With the film crew's cameras present, Su Yu and Shen Jinghong stopped playing games. After all, it would set a bad example and be easily misinterpreted.
Even with Su Yu's current status, many people were still watching him.
Especially the overseas capital, which wished they could send him directly into an abyss.
However, they couldn't find any dirt on Su Yu.
"Oh!" Su Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Old Shen, I've got inspiration!"
"Really? That's amazing! Hurry and write it down, don't forget later!" Shen Jinghong feigned surprise.
However.
The audience called their clumsy acting 0.5 out of 5.
But when the camera zoomed in and they actually saw Su Yu opening the software and creating a new file, everyone was stunned.
Su Yu was actually starting to create it!
"Um... aren't you going to ask about my comfortable vocal range?" Shen Jinghong finally asked after some hesitation.
It wasn't that he didn't believe in Su Yu's abilities; he was afraid Su Yu would deliberately mess with him, write a song that would kill him to sing, and he'd have to sing it.
Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became resentful.
"Are you telling me what to do? Then you do it?" Su Yu naturally guessed his thoughts and couldn't help but roll his eyes.
This Old Shen was good in every way, except his vigilance was too high. Was he that kind of person?
Just based on the fact that he had carried him through gunfire after he had fallen, Su Yu wouldn't deliberately mess with him.
Although it was useless and they died in the end.
But carrying a gun together was similar to... sharing a room, right? They were good friends, weren't they?
"Cough, cough... You do it, feel free to mess with me, I never doubt your ability!" Shen Jinghong coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.
He felt that if he agreed, Su Yu would not hesitate to let him do it.
Although he could write, there was no need.
He didn't want his fans to attack him.
"Don't worry, I won't write carelessly. It won't be too difficult for you to make a mistake and affect my ranking," Su Yu joked.
Shen Jinghong's eyebrows shot up: "Brother, although I can't compare to you in songwriting, in singing..."
He was about to say that he could definitely sing better than Su Yu, but then he thought again.
Damn it!
He couldn't sing better either!
Who in the current Chinese music scene could sing better than this pervert Su Yu?
All-around singer, versatile voice, capable of handling various styles.
Even veteran singers would have a hard time!
For a moment.
The lounge fell silent.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Shen Jinghong didn't know whether to speak or not.
"Old Shen, if you have nothing else to do, go watch that story and try to get into the mood. I'm planning to write this song from the girl's perspective this time, but as a male voice, you need some reflection to sing it with that feeling," Su Yu said as he edited the file, as if he hadn't heard him, and musical instruments began to play from the speakers.
Generally, for more detailed arrangements, you would need someone to record the accompaniment live, but with such a short time, it was impossible. Arranging with software was enough.
"Okay, no problem." Shen Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he took out his phone and exited the game preparation screen.
He opened that video.
Su Yu also continued his arrangement. He had previously customized the master-level arrangement skill, and operating the software was incredibly simple. Various musical instruments could be heard from the lounge at times.
Shen Jinghong buried his head in watching the video.
"Hahaha, the interaction between these two is too funny!"
"Who would have thought that Gu Yun and Ting Yu, two rivals, would be good buddies?"
"I actually think this is great. This kind of show is entertaining, and the two of them together are full of highlights."
"Indeed, I find it very impactful when these two appear together, let alone collaborating on a song."
Next.
Due to the strong demands of the audience.
The cameraman stayed in Su Yu's lounge.
Although the two of them weren't talking and the atmosphere of the show was a bit dull, the audience was still watching with great interest.
Su Yu's slender fingers flew across the keyboard, and musical instruments could be heard from the speakers from time to time.
To everyone's surprise, he didn't stop at all. In a short while, there were already dozens of tracks on the screen.
Moreover, while producing, he was humming some melodies.
"Doesn't he need to think?"
Not to mention the audience, even the production team and Shen Jinghong noticed Su Yu's situation.
Shen Jinghong pulled over a stool and sat next to Su Yu.
He saw him rapidly editing each instrument and placing it in the corresponding position, followed by a brief half-second listen.
At this moment, Su Yu was like an emotionless songwriting tool.
When the last track was placed,
Su Yu pressed the playback shortcut key on the keyboard.
"Oh, right, can this be revealed in advance?" Su Yu looked back at the staff of the production team.
"Ah?" The staff member was stunned at first, then said in shock, "Teacher Ting Yu, you've finished writing it?"
"Holy crap! You finished it??" Shen Jinghong jumped up from his stool.
After speaking, he glanced at the time.
He immediately gasped.
From start to finish, it only took twenty minutes!
"Not yet," Su Yu shook his head.
"Phew... Don't scare me," Shen Jinghong finally relaxed.
That was good.
He wasn't that abnormal.
"It hasn't been exported yet," Su Yu added.
Shen Jinghong: "???"
Production Team: "???"
Audience: "???"
Not exported yet.
Meaning it was done, and only the final export of the file remained?
Writing a song in twenty minutes was possible for producers at their level.
But the quality was unwatchable.
Moreover, writing a song based on a given story made it completely impossible.
Even the lyrics probably couldn't be written well.
But Su Yu had clearly finished.
And he was even preparing to export the file directly.
This was outrageous!
"Then we'll go to the other producers' places," the production team naturally knew that if it was really finished, it absolutely couldn't be broadcast now, as the performance was yet to come.
But.
Could it really be that fast?
The main reason was that Ting Yu's speed was too unbelievable.
"I still don't believe it."
"I feel like he just wants to deliberately make the production team leave."
"What good song can be written in twenty minutes?"
"I see Ting Yu's project file is dense, it does look like it's done."
"Don't you remember that time Ting Yu released ten square dance hits in one night? Twenty minutes might be difficult for others, but I think it should be fine for Ting Yu."
"Boring, if it's over already, what am I watching?"
"Suggest the production team reduce the creation time to one hour."
"Teacher Mo Yan: Are you being polite?"
"Teacher Jiang Qian: First of all, I didn't provoke anyone..."
Ting Yu's speed was too fast.
It made the audience find it hard to believe, but whether they believed it or not, it didn't matter, because in the end, it was about the quality of the work. Ting Yu's opponents this time were all music gods. If the quality couldn't compare to the other producers, even if he was Ting Yu, people wouldn't necessarily support him.