
Judging by the colors, it wasn't ideal.
[Thank you for participating]
[Thank you for participating]
...
A string of "Thank you for participating" flashed before his eyes, and Su Yu's heart grew cold.
His unlucky constitution really wasn't suited for drawing.
...
[Ding, congratulations to the host for drawing a purple quality prize, Song Component "Wan Hun"]
[Congratulations to the host for drawing a green quality prize, Beginner Composition Skill]
[Congratulations to the host for drawing a green quality prize, Beginner Composition Skill]
[Ding, congratulations to the host for drawing a blue quality prize, Song Component "Yong Bu Shi Lian De Ai"]
[Ding, host's ten-pull reward is a gold quality prize, Song Component "Qing Hua Ci"]
It's Qing Hua Ci!
Holy crap, I'm gonna fight ten people!
Life's ups and downs come so fast.
Su Yu, who had just been lamenting his bad luck, was now extremely excited.
This was truly a massive profit!
Excluding the two negligible beginner composition skills, the other three were of excellent quality.
With the release of "Wan Hun," it was bound to become a massive hit.
There was no doubt about it.
"I never wanted to be alone, yet I had a premonition of marrying late."
These lyrics spoke the inner journey of so many people.
However, a song of this quality was merely purple, which surprised Su Yu.
And "Qing Hua Ci" was the pinnacle of traditional Chinese style. The fact that its lyrics were included in textbooks indicated its explosive quality.
As for "Yong Bu Shi Lian De Ai," although not as powerful as the other two, it was definitely a high-quality song in this world.
A complete win!
He decided. He would give Lin Yan Yu "Qing Hua Ci"!
Champion?
That's just a matter of talking, isn't it?
"Zhang Yang!"
"Zhao De!"
"Zhou Tao!"
Su Yu got out of bed.
"What's up?" Zhang Yang, woken up, rubbed the drool from the corner of his mouth inexplicably.
"What do you want?"
"Su Yu, what's going on?"
Zhao De and Zhou Tao also opened their eyes.
"Let's go eat barbecue!" Su Yu dragged them along.
"Holy crap, what are you freaking out about in the middle of the night..."
Muttering curses, Zhang Yang still got out of bed.
"Let's go! I want to eat dried tofu!"
"Tofu skin is forever god!"
As soon as Zhao De and the other two heard about food, their spirits perked up.
"Eat whatever you want, I'm treating today!" Su Yu said generously, waving his hand.
"Long live Brother Yu!"
"Then I won't be polite!"
Zhao De and the other two flipped over and got up.
The four roommates, wearing flip-flops, headed out the door.
"Su Yu, do you still have money to treat?" On the corridor, Zhang Yang's voice was filled with doubt.
After a moment of silence, Su Yu's voice rang out: "I'm treating, Zhang Yang pays."
"Damn!"
The lights on the entire floor were illuminated by this beautiful verb.
...
Girls' dormitory.
"Yan Yu, do you think spending so much money this time is worth it?"
Manager Li Fang was still rambling on.
During the day, she and Lin Yan Yu went to Xing Hui and discovered that the person called Ting Yu was actually a junior producer.
She had almost given up, but unexpectedly, Lin Yan Yu was very persistent.
Not only did she want Ting Yu to write songs for her, but she also proactively increased the price to that of a senior producer.
Wasn't this just being rich and foolish?
"Sister Fang, do you think a junior producer can write a song like 'Hou Lai'?"
Lin Yan Yu was in a good mood, but her manager's constant nagging was starting to annoy her.
"It's true that 'Hou Lai' is a very good song. Perhaps he just had a burst of inspiration and wrote it, and his actual level isn't that high?"
Some producers, in a burst of inspiration, suddenly wrote songs that surpassed their own level.
Although this situation was rare, it had happened before.
"I don't think so. A burst of inspiration can't bridge such a huge gap."
Lin Yan Yu still firmly believed that this Ting Yu was just an alt account of some big shot.
"Sigh... it's useless to talk about this now, but you were really impulsive this time. We should have seen the work before paying."
"Sister Fang, stop talking. For people with talent, we should give them respect."
Lin Yan Yu interrupted her manager.
Her principle was like this: as long as she recognized someone, she would trust them without reservation.
However, not many people could earn her recognition.
Su Yu was one, and this producer named Ting Yu was another.
Manager Li Fang knew Lin Yan Yu's temperament and could only hang up the phone helplessly.
...
The Confession Season officially began.
On the homepage of Net Cloud Music, a dedicated section was created to promote this event.
Moreover, Douyin, China's largest short video app, also had a Confession Season event window on its homepage.
The Confession Song Chart was updated in real-time based on the number of song plays.
The covers by various influencers and the creation of short videos also brought considerable playback volume to the songs.
Xing Hui Composition Department.
Zhao Yuan and a group of composers were present.
"Director Zhao, what are we here for?"
"We're all here, why don't we see Su Yu?"
Everyone asked curiously.
"The Confession Season has begun."
Zhao Yuan looked at everyone and said plainly.
"And then?"
"We're not participating..."
"Director Zhao, you should be looking for that kid Su Yu now that the Confession Season has started."
Old Yuan leaned against the desk, smiling.
"The promotional resources I applied for from the higher-ups were not approved," Zhao Yuan continued.
"It's not normal that it wasn't approved? Director Zhao, it's not that I, Old Yuan, am stingy, but I was already envious of the promotional resources you gave to 'Hou Lai' before."
Old Yuan spread his hands. In his opinion, although Su Yu was talented, Zhao Yuan had given him too much.
Before, that song was promoted as if it were by a senior producer.
It was within his expectations that the higher-ups wouldn't agree this time.
"I don't care. If the higher-ups don't provide resources, then our Composition Department will promote it ourselves."
Zhao Yuan shook her head.
"How do we promote it?"
"We don't have the channels..."
Everyone was even more confused.
"Everyone in the Composition Department should retweet the song on Weibo, and then have your artist friends make short videos using Su Yu's song."
"The more people who post, the more lenient I will be with the standards during the year-end assessment."
"So, for your year-end bonuses, everyone get moving."
After Zhao Yuan finished speaking, she turned and left.
Leaving a group of people standing there, dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, it can be like this???"
"Director Zhao is actually going to such lengths to help Su Yu promote himself. Is he your relative?"
"What should we do, should we post it or not?"
"Post it, of course, we have to post it for the year-end assessment!"
"Who would pass up money? For the year-end bonus, I'll have my relatives retweet it!"
...