HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

"Right here, on camera, we'll write songs on the spot. Whoever chickens out is a coward!"

At the press conference, a group of reporters stared wide-eyed, their lips practically curling into wide grins!

Fight! Fight! It's good that they're fighting!

Good heavens, how did they manage to capture such an explosive scene!

While newbies are still ecstatic, veterans have already started issuing press releases and even taking out their phones to record videos and broadcast them live.

The two press releases, unsurprisingly, reached the ears of the Sony division. After a moment's thought, Cui Zhendong decided to push this hot topic to the top.

Although plans can't keep up with changes, he had more faith in Xiang Nan's creative abilities than in Xiang Nan's verbal sparring with the other side!

Strength is the most silent yet resolute response.

The conference site.

Xiang Nan slowly bent down.

The short guy instantly felt like a tiger was staring at his back, and he involuntarily took two steps back: "You, you better not do anything rash!"

"Reckless behavior?" Xiang Nan echoed, pointing at the media. "With so many reporters here, under everyone's watchful eyes, you can't exactly say I punched you with my eyes, can you? I could sue you for defamation."

"you!"

The short guy took two deep breaths, glanced at the constantly flashing camera lights out of the corner of his eye, slowly calmed down his panic, and regained his composure.

"What do you want to do? Do you think you can deny that you plagiarized just by comparing your creative work with mine?"

Xiang Nan chuckled, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Could it be that the great Shorty is too afraid to take the challenge? We're both musicians, and you're accusing me of plagiarism just because you've laid out a few similar chords? Xu Wei has similar chords too, why don't you sue him?"

Seeing that Xiang Nan wanted to discuss philosophy with him, the short guy adjusted his glasses, as if he had regained the initiative.

He shook his head, moved a chair and sat down, then faced the camera again: "Everyone heard it, he admitted that his chord progressions are somewhat similar to mine, I think there's no need to argue anymore..."

"brush--"

Before he could say anything, Xiang Nan bent down and took one of the three microphones in front of him.

"What are you going to do!"

Xiang Nan ignored him and pointed at one of the reporters: "Come on, aren't you questioning my creative abilities? You tell me the lyrics, and I'll write them for you on the spot!"

"Whoosh—"

Holy crap!

"Really?"

The reporters on the scene were somewhat shocked, but even more excited; they had already come up with their headlines for tomorrow!

[Talented young star Xiang Nan fiercely confronts the short guy, improvising lyrics and music on the spot to slap him in the face and refute plagiarism accusations!]

The guy Xiang Nan called on, for some reason, probably because it was almost Chinese New Year, immediately said "pig"!

"Hahaha……"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, and surprisingly, the short man on stage did not stop it.

First, Xiang Nan might not be able to compose a song on the spot. Second, as long as he refuses to accept the challenge, he can't lose face here!

Xiang Nan symbolically thought for twenty seconds, then picked up the microphone, but his eyes were fixed on the short guy in the seat.

"Pig, you have two nostrils, and when you have a cold, you still have snot hanging from your nose!"

"Hahaha……"

At first, the reporters were laughing, but the more Xiang Nan sang, the more something seemed off.

"A pig's head, pig's brain, pig's body, pig's tail, a well-behaved child who never picks at his food, sleeps until the sun is high in the sky every day, never brushes his teeth, and never fights!"

"It's... a complete song!"

Even though it's so childish and cheerful, like a nursery rhyme, it was composed and written on the spot, and he actually wrote a complete song?

"Why are you looking at me like that! Are you going to sue me for defamation?"

The short guy blushed, but Xiang Nan shrugged and stood up straight, becoming increasingly relaxed: "Some people shouldn't take it personally. I thought my 'Pig Song' was quite cute, but some people aren't necessarily as cute as pigs."

"Bang!"

The short guy slammed his hand on the table, turned and exchanged a glance with Xiang Nan, then quickly calmed down.

I can't beat them...

"Is there anything else?"

Having won, Xiang Nan became even more ruthless, soliciting remarks from the reporters while glancing at the short man slumped over the table.

"If you have a great piece, Mr. Ai, you can sing it. We've given you so much time, and it's not like it's a 'assigned topic.' I'm sure you've gained something from it, right?"

The short man stared blankly, as if he hadn't heard a word he said.

"I'll say one: a sheep!"

Xiang Nan nodded, about to agree, when another person raised their hand.

"Me too, color!"

Xiang Nan tilted his head slightly: "Any color is fine?"

"right!"

Xiang Nan nodded, then pretended to lower his head and ponder.

The short guy on the side glanced at him furtively and sneered inwardly.

Enjoy writing essays on assigned topics? These two topics will stump you!

They think they're so great just because they have a little ability. They offend people without even realizing it, and they deserve to be trampled under my feet.

"alright."

"What?!"

"Whoosh—"

"Less than a minute, right?"

To be honest, the reporters were all very knowledgeable people, but they had never seen a song come up with so quickly.

"Excuse me, is it the whole song?"

"Half a song."

Xiang Nan responded without further ado, picked up the microphone and began to sing. Even though it was an a cappella performance, her sexy voice still made the reporters feel like they were basking in a spring breeze.

What are your chances of winning, trapping me inside?

Your castle design is terrible.

I can escape as soon as I take flight.

"Huh? No Aries?" a reporter muttered.

His companion immediately nudged him and shushed him with a finger.

Aries are passionate, kind, and abstract.

How perfect she was, yet her whereabouts remain unknown.

My heart feels so empty, it's almost losing its shape.

Then, the chorus began, and all the reporters nodded in unison: So the sheep were here!

Moreover, he paired colors with sheep to form the name of a constellation, and then used the constellation to metaphorically represent people, turning it into a love song.

genius!

"Thank you." Xiang Nan stopped singing abruptly after finishing a chorus.

The audience immediately cheered.

Xiang Nan turned to the short guy and invited, "Teacher Shorty, why don't you do me the honor?"

"Did I say I absolutely had to sing?" the short guy asked, maintaining his usual demeanor. "I'm past your age of being so arrogant; I won't hold a grudge against a junior."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xiang Nan suddenly nodded repeatedly, leaving everyone present completely bewildered.

Xiang Nan turned around to face the short guy, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, then he grinned, revealing a mocking smile to the camera: "Teacher Short, tsk, I don't know why, the more you accuse me of plagiarism, the more my inspiration seems to burst forth like I've struck oil."

"Well, I've come up with another one, and I'll dedicate it to you, my 'fair and just' senior."

Before anyone could react, Xiang Nan raised his head and began to sing: "Ugly monster, yiya yiya ai~~ ai, could you please not turn on the lights!"

"you!"

"Pfft..."

"Hahaha……"

The audience burst into laughter, while Xiang Nan stopped singing, held the microphone out with one hand, and then let go.

"Knock knock knock—"

"Snap!"

A photograph freezes the moment, showing:

Xiang Nan's lips curled slightly as he released the microphone and looked down at the short guy.

The short guy's face turned red, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but he didn't dare to turn around.

"Click click click—"

"Xiang Nan, may I ask...?"

"Xiang Nan, answer a question?"

The reporters were divided into two groups: one group followed Xiang Nan, while the other group stayed at the press conference.

Putting aside Xiang Nan's talent, it was the dwarf's reaction that piqued the reporters' curiosity even more.

"Mr. Ai, what are your thoughts on Xiang Nan saying you are fair?"

"Short teacher, short teacher, have you come up with a masterpiece yet?"

"Hahaha……"

The short guy's face turned a deep purplish-red. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and launched into a tirade into the camera: "What do you know! Plagiarism is plagiarism, even if the emperor himself came, it's still plagiarism!"

"What about the Spring Festival Gala?"

The short man froze, then asked, "What did you say?"

The reporter held up his phone and said loudly, "Director Jin Yue just announced that he will be making an exception and inviting Xiang Nan to join the second round of rehearsals for the Spring Festival Gala. Do you still stand by your statement... Hey! Don't go!"