Chapter 457: Chapter 338_2
Wu Mu couldn’t see the person inside the Ferrari, but that guy obviously had quite a temper because after exchanging just a few words, he floored the gas pedal, leaving Su ng there as he drove off.
Su ng was left standing there, frowning as she looked in that direction.
Wu Mu smiled slightly as he drove over, rolled down the window, and jokingly said, “Hey, Su ng, long ti no see.”
Su ng turned her head to look at him, seemingly stunned.
This was only their second ti eting in real life.
But Su ng should be quite up-to-date with his situation since Wu Mu often received feedback on his new songs from her on WeChat.
They didn’t chat much, just simple comnts like ‘the song sounds great’ and so forth.
Well, regardless of whether they were haters or fans, at least they contributed to the ratings.
Wu Mu chuckled and asked, “Your driver ran off? Want to give you a ride?”
Su ng hesitated a bit, “I’ll just let my family know.”
“Aunt Qing, you don’t need to co over, yes, my friend will drive back, okay, I understand.”
After she finished the call, she opened the passenger door of Wu Mu’s car and got in.
After confirming the address she needed to go to, Wu Mu curiously asked, “Aren’t you from Shen City? Why are you here?”
Su ng shook her head, “I am from Shen City, but my family also has a house in Beijing.”
She paused, her face showing a rare smile, “We were just at the venue earlier, and my friends wanted to cover their ears during your first song.”
Wu Mu laughed heartily, “Well, that’s not on . I sang it just fine.”
Wu Mu and Su ng chatted idly, and soon Wu Mu dropped her off at ho, a large Siheyuan quite close to the Forbidden City in the Upper City District.
Hmm, confird, she’s another one of those pampered rich kids.
Wu Mu was a bit surprised. Although he could tell from her daily behavior that Su ng’s family should be well off.
He didn’t expect them to be this wealthy.
This Siheyuan alone must be worth at least
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As Wu Mu was preparing for his second appearance, the Six-Seven Gala finally aired live with a half-hour delay.
In Zhang Li’s tiny apartnt, Zhang Li and Han Yan had undoubtedly been waiting in front of their computer screen for a while.
Originally, they had no interest in the Six-Seven Gala, and if they were to watch, they would prefer the grander line-ups of CCTV’s Six-Seven Gala, or the more entertaining, youth-friendly Sha City Six-Seven Gala.
The middling Beijing TV Station just wasn’t appealing.
However, it was different if Wu Mu appeared on the show.
As devoted “haters” of Wu Mu, they couldn’t possibly miss such a show, especially since it would be amusing.
Han Yan had the bullet comnts on, and as soon as the show refreshed, people were furiously posting comnts to boycott Wu Mu.
Han Yan laughed uproariously at this, “Haha, they still haven’t given up. Beijing TV Station is clearly determined to protect him, yet they still co over to boost the show’s ratings.”
Zhang Li also laughed, “Well, since it’s started, they can’t just give up halfway.”
Yeah, most passersby wouldn’t keep following this thing, but Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s haters? Once they’ve started, they wouldn’t end it weakly.
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Xiao Yi stood under the gray mountains and seas of the motherland, singing with great emotion:
“That year you were the sa age as , young like a green song.”
“But to create that new world in your dreams, you rushed into the storm without looking back.”
Hmm?
Du Xingguo subconsciously glanced at his granddaughter.
Just this?
Even though he’s not a professional, he could tell this person couldn’t compare to the previous singer, despite the sound being adjusted and tuned, the pitch and effect weren’t major issues, but it vaguely felt empty and lacked infectiousness.
What was so great about it?
Hu Qing also didn’t quite get what was so good about it.
Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:
“I see countless lovely ones like you, rushing into the smoke without looking back.”
“Many youthful silhouettes disappeared into the night, trading their lives for the dawn.”
Du Xingguo completely lost interest, shaking his head, “I can’t appreciate young people’s stuff.”
Hu Qing also couldn’t help but laugh, “Qingyue, your taste shouldn’t be this bad.”
After all, Lin Qingyue was a director who had won awards; how could her aesthetic sense have regressed so much?
The song sounded good, but no matter how good the song was, if the singer’s technique was poor, it couldn’t bring out the effect.
There was no infectiousness in the singing at all, without imrsing in the lyrics, the best lody is just noise, even with sound tuning, the effect seed diocre to them.
But just when they thought the song had no surprises.
A gentle male voice rang out.
“I look up at the starry sky you once saw.”
“Crossing hundreds of years of ti and eting again.”
“The smile you had before you turned around.”
“I understand.”
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He subconsciously looked towards the assistant director.
The assistant director shrugged innocently, “We didn’t invite any actors, he was just like that.”
Really?
Xiong Guanglin looked doubtful, if it was a few-hundred-pound fatty throwing people around, he wouldn’t be surprised, but a small young guy managing to do that?
In the show, the school thugs had all been pulled off.
Wu Mu, rarely seen with a stern face, looked at them, “Where are you from?”
The school thugs seed stunned by Wu Mu’s moves, exchanged looks, hesitated, then scrambled to their feet and ran outside.
Wu Mu didn’t chase them, just spoke to the cara, “Hand the footage over to the police station later.”
He turned to help the student on the ground, but when he saw the student’s face, he was taken aback.
Xiong Guanglin was also taken aback.
The student on the ground was the one who had insulted him yesterday.
On the show, Wu Mu showed a slightly amused expression, “Hey, you were pretty tough yesterday, how co you got beaten up today?”
The embarrassed student, having made a fool of himself, still tried hard to act unconcerned, “Just a fluke today, next ti I’ll beat them instead.”
Xiong Guanglin’s face didn’t look much better.
The pride from yesterday was gone, he stood silently and followed the others out of the school.
Wu Mu didn’t chase after them, just turned to the cara again, “Leave this for the principal, let the principal handle it.”
He seed quite relaxed, not even needing to inquire to guess that this was a fight over a girl, which was quite common in rural middle schools.
Handing it to the school or the police wouldn’t solve much, as usually both sides were minors and no severe injuries were involved, resulting in just so scolding and guidance.
As the show went on, Xiong Guanglin frowned again.
Just this?
Just this?
It’s still diocre overall, making the show sowhat disjointed.
For sothing light-hearted, there was always an underlying thread of rural student issues, making it heavy.
For sothing deep, it felt sowhat superficial, emotional but lacking in depth.
Xiong Guanglin looked at the show’s staff, who seed quite confident.
Was there sothing the show hadn’t revealed yet?
Xiong Guanglin continued watching with doubts.
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“What should I teach the students in class?”
“Teach them Mo Mo’s “Walking on the Road” for motivation and inspiration!”
“Or Mo Mo’s new song “Wind’s Breath”?”
She couldn’t stop asking Wang Xiaotian and Wu Mu.
Wu Mu found it quite amusing to see her like this, thinking Lu Yao wanted to inspire the students to work hard.
She probably had this idea after hearing that most students here were left-behind children, the majority of whom would drop out to work after middle school.
But with such thoughts, she’d probably be disappointed.
The issues at rural middle schools were the result of economic, social, and cultural factors, how could they change just because a few celebrities recorded a show for a few days?
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