The office.
Silence.
Everyone was staring intently at their computer screens.
Editor-in-chief Li Minghui walked in from outside.
Seeing everyone diligently reviewing manuscripts, he nodded with satisfaction.
Then he walked towards his office.
"Holy crap! That's it?"
"Just this?"
"The Wine Sword Immortal descended from the heavens, and it's over?"
"The sword came from the horizon, followed by the person descending from the sky, such a dashing writing style, it's peak coolness!"
"This is what Xianxia should be!"
A wail erupted from the office area, startling Li Minghui.
"What are you guys doing?"
He asked the editors exasperatedly.
"Editor-in-chief, we're reading Sisi's signed new book,"
Someone explained with a wry smile.
"Sisi signed it?" Li Minghui glanced at Zhou Sisi with an unreadable expression, then asked, "How is it? Is it good?"
As the editor-in-chief of the Xianxia group, he knew Zhou Sisi's nickname well – she was notoriously unlucky.
One couldn't apply normal logic to her; her experiences were filled with mysticism.
Every book she took a liking to had never become popular.
"It's not bad, this author's writing is very skilled, editor-in-chief might want to take a look," someone replied.
"That's right, the plot is different from the Xianxia in our market."
"Mm, I think this author is an old hand, their skill in writer's block can be described as first-class!"
"Hmph, how bad can writer's block be? I've been an editor for so many years, I've encountered authors with the worst writer's block. Send me the name."
Li Minghui's interest was piqued. After he finished speaking, he walked into his office.
Meanwhile, someone sent the title of the Xianjian book to the work group on the computer.
Only then did everyone get back to their own tasks.
However, they kept a close eye, constantly observing the movements in the editor-in-chief's office.
About half an hour passed.
Everyone stopped what they were doing.
A faint smile appeared on their faces, and they listened intently.
"Damn it! It's over already?"
Just then, an angry roar came from the editor-in-chief's office.
Everyone else took a satisfied deep breath.
They had been waiting for this reaction, it felt so good…
Zhou Sisi, on the other hand, curled up, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, her body trembling from the effort.
She knew that from now on, there would be one more person waiting for updates with her.
And this person was the editor-in-chief of the Xianxia group.
...
There was still a week left until winter break.
The students were frantically preparing for their final exams.
Su Yu, however, seemed unfazed.
The situation on Weibo had quieted down after Qin Shousheng's pinned Weibo, but the buzz hadn't died down.
Instead, many experts had offered their opinions on the matter.
Of course, most of them supported Tingyu and looked forward to his new songs.
A minority were analyzing the current state of the Chinese music scene, agreeing with Qin Shousheng that it was dominated by superficial and gimmick songs, all churned out for traffic.
The root cause wasn't a lack of good songs, but a lack of creative passion from the established artists.
Su Yu paid no attention to these online discussions.
He had already decided on a song, but he discovered a major problem: he didn't have enough money for customization.
As for the lucky draw, with so many songs in the prize pool, the chance of drawing the one he wanted was slimmer than winning the lottery.
His November salary had been paid, a total of twenty million yuan.
Adding his previous nine million plus, he had nearly thirty million.
And this song was definitely a top-tier quality piece, so the customization fee alone would be thirty million.
Although he had agreed with the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association for a fifty-million production fee, meaning he would still profit, he lacked the upfront capital. It was impossible to give the song to the client before receiving payment.
Therefore, he could only wait for his next month's salary to customize the song.
He thought he was somewhat of a wealthy person, but now he realized he was still a pauper.
Fortunately, there were only ten-odd days left in the month.
Having some buffer time was good, otherwise writing a song in a day or two would seem too outrageous to outsiders.
"System, open attribute panel."
[Ding, system panel opened for the host]
Host: Su Yu
Age: 18
Physique: 50
Reputation: 36.8 million
Skills: Performance-level Piano, Professional-level Guitar, Intermediate Composition, Beginner Lyricist.
System Warehouse: Song Component "Late Marriage" White Component * 6.
He had given "Qian Du Bai Du" to Gong Juren and "Love That Never Disappears" to Zhang Yang.
However, Zhang Yang was currently engrossed in live streaming and hadn't released the song yet.
Gong Juren was participating in a singing competition and seemed to be doing well. He had sent a message saying he would sing this song on New Year's Day.
Thinking about it, it had been a while since he had seen Gong Juren, and he had to admit he missed that kid.
He hoped Gong Juren could achieve good results with this song.
"Customize the song 'A Little Sweet'."
The annual party was approaching, and the duet song with the little fairy could be customized.
This song, like "Lovely Woman," he didn't plan to record a formal version of, so he could use his own name for the lyrics and music without consulting the company.
[Ding, 'A Little Sweet' has been customized for the host. Song component automatically placed in the system warehouse. Five million yuan has been donated to the charity fund for the host.]
Seeing his balance instantly decrease by five million, Su Yu felt a pang of pain for no reason.
That was all hard-earned money!
However, thinking that the money was donated to a charity organization in his name, he felt a little better.
Doing good deeds was the right thing to do.
He needed to find ways to make money.
However, next month should be better. After all, there was still over twenty million in production fees from "Gu Yong Zhe," plus copyright dividends from this month. Thinking about it, life was getting more hopeful.
...
Lin Yanyu had been busy with her schedule and only returned today.
Outside the girls' dormitory.
Su Yu could now come and go freely, without needing to greet the dorm supervisor.
The girls were also accustomed to it, as Su Yu was always well-behaved when he visited, going directly to the top floor without causing them any trouble.
Arriving at Lin Yanyu's dorm room.
He knocked twice, and the door opened.
The moment the door opened, Su Yu's vision blurred as Lin Yanyu leaped into his arms.
"Wuwuwu… Doggy, I missed you so much."
She buried her head in Su Yu's neck.
"I'm here now, aren't I?" Su Yu's heart warmed as he patted her back and said with a smile.
"We haven't seen each other for days, kiss me."
Lin Yanyu tilted her head up, her lips pouting slightly. After being with Su Yu for so long, she was no longer as shy.
Su Yu lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. He felt they were a bit cold, and fearing she might catch a chill, he hugged her and walked into the dorm.
"I've finished producing the duet song, want to hear it?"
Su Yu took out a USB drive.
"It's done already? Hurry and let me hear it!"
Lin Yanyu took it and quickly ran to turn on her computer.
After the computer booted up, she inserted the USB drive and opened the folder within.
"A Little Sweet."
Seeing the song title, she first murmured it to herself.
Then she turned back to Su Yu with a half-smile and said, "Being with me is only a little sweet?"
"Cough cough… Of course not. Being with you cures my low blood sugar, what do you think?"
Su Yu rubbed his nose and said with a smile.
"Hee hee, that's more like it."
Lin Yanyu nodded in satisfaction and then clicked on the audio file to listen.