A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Chen Ye immediately snapped his fingers.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Lao Wang and ask for leave."

"Remember to ask him to send two cameramen to follow her," Zhou Jielun reminded him. "She promised to appear on the show last night. I think Director Wang is very stingy; he won't let her go unless he gives her some incentive."

Chen Ye gave an OK sign and turned to walk towards the control room.

We arrived at the control room.

Wang Zhengyu was staring at the monitor showing Deng Chao acting crazy, laughing so hard his back teeth were showing.

Upon hearing Chen Ye's purpose, Old Wang not only did not stop him, but readily agreed.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Wang Zhengyu waved his hand and took a sip of goji berry water from his thermos.

"Today we have Xiao Lu's stunningly beautiful heiress, Chen He's battle-worn, greasy outfit, and those three clowns, Chao Ge. The traffic has completely exploded. You guys go and work on the music. I'll send a few people to follow you. Just come back tonight and give me a big surprise."

Old Wang is shrewd.

The collaborative creative process of the three Heavenly Kings and Chen Ye, even if it only involves a few minutes of footage.

Even a pre-recorded broadcast would be a game-changer, dominating Weibo's trending topics.

Having dealt with Lao Wang, Chen Ye strolled back to the entrance of the lounge.

Just as he was about to push open the door and tell Zhou Jielun and the others to leave, a figure nimbly slipped out from the crack in the door and grabbed Chen Ye's sleeve.

It's Song Yuqi.

She looked up.

A pair of bright, large eyes stared intently at Chen Ye, with a hint of eagerness and probing.

"Where are you going?" Song Yuqi asked in a low voice, her reluctance impossible to hide.

"I had to go to the recording studio. Jielun and the others insisted on dragging me there to do some creative work." Chen Ye looked at her like a possessive kitten and reached out to pinch her cheek.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi's eyes lit up instantly.

She grabbed Chen Ye's arm with both hands, almost pressing her whole body against him.

"I want to go too!"

She bit her lower lip, speaking softly but with unusual firmness.

"Chen Ye, I don't want to be a frog in slowly boiling water anymore. I want to go with you and spend time with your friends. I'm not afraid of being criticized by your solo fans, so what are you afraid of?"

At this moment, Song Yuqi completely shed the aura of an all-around top star.

She's a little woman who's just found her true love and doesn't want to be apart from him for even a second.

Chen Ye looked at the stubbornness in her eyes.

This silly girl worked so hard to climb the social ladder so she could be worthy of him, and now that she's finally reached the top, she's willing to flip the table for him.

Since she's not afraid, why should I, a powerful guy with a system, be timid and hesitant?

However, we can't take her there yet.

Chen Ye had already devised a plan in his mind.

He grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist and pulled her to a blind spot in the surveillance camera's view.

"Be good, listen to me." Chen Ye lowered his head, his voice softening. "That's a gathering of a few grown men, you'll get bored if you go. Besides, I need to prepare something."

Song Yuqi pouted: "What is it?"

"A surprise." Chen Ye's lips curled into a smirk, a hint of roguishness in his eyes. "A killer surprise. You stay here with Old Wang and watch them go crazy, wait for me to come back, okay?"

Song Yuqi looked at the light in Chen Ye's eyes.

Although I was reluctant, I was still swayed by the word "surprise".

She gave a resigned hum.

Instead, she forcefully grabbed Chen Ye's collar and pulled him down.

"Pop".

A light kiss landed on Chen Ye's face.

"Come back soon, or I'll really go to the recording studio and drag you back!" Song Yuqi threw down these words fiercely, her ears turning red as she ran back to the dressing room.

Chen Ye stroked his chin and chuckled softly.

This woman is getting wilder and wilder.

A few minutes later.

The back gate of Hengdian World Studios.

A discreet black minivan slid off silently.

Inside the carriage, Chen Ye, Zhou Jielun, Wang Leehom, and Lin Junjie sat on leather seats.

Two cameramen wearing masks huddled in the back row, silently recording with their equipment.

"Yezi, Lao Wang has set up all the equipment."

Jay Chou grabbed a guitar from the side and casually strummed a chord.

"What exactly were you planning to do, as you mentioned last night?"

Wang Leehom also joined in.

"Yeah, the three of us each wrote half a draft last night, and we threw them all away. Why don't you finish the draft today?"

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

In his mind, the system's music library was churning wildly.

Those top-tier emo anthems that once dominated the charts and made people cry their eyes out in bed at night are all ready to go.

Chen Ye opened his eyes.

No need for a base layer.

Chen Ye looked at the three Heavenly Kings in front of him, his tone casual.

"How about I write both the lyrics and the music?"

Jay Chou's hand, which was plucking the strings, stopped.

Lin Junjie stood there, stunned.

Before they could even process what he said...

Chen Ye leaned over and snatched the guitar from Zhou Jielun's hands.

The fingers pressed down heavily on the strings.

"Moreover, after this album was released..."

Chen Ye stared at the camera.

"Let's show the Chinese entertainment industry what a 'dimensional reduction attack' really means."

Chen Ye's words silenced the three figures representing half of the Chinese music scene in the carriage.

Jay Chou's fingers trembled as he strummed the strings.

The fingernails scraped against the guitar strings, producing a harsh, grating sound.

Lin Junjie suddenly moved closer.

"No, Yezi, are you serious?" He raised his voice, "Lyrics and music included? How many songs?"

"To be precise, it's the entire album."

Chen Ye leaned back in his chair.

I changed to a more comfortable position.

His tone was casual, as if he were just discussing whether to have braised chicken or Shaxian snacks for lunch.

"I have enough material in my head to keep the five of us trending on social media for the rest of the month."

The carriage was completely silent.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped in front of a detached villa on the edge of Hengdian.

Wang Leehom led everyone through the door with practiced ease.

"Old Liu! I'm bringing a friend to borrow your place for a bit!" Wang Lihong shouted at the top of his lungs.

A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses and with messy hair like a bird's nest came out of the inner room.

Old Liu was still grumpy from waking up, holding an enamel mug with "Serve the People" printed on it.

His gaze swept over the three masked men behind Wang Lihong.

pat.

The enamel mug fell straight to the ground.

Goji berry water was spilled all over the ground.

Old Liu rubbed his eyes so vigorously that he seemed to want to gouge his eyeballs out.

Jay Chou.

Lin Junjie.

Chen Ye.

This is like bringing an amazing lineup of male singers from the Chinese music scene right to his living room!

"Li... Li Hong..." Old Liu stammered, his voice cracking, "You call this bringing a few friends? Are you planning to hold an awards ceremony here?!"

"Stop talking nonsense, is there anything wrong with the equipment?" Wang Lihong patted Lao Liu on the shoulder with a smile.

Old Liu instantly straightened up.

"Absolutely no problem! The top-of-the-line mixing console, guitar, bass, drum kit, and grand piano are all here."

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll borrow it or even steal it if I have to!"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Old Liu very sensibly withdrew.