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

Chapter 6: The Loss of Never Being a Star

There are only two days left until the farewell performance.

Why do celebrities always care about ratings?, Chapter 10, My Love Will Bloom on the Windowsill, Read 32.

Yu Wei needs at least seventy more readers to receive the song...

People who spend a lot of time online might not have a good grasp of the number of people, but being surrounded by more than seventy people offline is like being surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

Although he is still alive, he has actually been dead for a while.

Where can I find so many people...?

Don't be fooled by the hundreds of thousands of viewers who tune in to the main characters' live streams in entertainment novels. In real life, how easy is it to find someone like that?
Netizens aren't randomly generated NPCs; they don't have time to revolve around you.

These days, handing out seventy flyers on the street takes ages, let alone finding someone to read a novel... Even if he could find someone, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to ask.

If someone fails, they should be aware of their failure. It's fine if they secretly write history themselves, but it's wrong for them to force others to write history for them.

If there's absolutely no other way, you can only try to artificially inflate your data, but doing so is quite risky and getting banned is not worth it. It's a last resort and unnecessary unless absolutely necessary.

Yu Wei decided to wait and see. There were still two days until the performance, and what if the data would be enough when new readers arrived tomorrow?

"It feels so familiar."

It seems like I used to think the same way when I failed miserably, always hoping that tomorrow would be better, only to be disappointed the next day.

If only I had my own fans, they could come and support me, and getting 100 followers would be a piece of cake.

Wait, it seems there really is one...

Yu Wei is at least a member of a boy band, so even if he plays it badly, he'll still have some fans.

He opened Weibo after a long time and found that his account "RUIKO1-余惟" had 100,000 followers and 4000 people in his super topic.

In the entertainment industry, 100,000 followers are practically equivalent to being unknown, let alone a boy band whose data is often heavily inflated...

Of his 100,000 followers, at most 40,000 to 50,000 are real people; a large portion of them are probably just group fans who followed all the members of the team on a whim.

I estimate that my fans are only a few people in my super topic. Over the years, those four thousand people have either left or scattered, and it would be good if I could find a few dozen now.

Fortunately, I don't need many; a few dozen will suffice.

His fans are called "Little Squid," and even four thousand squids can't make a fuss. When he debuted in place of the person whose career collapsed, his fan club was completely overrun by that person's fans...

In their eyes, their brother was set up by capital, and Yu Wei was the prince who rose to power through capital.

Whose son has 100,000 followers?
Those people must have known he was just a substitute, but they couldn't do anything about the company and were unwilling to admit their brother's downfall, so they could only vent their anger on him, the easy target.

His own fans were no match for him; they were utterly defeated and dared not utter a sound.

His debut battle completely shattered his fanbase; otherwise, he would have had even more fans...

Yu Wei remained silent for a long time before finally logging off Weibo.

I was really confused. Fans and entertainment readers are two completely unrelated groups. True fans don't read entertainment, and entertainment readers don't follow celebrities.

Extreme female fans would explode if they read male-oriented entertainment novels, right? How could their idol be a minor villain in a novel? They couldn't stand it anymore and reported it…

Demons and monsters should stay away from ruining the novel's atmosphere.

Even if we lack readers, we can't just hire anyone; we can't let a wolf into the house.

"Oh dear, what should we do now?"

In the past half hour, the number of followers has only increased by one. At this rate, even leaving the fandom won't get it past 100.

"What do you mean, what to do..."

Qi Yuan's sudden appearance interrupted Yu Wei's thoughts. He walked into the dance studio and handed over a bottle of energy drink.

"Drink more, because you won't be able to get free drinks from the company anymore."

"Hard to say……"

Yu Wei unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp. He still had a chance to stay for the time being, but as time went on, the probability of that was decreasing.

"Tsk, tsk."

Qi Yuan sensed that Yu Wei was acting a little differently.

He used to be easygoing and laid-back, but now, although Yu Wei still doesn't do anything serious, there's a certain energy in his every move.

A determined and relentless drive with a clear goal.

This is what happens when you pounce too much...

"Never mind, you can keep playing. I need to go practice my singing."

What are you singing?

Yu Wei didn't understand music and was just asking casually. Little did he know that his unintentional remark would lead to a terrifying message.

"Wait until the program schedule is released tonight, then you can see for yourself!" Qi Yuan said this and left, leaving Yu Wei standing there dumbfounded...

Program schedule, and more program schedule!
Yes, it's the night of disbandment, the farewell performance. How could there be no program for the performance?
Moreover, since the performance will be streamed online, the program will definitely be released in advance to attract viewers.

Once the program schedule is released, what song he has to sing is completely set; even if he gets the song later, he can't change it...

In the end, he still suffered because he had never been a celebrity.

In entertainment novels, if the protagonist doesn't speak, no one knows what he's going to sing, and the audience's minds go blank as they wait for him to sing.

Whether it's a variety show, competition, gala, or concert, no one knows the song title before the main performer appears.

It's obvious that it's impossible.

These days, which serious performance doesn't have a program, and which competition doesn't announce the song selections?

The entertainment industry is so wicked! It's not like what's written in the books!
Yu Weizhen was being somewhat presumptuous, to the point that he hadn't considered this matter at all. Ultimately, he was an amateur.

Entertainment novels have ruined me!

The program schedule will be announced tonight, which means that if he wants to change his song, this is his last chance.

"Oh shit."

He was originally thinking of waiting and seeing if the data would improve in the next day or two, but the data had to be settled today, so there was no point in waiting anymore.

Reading 33 consecutively, none of them went up.

Yu Wei felt a chill run down his spine, and the cold sweat seeping from his back caused him to shiver in the middle of summer when the air conditioner blew on him.

Luckily I asked, otherwise if I had just waited until tomorrow or the day after to ask, it would have been too late...

Even if he had a hundred readers, it would be impossible in two or three more days, let alone today.

But Yu Wei wasn't entirely without options.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

"It seems we have no choice but to use...that move!"

He may not understand celebrities, but he does understand authors.

Even those who fail have their own way of surviving.

Yu Wei opened his novel. He wouldn't normally use this tactic, but this was a special situation, and he had to act expediently in an emergency.

Look closely, this move isn't cool at all; it's even a bit pathetic.

He clicked the share button and forwarded the link to the author group: "Brothers, please help me read it."

Then, 100 small red envelopes will be given as a bonus.

There are risks involved in manipulating data, so he can at least find someone to click on it for him, right?

Without readers, he has no peers?

It's said that competitors are enemies, and Yu Wei doesn't deny it. He doesn't know if they can get rich together, but at least they can share hardships...

In the online literature world, established writers may be jealous of each other, but those who fail at writing generally appreciate each other.

People are quite friendly to newcomers, especially to newcomers like him who are willing to spend money to boost their data.

Boosting stats is detrimental to newcomers in every way. Inflated stats don't lie about skill; they'll still fail eventually, and in the end, they might not even recoup their investment.

To put it bluntly, such naive and innocent newcomers can't ruin everyone's livelihoods or pose a threat, so everyone will lend a hand.

There's no competition between those who fail at the game, so they naturally appreciate each other.

If someone with good grades posts a link, they might get reported...

Yu Wei's book is only 20,000 words long, and it's not time to put on a strong performance yet. At this point, boosting the data is useless and may even be a side effect.

Asking your peers to click on data is fine, but actually manipulating the numbers is suicidal.

Yu Wei was forced into a corner; otherwise, he wouldn't have wasted this money.

The group members were bragging, and when they saw Yu Wei's new book, they just assumed he was a clueless newbie and casually clicked on it.

Two kind-hearted authors offered him some advice, but Yu Wei did not reply, though he silently kept their kindness in his heart.

Soon after, all 100 red envelopes were claimed, but the number of follow-up reads only increased by about 30.

"You only want the red envelopes but won't help, huh!"

He deliberately sent out extra money because he was afraid some people would take the red envelopes and run away. He didn't expect there to be so many cunning people in the group. They're really despicable.

He really couldn't do anything about it; it was his own fault for being so lacking in data...

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(End of this chapter)