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Three days later, in the afternoon.

Beijing, CCTV building.

The glass revolving door refracted the afternoon sunlight at three o'clock.

The marble floor of the lobby was so shiny that it reflected people's images. Staff members walked quickly, wearing name tags around their necks, and spoke in hushed tones.

The whole building exudes a serious atmosphere.

Fang Yu raised his hand and tugged at the dark blue tie around his neck.

Today he wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, making him look tall and sharp.

It was this tie that made him feel uneasy.

"Who invented this rag strip anyway?"

He muttered to himself, then reached for his tie again.

"It's so tight that I don't get enough blood to my brain."

"Don't move."

A fair hand reached out and slapped his hand away.

Today, Liu Yifei wore a beige fitted business suit, her long hair was tied up, and her makeup was clean and fresh.

Cool and sophisticated.

Standing in the CCTV lobby, his demeanor blended perfectly with the surrounding atmosphere.

She straightened Fang Yu's tie and reminded her in a low voice.

"This is CCTV, and you'll find teachers and seniors everywhere here."

"Seriously."

"I've always been very serious."

Fang Yu immediately straightened his back, placed his hands together in front of his lower abdomen, and stiffened into a standard greeting male model pose.

"Will this work?"

Liu Yifei almost couldn't help but laugh.

She pursed her lips, suppressing the slight smile, and continued to maintain the aloofness befitting a national goddess.

"Let's go, Director Li is waiting for us in the conference room on the ninth floor."

Liu Yifei walked forward in high heels.

Fang Yu followed beside her, and the two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Along the way, many CCTV employees couldn't help but take a second look.

One was tall and handsome, the other was aloof and stunningly beautiful.

This combination is indeed eye-catching.

The elevator slowly ascended.

Ninth floor.

In front of the conference room, Planner Chen was already waiting in the corridor.

Upon seeing the two, he quickly went to greet them.

"Xiao Fang, Yi Fei, you've arrived just in time."

Chen, the planner, pushed open the door.

Inside, director Li Rui was drinking tea from a thermos.

"Hello, Director Li."

"Hello Director Li, hello Teacher Chen."

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei greeted each other at the same time.

Li Rui put down his cup and pointed to the chair opposite him.

"Sit down, don't be shy."

Fang Yu pulled out a chair and sat down, then casually took a silver USB drive from his pocket and pushed it to the center of the conference table.

"Director Li, let's talk."

Li Rui's gaze fell on the USB drive, but he didn't immediately pick it up.

He raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Three and a half days?"

He looked at Fang Yu, his eyes showing a hint of surprise.

"Both songs, lyrics, music, and arrangement, are they all finished?"

That speed is indeed too fast.

Even the most experienced production team at the station would find it very difficult to produce two high-quality demos with ready-made lyrics in just three and a half days.

Not to mention that Fang Yu handled everything by himself.

Being fast is sometimes a skill.

But going too fast can easily make you appear unstable.

Liu Yifei sat upright to the side, her hands folded on her knees, a smile on her face.

But inwardly, I rolled my eyes.

Three and a half days?

Where did this three and a half days come from?

This guy actually did the work, even though it only took him a day and a half.

She still remembers the scene from last night very clearly.

That is, the night after she visited him at the apartment, kissed him, and ran away.

It's 11 p.m.

Liu Yifei had just finished showering and was getting ready to go to sleep.

The doorbell was suddenly rang loudly, as if the person wouldn't give up until they broke down the door.

She looked through the peephole.

Fang Yu, wearing a black coat, stood outside the door.

The door was just opened a crack.

Fang Yu squeezed in, locked the door behind him, grabbed her waist, and kissed her.

He kissed her so hard she was dizzy and had trouble breathing.

After she finally managed to push him away, she blushed and asked him what was wrong with her.

Fang Yu slammed the USB drive onto the coffee table.

"You set the fire and ran away yesterday!"

"I was so eager to sing, I impulsively wrote both songs!"

"The rewards must be settled today!"

Thinking of this, Liu Yifei's ears felt slightly hot.

She subtly shifted her legs and gently nudged Fang Yu under the conference table.

"Director Li, we are a bit rushed."

Fang Yu's expression remained unchanged, even showing a hint of nonchalance.

"Please listen to this first, and I'll correct anything that's not right on the spot."

Li Rui glanced at him for two seconds.

He then picked up the USB drive and plugged it into the laptop on the conference table.

Connect the speakers and click play.

The meeting room fell silent instantly.

The first song is a male vocal piece sung by Fang Yu.

The moment the prelude begins.

Li Rui had just brought the thermos to his lips, the tea touching his lower lip, when he silently put it back on the table.

Planner Chen was flipping through the backup plan documents in his hand, but after listening to the first verse, he closed those pages and gently pushed them aside.

Three and a half minutes later.

The second track is a demo of a female vocal piece sung by Liu Yifei.

Another four minutes.

The music stopped.

Planner Chen took off his glasses and rubbed the corners of his eyes.

Li Rui didn't say anything.

He unplugged the USB drive and put it in his suit's inner pocket.

Then, he picked up the "Backup Choral Singing Plan for the May Fourth Youth Evening" from the table, turned around and walked to the paper shredder.

Click.

The document was stuffed in, and the machine started whirring.

The long-prepared backup plan was gradually shredded by sharp gears.

Li Rui clapped his hands and turned around.

He looked at Fang Yu and Liu Yifei.

"You two, please take good care of your voices these next few days."

See you on May 4th.

……

Time flies.

May 4th.

evening.

Backstage at CCTV Studio One.

There are less than two hours left until the May Fourth Youth Gala is broadcast live nationwide.

The long, narrow corridor was packed with people from all walks of life.

The university student choir, dressed in matching outfits, made the most of their last moments to rehearse their positions.

The assistant director held the script, checking the flow again and again.

The photographer carried his equipment back and forth.

Even the young artists who had their own dressing rooms mostly looked nervous.

This is a national stage.

If anyone sings off-key, cracks their voice, or forgets their lyrics during a live broadcast across the country, they're guaranteed a spot on tomorrow's trending topics.

in the corner.

A talent show champion, famous for her high notes, is clutching a water bottle, her palms sweating with nervousness.

His assistant kept wiping his forehead with tissues.

At the end of the corridor is the lunchbox distribution point.

Fang Yu was wearing a specially made modified black Zhongshan suit, with the collar not fastened and the sleeves casually rolled up halfway.

He was holding a cup of goji berry tea that he had swiped from General Manager Zhang, leaning against the folding table, chatting animatedly with the logistics guy.

"Uncle, please listen to me."

Fang Yu raised his chin and pointed to the aluminum alloy insulated bucket next to him.

"The Kung Pao Chicken sauce was thickened too early."

"The meat is all stuck together; this isn't stir-frying, it's like making a paste."

The logistics guy, wearing a mask and wielding a large iron ladle, looked like he'd met an expert.

"Hey kid, you know what I mean!"

"I've told the kitchen staff so many times that the sauce can't be added until the heat is right."

"They insist that the 'iron rice bowl' system is efficient!"

Just then.

A slight commotion came from the direction of the dressing room, and many artists who were rehearsing their lines looked up.

A long, crescent-white embroidered dress.

Liu Yifei came out of the dressing room.

The skirt has layers upon layers, and the chest is embroidered with delicate white magnolias in silver thread.

She simply walked over quietly.

The previously tense and oppressive backstage area seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Several young trainees were stunned, and even forgot to continue practicing their movements.

Sister Hong followed behind Liu Yifei, holding a glass of warm water in her hand, and kept giving her instructions.

"Yifei, don't let the atmosphere of the event distract you when you go up there."

"If the in-ear monitor is not working properly, give a hand signal immediately..."

Sister Hong was genuinely nervous.

This is Liu Yifei's first time appearing on a major CCTV gala as a singer.

Liu Yifei stopped and looked towards the area where the boxed meals were being distributed.

She watched as Fang Yu waved goodbye to the logistics guy and then swayed as he walked towards her.

The man's face still had that same smug, relaxed look.

You'd never guess he was about to face hundreds of millions of viewers across the country.