Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

"When practicing, it's always about the same, so when it comes to the crucial moment, it's always just a little bit off."

Yu Wei's guidance wasn't strict, but his casual jokes still created a lot of pressure, making it hard for Tong Yulu and the others to slack off.

Not only were they given opportunities, but they were also personally supervised on-site. Their slacking off was not only unfair to themselves, but also a betrayal of Yu Wei's careful cultivation.

It's impossible not to be touched that a top-tier celebrity is willing to hang out with this group of little Karami fans...

They are top-tier stars, second only to superstars, and are considered the first tier in China, a role model in the industry.

Yes, even someone as strong as Yu Wei is still some distance from being a superstar. Don't be fooled by the fact that superstars are everywhere and superstars are flying all over the place in entertainment novels; there are only a handful of real superstars.

A top-tier artist is required to have nationwide fame and possess "monumental" or sensational works. Yu Wei has many works and is currently a super-top-tier artist.

For a superstar, it's not just about having great works and influence; it also requires a prestigious industry standing and international recognition.

Yu Wei has a decent international reputation, but his main weakness lies in his industry standing, a disadvantage stemming from his youth...

Seniority is an insurmountable obstacle in the entertainment industry. What matters is the flow of talent, not the success of a celebrity. It's useless for a star to be a dragon or phoenix; the real test is who lives the longest.

The step he's missing is actually the simplest one; it's hardly a bottleneck. As long as his studio takes off and makes a splash in the industry, it will be hard for him not to be recognized.

For Yu Wei, becoming a Heavenly King is only a matter of time.

Those who have the qualifications but lack national recognition, or those who have national recognition but lack representative works, are truly just one step away from the limit, like an insurmountable chasm. Their upper limit is just there.

"Go for it, King Qi!"

"Are you swearing?"

Qi Yuan, who was getting familiar with the new song, turned around in surprise. In fact, he heard it clearly; the way it was addressed really touched his heart.

Comfortable!

If I could be surrounded by people calling me a superstar every day, I'd be willing to eat instant noodles without the seasoning packet...

He tried his best to control his expression, but the corners of his mouth just wouldn't listen and kept turning upwards, higher and higher, until he couldn't suppress them.

After being shouted at by Yu Wei, Qi Yuan's back pain and leg pain disappeared, and he had more energy to practice. He felt that slacking off for even a minute would be a desecration of the Heavenly King!

Yu Wei didn't expect his casual joke to have such a good effect, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Gradually, he discovered that everyone present had their own unique way of motivating others. Qi Yuan liked to be flattered, while Zhang Lingye couldn't stand being played with emotions.

Old Zhang is shameless; praise him or scold him if you want, but a simple "brothers are in our hearts" can instantly make him serious, not wanting to embarrass his brothers.

Are you trying to romance this character?

After following him for a while, Qi Luoan finally understood. This kid was a master of PUA. One minute he was praising Chi Leying for being serious, and the next minute he was telling Tong Yulu, "You're much better than Chi Leying!"

Are you trying to fool everyone like children? I, the poet, will eat this.

The key is that they actually fall for it. If others said this, they would call it flattery, but could Yu Wei really fool them?
Yu Wei had no reason to lie to them; this must be the truth.

Seeing everyone practicing more and more seriously, Qi Luoan felt like he was dreaming. Maybe he should just give up on selling albums and sell some health supplements instead...

Ultimately, it's because they already trusted Yu Wei. The same words worked on the succubus, but not necessarily on the goblins.

"What about mine?"

Everyone else has already given her some encouragement, so why not give her a few words too? She still doesn't have the motivation to practice...

"Once I've mastered this song, I'll come to your house for dinner."

Upon hearing this, Qi Luoan was momentarily stunned, and couldn't help but recall the time they held hands while washing dishes in the kitchen. Although holding hands became the norm afterward, that time still seemed to be the most memorable.

Does that mean it's more exciting to do things secretly under your parents' noses?

"A word is settled!"

If Qi Luoan remembers correctly, Yu Wei hasn't been to her room yet. Her boudoir is a great place, perfect for a battlefield...

The hotel was too hasty, and I can't go back to Shanghai anytime soon. Home is just right, a place where warmth and excitement coexist, and the past and future intertwine.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place. She needs to find a day when Old Qi is fishing and her mother is working overtime, and then...

I'm so excited just thinking about it! Now I have to practice really hard.

"I told you to practice, why are you as red as a persimmon?"

Yu Wei squinted and stared for a long time, feeling that her thoughts had wandered to some strange place. She was so imaginative; no wonder she was an online novelist.

"I'm so excited to be on the Spring Festival Gala."

Unable to hide his embarrassment, Qi Luoan simply got up and went to practice singing. Little rascal, I'll sing you to death today!

The programs that Yu Wei arranged for them were all quite suitable, among which the most difficult was undoubtedly Fei Hong's "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty".

This song not only requires a powerful presence but also a section of Peking Opera singing. He decided to find a professional teacher, not necessarily someone who would teach him in great depth, just someone who could sing the song well.

Seeing that everyone was getting into the swing of things, Yu Wei wasn't idle either. He still had to write for the fake Spring Festival Gala. He had been helping them prepare songs for the past few days, and the fake Spring Festival Gala program was far from enough.

Despite the recent decline in Spring Festival Gala sketches, he still plans to start with sketches and create more to make everyone laugh.

Yu Wei was not biased; he selected one classic work from each of those comedy masters, and they could put together a performance that would last an hour.

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"Yu Wei has gone mad!"

The reader, looking at the five short pieces in the new chapter, fell into deep thought. Adding to the previous two, this book now boasts seven original short pieces. Isn't this crossing over a bit too far...?

Tapping into something new and testing the waters is what it means to cross boundaries. Yu Wei's behavior should be called disrupting the event. Writing seven short plays in one go, is he even human?
Even though they had deep doubts about Yu Wei's sketches, they were still a bit bewildered by so many. Did this guy not have any creative block?

Even when writing history, it's not easy to write this much in one go...

"It's over, it's over, Yu Wei probably has to change careers."

"That's really an exaggeration. There are more songs in the novel than in the Spring Festival Gala. Is this utterly insane?"

"Comedy master, when did you arrive?!"

Even with their deep trust in Yu Wei, they were starting to lose their composure. Everyone could understand him trying something new, but writing so much at once was a bit overwhelming.

People still prefer to see Yu Wei produce some high-quality songs and write a bunch of short skits, which is quite different from their expectations.

Yu Wei, are you really going to betray music?
To put it kindly, this is putting the cart before the horse; to put it bluntly, it's losing sight of one's original intentions. One must never forget one's roots...

If someone dares to try writing a short skit, they might actually be quite good, but if they manage to squeeze out so many at once, how good can they be?
Comedy master and sketch comedy king only bring one program to the Spring Festival Gala every year, but this guy does it all at once, bringing seven.

You're even better than comedy masters!
"Write a few more, there's no paper left in the village toilet."

"There are usually only seven or eight comedy sketches on the Spring Festival Gala each year. Yu Wei is trying to match the pace of the Spring Festival Gala sketches."

"That's interesting. It's better to be angry and laugh than not to laugh."

It just goes to show that there's a limit to how much trust netizens have. If someone goes into this kind of crossover and does it like this, it's impossible to believe them. Even real comedy masters don't produce this much content.

They strongly suspect that Yu Wei is engaging in performance art, using his own body to satirize the Spring Festival Gala in a bizarre and ironic way.

Yu Weigang received a call from Sister Liu shortly after updating his blog. This time, he had really gone too far. Not only did netizens not believe him, but the company didn't believe him either.

Not only Liu Ning was on the other end of the phone, but Song Yiwen was also there. The seven consecutive calls really scared Firefly Chinese, and they had to do emergency public relations.

The online atmosphere cannot withstand the test. If any of these pretentious actions result in a poor quality product, Yu Wei will be criticized.

Why bother?
Even if he really is talented, he shouldn't have done so much all at once. Couldn't he have taken it slow? He's such a prodigy...

The chapter has already been published, and it's too late to stop it now. The company's public relations team is already in place to give Yu Wei a piece of their mind.

Just say that these skits were made up by Yu Wei to advance the plot of the novel, and that he would not actually release them. You know, not all works can reflect reality.

"But I really finished writing it."

Yu Wei's honest answer confused Liu Ning and Song Yiwen. Of course, they knew that Yu Wei had already written it down, so this was just trying to mislead them.

"What we mean is that you can optimize it and release it gradually in the future, instead of releasing it all at once."

The company's meaning is very clear: they can't trust a thing. Their foray into new industries is too drastic, making it hard to believe.

To put it simply, Yu Wei's only published narrative work so far is a short film called "The Tuner," which has absolutely nothing to do with comedy.

Without successful examples to refer to, even the most ardent and filial son, Yu Weixiao, doesn't know how to boast, let alone netizens and casual observers.

They would rather believe that Yu Wei performed seven times in one night than believe that all seven skits he produced in one go were of high quality.

If "Goodbye Mr. Loser" had already been released, people's expectations for it would be much higher; it's still too sudden now.

"I know it well."

Good or bad is relative. Under normal circumstances, Yu Wei would not dare to do this. Times have changed, and excellent works from the past are not necessarily popular now.

But he dared to compete with the Spring Festival Gala, because the Spring Festival Gala's skits were really a mess, and even if times had changed, his works could easily crush them.

He might seem like he's playing with fire, but he's actually quite steady; after all, the Spring Festival Gala skits were so bad they were reassuring...

Times have changed. Classics may not be as good as they were back then, but they can still easily beat the worst of the worst. There's no reason not to be confident.

"Even if you say so..."

Song Yiwen sighed. People who crash and burn never think they'll crash and burn; they still couldn't be convinced by Yu Wei's one-sided story.

After all, the company and he are partners. Who would want to see their partner jump into a fire pit?

"7 has always been my lucky number."

Yu Wei made a joke to lighten the mood, and then explained, "How about this, I'll show you after I've filmed it, and I'll post it if there are no problems."

This kind of thing is all about mutual understanding and respect. Although no one can stop Yu Wei from posting it without considering the consequences, it's not appropriate to make the company worry about him.

"Thank you for understanding."

After a long silence, Song Yiwen couldn't help but ask, "Are you confident?"

The previous question was asked on behalf of the company, but the last question was from a friend's perspective. As long as Yu Wei is confident, she can set aside reason and not talk about it.

"Each skit has a 10% chance of success, which adds up to 70%."

Who taught you to do math like that?
However, she was relieved to hear that Yu Wei could still joke around, because she was afraid he was just showing off.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Wei was met with a row of wide-eyed stares from his classmates who had finished their practice.

"I want to act! Count me in!"

They remained steadfastly on Yu Wei's side, after all, they had read Yu Wei's sketch scripts.

Seven consecutive high-quality matches are definitely more likely than seven times in one night. (End of Chapter)