"Oh my! What kind of divine song is this, love it so much!"
"A friend shared it, and I’ve had it on repeat ever since..."
"It’s been so long since I’ve encountered music like this, back when I was as young as you all."
"Unconsciously, my eyes dampen, I’ve felt the evening breeze you’ve felt, seen the scenery you’ve seen, as if we once embraced...
Continuously missing each other, in the end, we didn’t even finish a movie, we promised to hold hands, yet all that’s left is a hurried silhouette..."
"Simple lody, straightforward lyrics, yet they touch the depths of the soul.
The combination of lyrics and lody, the transitions and charm, always evoke mories filled with past emotions."
On loop, the feeling of misaligned space-ti lingers in my mind, imagining another space-ti back then.
But in another space-ti, what would our lives be like?
Misaligned space-ti, when will it no longer be misaligned?
At the next crossing, will we be able to co together, in the sa space-ti..."
"Uh... I’m listening to music, why are you all hearing stories?"
"This seems to be a newcor, right? Is it Duan Xiaoxian’s first song? Who cares who he is, I just want to know which big shot is ng Changjun?"
"..."
At 10 o’clock in the evening, Duan Xian stared at his phone screen, his gaze a bit vacant.
There was a "Peak Popularity Chart" on the music platform, and emblazoned on the "Daily Chart" at No.11 was "Misaligned Space-Ti"...
Second place on the new song chart, first on the soaring chart.
Three minutes later, the data refreshed again, and "Misaligned Space-Ti" moved up to No.10 on the daily chart.
Is this fake...
Am I dreaming?
At that mont, Duan Xian felt like he was on a roller coaster; one mont he was incredibly excited, the next, he felt the world was too unreal.
He had indeed thought that his song might beco a bit popular, but he had never imagined that it would break into the top ten of a popularity chart...
Over 500,000 listens, 60,000 likes, 1,000 shares.
For a song that hadn’t been online for less than 24 hours and sung by a complete amateur, these numbers could only an one thing...
The song... had blown up!
Even on Douyin and Weibo, there had already been videos related to the song and consecutive shares and recomndations; becoming viral was probably just a matter of ti.
Seeing such results, Duan Xian, who initially accompanied his buddy in what seed like a fool’s errand, finally began to believe that ng Lang planning to get him into the entertainnt industry might not be a joke after all.
However, at this mont, what he was more concerned about was another issue...
"2843.78..."
Seeing this inco figure in the backend, Duan Xian’s breathing beca a bit hurried.
The internet music platform had matured; as soon as creators upload their original music, they could earn revenue from listenings, paid downloads, and ad sharing.
Just one day, the inco from this song was already close to half of his monthly salary...
Anyone with basic reasoning could judge that once this song fully spread on the internet, the inco would grow even higher, and it would definitely be more than today.
Duan Xian casually grabbed a calculator that was nearby.
[Reset! Two eight zero zero tis three hundred sixty-five... equals 1,022,000.]
One... over a million!
Duan Xian’s eyes nearly popped out!
All the talk of traffic, all the data, none of it was as heart-shaking as the cold, hard cash right before his eyes.
When it cos to making money, it seems that only the entertainnt industry could outperform finance by miles...
He didn’t know the exact inco from the song, but based on a conservative daily inco estimate, just one music platform could bring nearly a million a year in revenue!
Of course, this takes into account that popularity cannot always remain at its peak and is likely to be a declining curve.
However, even at the worst, an inco of seven or eight hundred thousand a year should be achievable.
And this is without considering extra inco like selling the rights.
Not to ntion, a hit song could bring in an endless amount of intangible wealth such as fans and fa...
Thinking this way, ng Lang selling him a song for a million was not a friendship price but outright a steal!
For a mont, Duan Xian felt both moved and his hands burned with the cash.
Even with a buddy, having millions thrown on his head so casually would make anyone feel an imnse pressure.
But he had no idea that ng Lang was preparing to introduce him to a whole new level of encounter, and who knows what he would think then...
"Bro! What are you looking at? Your face is as intense as if you’re performing Beijing opera. Is there a drama playing in that calculator?"
A voice startled Duan Xian, and he nearly threw the calculator out of his hand.
Turning his head, he saw Duan Xiaoyi had entered the room at so point, carrying a fruit plate in her hand.
"Mom asked to bring you so fruit. I called you several tis, but you didn’t hear . What were you so engrossed in?"
Duan Xiaoyi set the fruit plate on the desk and glanced at the calculator in Duan Xian’s hand, looking puzzled.
"1,022,000? What does that represent?"
It represents an annual salary of a million...
Duan Xian thought to himself, then put down the calculator and looked troubled.
"Xiao Yi, what do you think... What if your brother suddenly beca famous?"
Duan Xiaoyi looked bewildered at her elder brother.
"Famous? If you have inflammation, you need to reduce it. Here, eat so dragon fruit?"
"I’m not talking about that kind of feeling famous; I an... never mind, just listen to this."
Duan Xian didn’t know how to explain and simply picked up his phone, tapped a few tis, and a lodious tune ca through the speaker soon after.
[In a movie that couldn’t fill half a row, lights suddenly turned on when the show ended...]
Duan Xiaoyi listened for a while.
"Oh! This song, right! I’ve heard it today; it was recomnded several tis in our music enthusiasts’ group. I listened to it once and really liked it—I even saved it.
What about it? Is there sothing wrong with the song?"
"Hmm... Listen to it a few more tis, listen carefully," Duan Xian said, his expression a bit odd.
"What’s up with you, making such a fuss..."
Duan Xiaoyi pouted, but still sat down and casually started listening again.
[I’ve felt the evening breeze you’ve felt...]
One ti, two tis...
Listening for the first ti, it just felt good, nothing strange, but by the second ti, Duan Xiaoyi’s expression beca puzzled.
By the third ti, she finally couldn’t help herself, her expression sowhat odd as she turned to look at Duan Xian.
"Why do I feel... this voice sounds sowhat familiar?"
"Hmm! How could it not be familiar? You’ve been listening to this voice for twenty-four years..." Duan Xian pulled at the corner of his mouth.
Upon hearing this, Duan Xiaoyi’s eyes slowly widened, and she pointed at Duan Xian with her finger.
"You... you an..."
"That’s right, I’m the one singing."
Duan Xiaoyi: "..."
...
The next day, Monday, the weather was clear.
Eight o’clock in the morning.
"Dong dong!" Early in the morning, the door of room 1102 was knocked on.
ng Lang opened the door and saw Duan Xiaoyi, clad in denim and wearing a duckbill cap, standing right at the doorway. When ng Lang opened the door, she curiously peered inside.
"Uh... why are you here?" ng Lang was a bit slow to react as he looked at Duan Xiaoyi.
"I’ve co to get my albums. My brother took them out the door at eight o’clock, and now it’s exactly 48 hours," Duan Xiaoyi said, pursing her lips and indicating the watch on her wrist.
Uh...
Did you co timing it with a stopwatch?
"Oh right, right! Sorry, my mind’s been a ss these past two days, almost forgot about this. Please co in, have a seat for a bit."
ng Lang let her in and then went to tidy up Zhao Ge’s albums in the study.
Zero had basically finished analyzing what needed to be analyzed, and these albums were of no use to him anymore.
He put the albums in a tote and handed it to Duan Xiaoyi, who was still looking around from her spot on the sofa.
"Here! Thanks a lot for this ti."
"No problem, next ti if you get a Zhao Ge autograph, just rember to contact !"
"Uh..."
Have you gotten addicted to being a scalper fan?
"Certainly, certainly, let walk you out," ng Lang courteously said.
"Hmm... you live alone in such a big house?"
Duan Xiaoyi seed in no hurry to leave, gesturing towards the apartnt.
"Uh..."
ng Lang paused montarily.
It indeed was a bit strange, a single man living alone in such a big apartnt – not just strange, but also quite wasteful.
But what can I explain?
Tell her that the house has free utilities and I’ve never even paid rent, mainly because I have a good relationship with the landlord?
I always feel it might cause so undesirable speculation...
Before ng Lang could speak, however, Duan Xiaoyi nodded to herself.
"I get it! You definitely need a quiet environnt for creation, right?"
"Uh..."
"Is that song ’Misaligned Space-Ti’ really written by you?"
"Emm..."
ng Lang figured out why this guy was so curious today.
He nodded reluctantly.
"That... could be said, yes."
"Hey! Do you have any other works?"
"Ah? What?"
"What I an is, how do you find my voice? I’m also pretty good at singing, much better than my brother!"
"You want to be a singer too? Aren’t you a professional gar?" ng Lang asked with an odd expression.
"A pro player can have side jobs too!
Moreover, if I beca a singer, I might even get to perform on the sa stage as Zhao Ge! Hehe!" Duan Xiaoyi laughed smugly.
So, after all this ti, she wanted to get close to Zhao Ge.
You’re so nonchalant about chasing stars, do your gaming fans know about this...
But this thinking is strangely in line with my own, isn’t it?
Just one treats Zhao Ge as an idol, the other as a mortal enemy.
This curious coincidence of paths...
"Sorry, but this song is the first and also the last one."
"Huh? What do you an?"
ng Lang sighed.
Just wrote one song and it already cost a life.
Others sacrifice themselves for the art, I’m literally sacrificing myself for the art!
If I keep on writing, the guys are probably going to do more than just ’Scream’.
I fear a whole ’Brother’s Life is Also a Life’ rebellion could directly kick off...
Helplessly, he spread his hands.
"It ans... I’ve retired from songwriting."
Duan Xiaoyi: "..."
Retired from songwriting?!
Are you kidding ?
Who has ever heard of a songwriter retiring after just one hit song?
Especially when it was a hit!
How would those who wrote hundreds of songs without any success feel?
Seeing the ’You’re joking, right?’ look on Duan Xiaoyi’s face, ng Lang sighed inwardly.
What can I do?
I’m predestined to be "peak upon debut"...
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