noveldepot Chapter 091 The Clown
Chapter 091 The Clown
The trope of mistaking someone for someone else may be old-fashioned, but it's an absolute weapon in emotional stories.
A few months later, my sister became pregnant.
On one side is her blood-is-thicker-than-water older sister, and on the other is her beloved boyfriend.
After discussing it, the two families realized that if things got out of hand, neither of them would be able to face anyone. So, they had no choice but to let the older sister and her boyfriend get married because she was pregnant.
Then came the iconic moment: my boyfriend got married, but I wasn't the bride.
The female protagonist watched helplessly as her beloved boyfriend, dressed in a suit, walked down the aisle with his sister who looked exactly like her.
Yang Du spent a few minutes checking it, confirmed it was correct, and clicked publish.
"—Task Evaluation: Barely Satisfactory!"
"—Reward coefficient: 80%!"
"—Congratulations, host, you have received a reward: 800 vocal experience points."
"—Advanced Vocal Performance (1700/10000)!"
The moment Yang Du received the boost from his vocal experience, he felt a cool and comfortable sensation rising in his throat.
My previously tight throat felt like it had opened up after morning exercises, and my control over my breath and the nuances of my voice improved dramatically.
"Not bad? I personally think it's very well written, written in one go."
Yang Du read the article from beginning to end and had a very good experience.
Sure enough, just a few minutes after the article was posted, Weibo notifications started flashing wildly, and the red numbers in the upper right corner instantly went off the charts.
"The eyes of the masses are discerning. The system may not recognize the artistic value of this article, but netizens like it."
Yang Du happily opened the comments section, ready to see what everyone thought of "My Boyfriend is Getting Married..."
Upon closer inspection, the top-rated comments in the comment section were completely different from usual.
No one was criticizing the male lead, nor was anyone feeling sorry for the female lead; they were all talking about something else entirely, their formation remarkably consistent.
[Governor Yang, someone is secretly targeting you!]
[Governor, someone is apologizing on your behalf. Your classmate is quite interesting; the aroma of tea is quite enticing.]
[Go check it out, how can you tolerate being subtly insulted like this? [Link 1] [Link 2]]
Yang Du was taken aback.
His first reaction upon seeing the link wasn't to be a bystander, but rather to frown and sound the alarm.
These days, can we just click on links from unknown sources on the internet?
What if it's a Trojan virus or a scam link?
The phone went black as soon as I opened it, and all the money in my bank card was gone. I had no one to turn to for help.
Yang Du didn't care before, since the money in his card never exceeded 10,000 yuan.
But not anymore.
He has a lot of money in his account, millions.
However, seeing hundreds of people tagging him at the same time and discussing it so enthusiastically, it can't all be shills, right?
This cost is far too high.
Having dispelled his doubts, Yang Du clicked on the first link.
The page redirected, but thankfully, there were no sexy dealers dealing cards online. Instead, I arrived at a website with a serious layout and a strong print media feel: "Literary World".
This is a cultural newspaper.
What caught Yang Du's eye was a commentary article titled "Beware of Cultural Desertification and Fast-Foodization under Digital Prosperity."
The article begins with a high-level discussion of the current music scene, then shifts its focus to the old-school folk album "Phoenix".
"Recently, Mr. Luo Gengyun's album 'Phoenix' has sparked widespread discussion. This album has a long production cycle and a high artistic level, almost representing the top level of domestic folk music."
"However, his sales in the streaming era have been rather dismal, which is undoubtedly a very sad thing."
After several paragraphs, the author inadvertently mentions another matter in Chaojue's words.
"I really admire today's young producers; they are energetic and extremely efficient. Mr. Luo Gengyun spent four years writing 'Phoenix'."
"A good studio album, from planning, research, and polishing the arrangement to recording, takes at least one or two years to develop. Because you need time to live, to feel, and to experience."
"But now, our music industry system is too advanced. I've heard of studio albums that have gone through pre-production in just over thirty days and went straight to the recording studio."
Upon seeing this, Yang Du couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Isn't this exactly what Tao Cheng's second album, "Swallowtail Butterfly," is talking about?
The article continues, "From a commercial perspective, this is undoubtedly a huge success. But from an artistic perspective, it's somewhat of a pity."
"Because of this industrial assembly line-style operation, the depth of time and the warmth of life are invisibly stripped away, and the work can easily lose its soul."
"We used to say that the lingering sound of music is unforgettable, but we rarely see that anymore. When the entire industry is obsessed with data and fans, and is held hostage by short-term, quick-profit traffic, music that truly needs to be listened to attentively will be marginalized."
"Times are moving too fast, and technology is developing too quickly, but please allow some people to continue to quietly hone their work in the corner."
"Art should not be eliminated."
After reading the last line, Yang Du couldn't help but curse, "Am I being scammed?"
His name was never mentioned in the article, but every word was a veiled mockery of him.
Why say you have to enter the shed in 30 days? You might as well just give your ID number. Why be so vague?
Yang Du scrolled to the top of the article and glanced at the author's signature—Liang Bin.
do not know.
He racked his brains, but couldn't recall anything.
I casually typed his name into a search engine and found out he's the vice president of the Classical Music Association and a senior music critic.
His background looks quite impressive; he's definitely an academic.
Yang Du sneered, exited the "Literary World" page, and clicked on the second link provided by a netizen.
This time it was a long Weibo post. The blogger claimed to be a senior student at the Beijing Conservatory of Music, and the title made Yang Du gasp in shock.
An Apology Letter from a Senior Student at Beijing Conservatory of Music
Yang Du patiently continued reading.
"Recently, there has been a lot of controversy regarding the album 'Phoenix,' a masterpiece created by the older generation of artists, and its comparison to popular songs on the current charts."
I listened to several of the top-ranked songs on the charts because of their reputation.
Undeniably, from a commercial perspective, both "Flammable and Explosive" and "Painting Heart" are perfectly executed.
However, as a student of the Beijing Conservatory of Music, after listening to these hit singles, I only felt a deep emptiness.
For the first time, I realized how necessary it was for Professor Jiang to be so wary of traffic during his previous interviews.
Regrettably, one of my classmates chose to remain silent in the face of such serious guidance and discussion from his senior.
Or rather, he chose to indulge in data-driven revelry on the internet.
It would be a great pity if commercial success caused him to lose the ability to reflect on his own artistic pursuits.
In light of this, I would like to express my sincerest apologies, on behalf of myself, to Professor Jiang and all musicians who uphold the ethical standards of art. I hope we can all remain true to our original aspirations and forge ahead with determination.
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He couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Where did you come from, you little clown, to challenge Jiang Yinglan?"
It would take several rounds to beat Jiang Yinglan, but wouldn't it be easy to deal with you?
Just as Yang Du was about to ask Yuan Xiuqing to investigate who this unfamiliar senior student from the Beijing Conservatory of Music was, Huo Xintong called.