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Cai Kun opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a moment.

He was still feeling apprehensive when he first entered the room.

Am I capable of handling the song Fang Yu gave me?

Will this resource be wasted?

Now he has only one thought.

I can become one with this song!

Mr. Zhang leaned back in his chair, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"This song is good."

After saying that,

He himself felt that the word "not bad" was too understated.

That's more than just good.

This song is clearly designed to steal the spotlight on the debut stage!

Mr. Zhang pointed to the computer screen.

"Lively, catchy, and with a strong rhythm."

"As long as the stage choreography is up to par, the performance will definitely be explosive."

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and finally slammed his hand on the table.

"Then the accompaniment will start playing—"

"All the glow sticks in the audience's hands will be flung away!"

Fang Yu picked up a disposable paper cup, took a sip of water, and turned to look at Cai Kun.

"How are you feeling?"

Cai Kun snapped out of his daze, quickly walked up to him, and bowed deeply.

"Brother Yu, thank you!"

"This song...is perfect for me."

"When I heard the chorus just now, I even figured out the general framework of the dance."

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Let me gesture a bit."

Cai Kun stepped back half a step and raised his hand to count to himself.

"The chorus has a dense rhythm, and I want to leave a signature move."

"Shrug your shoulders, turn to the side, and push your shoulders forward."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped on the drumbeat, stepped back with his left foot, lowered his upper body, and pushed his shoulder forward.

The movements are still immature, but the classic silhouette is beginning to emerge.

Fang Yu stared at him for two seconds, and then a slow smile spread across his face.

That's just right.

Isn't this just the Iron Mountain Lean?

He stood up and patted Cai Kun on the shoulder.

"Keep this move; we'll arrange it according to your idea."

Cai Kun immediately stood up straight.

It's like receiving some kind of top-level certification.

"Does it really work?"

"able."

Fang Yu took a folded A4 sheet of paper out of his pocket and stuffed it into his arms.

"Also, I've thought of the stage design for you."

Cai Kun quickly unfolded it.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li also curiously came over.

There was a small figure with a middle parting drawn on the paper.

He tucked a black shirt into gray overalls, tapering the legs, and wore leather shoes.

A line of text was written next to the figure.

Hair should be parted in the middle, and the suspenders should be thin.

Old Li stared at the overalls for a long time.

"The current boy group auditions are all about either techwear or sequined suits."

"Aren't overalls...too retro?"

Mr. Zhang also frowned slightly.

"Yeah, Fang Yu, doesn't this look seem a bit too cool compared to the other trainees?"

Fang Yu waved his hand.

"Listen to me."

"That's the kind of contrast we're looking for."

"This song is extremely aggressive. If the outfits are too hardcore, the audience will get visually fatigued."

"But with this seemingly cute and retro look, he can perform the most explosive dance."

He pointed to the overalls on the sketch.

"Remember, these two straps are not decorations, they are weapons."

"When you reach the climax of the jump, coordinate with your shoulder shrug, pull up the straps, and then let them bounce back."

Cai Kun immediately pictured it in his mind, and his eyes lit up.

"I understand!"

He held the paper to his chest.

"Brother Yu, I absolutely won't let you down with this song, 'Just Because You're Too Beautiful'!"

"Um."

Fang Yu nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the door.

He took two steps, then stopped.

As if remembering something, he turned to look at Cai Kun.

"Oh, right."

His expression suddenly became somewhat subtle.

"Practice your pronunciation more, and pronounce each word more clearly."

"Otherwise, don't blame me if something goes wrong later."

Cai Kun: ?

Old Li: ?

Mr. Zhang: ?

The three looked at each other in bewilderment.

Cai Kun opened his mouth, wanting to ask why this was emphasized in particular.

His Mandarin is quite standard.

Having attended high school in California, my English pronunciation is excellent.

The parts of the song that switch between Chinese and English were not difficult for him at all.

Why is Brother Yu making that expression...?

It seems like you're worried about something very serious?

"Brother Yu, my pronunciation is pretty standard."

"Standard training is also required."

Fang Yu had already opened the office door, and without turning his head, waved his hand.

"The song is delivered, and the work is done."

"The rest are yours."

The door closed.

The footsteps faded away down the corridor.

Cai Kun stood there, holding the A4 paper, stunned for a few seconds.

Look down at the little figure in the center-parted overalls on the paper.

Then look at the audio waveform that is still lit up on the computer screen.

He took a deep breath.

He turned around and nodded to General Manager Zhang and Old Li.

"Mr. Zhang, Ms. Li, I'm going to the practice room now."

Without waiting for a response, she grabbed the paper and ran out the door.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor and then fell silent.

Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li exchanged a glance.

Mr. Zhang picked up his thermos and took a sip of tea.

"This kid has potential."

Old Li leaned back in his chair and stared at the audio waveform on the computer screen for a while.

He has been a music producer for over a decade.

I've seen people who create quickly, and I've seen people with a wide range of styles.

But someone like Fang Yu is indeed rare.

I just finished writing "Don't Listen to Slow Songs When You're Sad" a few days ago.

He then pulled out a popular song from his first talent show performance.

The quality of each song is ridiculously high.

Like things that grew out of different brains.

Old Li took off his glasses, wiped them, and suppressed the idea.

forget about it.

Thinking about it any further would be detrimental to one's professional beliefs.

……

Conference room on the 18th floor of Huace Film & TV headquarters building.

The blinds blocked out the sunlight, and the tablet on the conference table was lit up, with the data curve rising steadily.

Liu Yifei leaned back in the large leather chair, her long hair casually tied behind her head.

The photoshoot, which had just ended after several hours, was still in progress. She hadn't changed out of her dark blue haute couture trench coat, her long legs crossed, and she held a transparent glass in her right hand.

The conference room door opened.

Sister Hong walked in, carrying a thick stack of documents.

The document landed on the long conference table with a dull thud.

"Pepsi's final solution has arrived."

Sister Hong pulled out a chair and sat down, her hand swiping across the tablet screen.

"The distribution channels for upcoming spring blockbusters will be doubled across the board."

"The dates for six offline brand promotion events in key cities have also been set."

"The data for 'Now' is steadily increasing, and brands are optimistic about your conversion rate."

"The Asia-Pacific regional head held a meeting overnight and raised your promotion priority to the highest level."

Liu Yifei took a sip of water and didn't interrupt her.

Sister Hong spun the tablet halfway around, and the data display stopped in front of Liu Yifei.

"Even the company's top management couldn't sit still."

"They initially thought your foray into singing was just a trial run."

"Nobody expected that the first song would reach number two on the hot songs chart."

She opened another internal document.

"The music department suggests pushing you towards becoming an all-around singer-songwriter."

"Taking advantage of this wave of popularity, I'll collect songs and release a physical EP by the end of the year."

Liu Yifei put the glass back on the table.

The bottom of the cup lightly touches the solid wood tabletop.

"No EP release."

Hong Jie stopped swiping on the tablet.

Liu Yifei opened the proposal, glanced at the table of contents, and then closed it.

"I've only released one song, and that's not enough to fill an album."

"In order to ride the wave of popularity, we released a few songs to complete the EP, but in the end, we lost the audience's recognition of 'Right Now'."

She pushed the document back in front of Sister Hong.

"This plan is withdrawn."

The meeting room fell silent.

Sister Hong looked at her but didn't rush to persuade her.

The outside world has already labeled Liu Yifei with several terms: "actress crossing over", "singer-songwriter", and "all-around artist".

Huace also wants to capitalize on this momentum and solidify this brand image.

But Liu Yifei knew better than anyone else.

The lyrics and music for "Right Now" are by Fang Yu.

Those thirteen transitions between true and falsetto were also learned through repeated practice with Fang Yu.

She can handle this achievement.

She can't just take away the title of singer-songwriter talent.