"Let's probe his intentions!"
Finally, Lin Yanyu made up her mind. She picked up her phone and sent a message to Su Yu using her main account.
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "Doggy, what are you doing?"
After sending the message, she waited quietly for Su Yu's reply.
A few seconds later, her phone vibrated. She quickly opened it to check.
Ting Yu: "I just took leave and returned to the dorm to rest."
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "Are you feeling better?"
Ting Yu: "I've recovered. It's just that something happened earlier. To avoid being beaten to death by those classmates, I returned to the dorm."
"Pfft!" Lin Yanyu couldn't help but laugh when she read Su Yu's message.
He just touched my hand, it's not that serious...
Although she knew what had happened, she pretended to be ignorant. "What happened? Why do they want to beat you?"
Ting Yu: "The campus beauty came to find me again just now and gave me bubble tea. When I reached for it, I accidentally lost my grip, and we both reached for it, so our hands touched..."
Ting Yu: "But I swear, I really didn't do it on purpose, so you can't blame me."
Seeing Su Yu's two messages, Lin Yanyu's eyes turned a little red, and she felt deeply touched.
Silly boy, you trust me so much and tell me about this, how could I blame you?
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "That's good. Since you're so conscious about reporting the situation, this fairy won't blame you for touching the campus beauty's hand."
Ting Yu: "Hehe, my little fairy is too kind."
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "Doggy, do you think your campus beauty keeps coming to you because she likes you? Also, does she have a nice voice?"
Lin Yanyu's heart was pounding. She had already made her feelings so obvious and given enough hints. Su Yu should have noticed by now.
Ting Yu: "Don't be ridiculous. She's the campus beauty, how could she like me? Stop overthinking. She's just doing it because of a school task. As for her voice, since she's an idol singer, it's naturally not unpleasant."
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "Is her voice nicer, or is my voice nicer?"
Ting Yu: "Of course, your voice is nicer. Your voice is the nicest in the whole world, my little fairy's voice."
Yan Yu Jiang Nan: "You big idiot!!!"
So stupid, so stupid, you big idiot, I'm not talking to you anymore!
Lin Yanyu put down her phone huffily. She decided not to talk to Su Yu for ten minutes as punishment for him not remembering her voice.
"???"
Boys' Dormitory.
Su Yu lay on his bed, a question mark on his face. Wasn't that the standard answer?
Why is my little fairy angry?
He couldn't figure it out even after thinking for a long time.
...
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
In a high-end office building in Kyoto.
In the conference room of the post-production department for the movie "The Days We Were In,"
Director Zhang Li looked somewhat tired.
The producer and the core creative team sat around the conference table, their expressions also somber.
"Our movie is going to be released in a few days. When will the theme song be finalized?" Zhang Li took a deep breath and looked at everyone.
The producer responded with a wry smile, "Director Zhang, you can't blame us. We gave you three songs before, but you never approved them..."
Zhang Li glanced at the producer and said with a cold laugh, "What quality were those previous songs? Don't you have any idea? Are they suitable to be the theme song of our movie?"
After speaking, he looked at everyone.
Their eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.
The producer scanned the creative team and, bracing himself, said, "The movie's review was delayed for too long. Our funds were consumed beyond the budget. The 800,000 yuan was squeezed out from post-production, so..."
"Bang!"
"Funding is your problem. As long as you find a theme song that meets my requirements, it's one thing to find a small company like Xinghui, but you even found an entry-level producer to write the song. Do you think this quality can be the theme song of our movie?" Before the producer could finish, Zhang Li slammed the table in anger.
The movie was scheduled to be released next week, and the theme song still hadn't been decided, yet the production team kept making excuses.
As a well-known director in China who had been in the industry for more than a decade, he had never encountered such an inefficient team.
"This..."
Zhang Li's sudden outburst silenced everyone.
Finding Xinghui in Shuangqing City to write the song was their last resort. With such a small budget, they couldn't even afford an entry-level producer in Kyoto.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" Zhang Li took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
The conference room door opened, and it was the producer's assistant.
The assistant smiled and nodded at everyone inside, then walked over to the producer and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Li, the song from Xinghui has arrived."
The producer's heart leaped with joy upon hearing this.
"Director Zhang, the song from Xinghui has arrived," he said, looking up at Zhang Li with a forced smile.
"What are you waiting for? Play it right here so everyone can hear what kind of garbage this small company produces!" Zhang Li tapped his fingers on the table, his tone urgent.
After speaking, he leaned back in his chair.
The producer gave an awkward smile, then stood up, connected the assistant's computer, and projected the file onto the screen.
He opened the email, which contained an audio file from Xinghui and a document.
The document contained the song's lyrics and basic information.
"Ting Yu?"
He was first stunned by the name of the lyricist and composer, and then his heart sank.
Why did it change?
From his understanding, Zhang Kun was the most capable among Xinghui Entertainment's entry-level producers.
Even though the previous songs were all rejected by Zhang Li, they were still better than these producers whose names he had never even heard of.
When he read the description of "Ting Yu" below, his face was filled with disbelief.
"Eighteen years old? A university student???" the producer exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.
Xinghui Entertainment, are you intentionally trying to mess with me?
If you didn't want to write it, you could have just returned the order. What kind of song can an eighteen-year-old newcomer write?
"Hmph, what are you staring at? Play the song. It's best to let our peers listen too. Our movie has become so bad that we have a newcomer writing the theme song. Let everyone have a good laugh."
While the producer was in a daze, Zhang Li sneered at him.
Through the projector, he had also seen the information of this person named Ting Yu.
Eighteen years old, and he had just started university. This meant that Ting Yu hadn't attended a single professional class.
Zhang Li was so angry he wanted to laugh. What kind of things were these people doing?
They actually hired Xinghui Entertainment to write songs, and even more outrageously, the other party sent a song written by a freshman.
"Then... that, let's forget it. Let's discuss it. We can save some money from publicity and find a company in Kyoto to rush out a song."
The producer's face was very grim. With so many people present, if the song was terrible, he would lose face completely.
"No, our publicity department has already spent most of its budget. We have no money."
As soon as the producer finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a black suit from the corner waved his hands repeatedly.
"This..." The producer was stunned, then looked at the post-production department.
"No money..." the head of post-production spread his hands.
At this point, the producer was completely dejected. The movie had been delayed for so long, missing the best release period of graduation season. The investors were furious. If they asked for money from the investors now, it would be completely unrealistic.
He slumped onto the chair like a deflated ball.
"What if... there's a miracle?" Dafeng Novel Network
He glanced at the song sent by Xinghui Entertainment on the screen and gritted his teeth, clicking on it.
Damn it, I spent money, so I have to listen to it!
"Hmph, a miracle? If a song written by such a newcomer sounds good, I'll eat this computer on the spot!"
Zhang Li sneered, crossed his arms, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.
A freshman, who hasn't even attended professional classes yet, what song can he possibly write?