Chapter 463: Chapter 341
Su ng turned her head to look at him, seeming a bit stunned.
It was only the second ti they had t in real life.
However, Su ng seed to pay quite a bit of attention to Wu Mu’s situation; Wu Mu often received feedback on his new songs from Su ng on WeChat.
They didn’t chat much, just simply comnted that his songs were nice.
Well, whether they were haters or fans, at least they contributed to his viewership.
Wu Mu smiled and said, “Your driver left? Do you need a lift?”
Su ng hesitated slightly, “I’ll let my family know.”
“Aunt Qing, you don’t need to co. Yes, my friend is giving a ride ho. Okay, I know.”
After making the call, Su ng opened the passenger door and sat down.
After confirming her destination, 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, with a rare smile on her face, “We were also at the venue just now, and my friend wanted to cover their ears during your first song.”
Wu Mu laughed heartily, “That has nothing to do with , there’s nothing wrong with my singing.”
Chatting casually, Wu Mu soon got Su ng to her ho, a large courtyard house not far from the Forbidden City in the Upper City District.
Well, it was confird, another rich kid.
Wu Mu was quite surprised, although from her usual behavior, it was clear Su ng’s family was pretty well-off.
But he didn’t expect them to be this rich.
This courtyard house alone must be worth at least
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While Wu Mu was preparing for his second appearance, the delayed live broadcast of the Six-Seven Gala finally started half an hour late.
In her small apartnt, Zhang Li and Han Yan were already waiting in front of the computer screen.
They originally had no interest in the Six-Seven Gala, and if they were going to watch, they would prefer the more star-studded and grand production of CCTV’s Six-Seven, or the more entertaining and youth-oriented Sha City’s Six-Seven.
Beijing TV Station, being diocre, really didn’t attract any interest.
But if Wu Mu was appearing on it, then it was a different story.
As Wu Mu’s “haters,” how could they miss such a show, especially when there was likely to be drama?
Han Yan turned on the barrage comnts, and as soon as the gala was refreshed, people were madly spamming bullet chats to boycott Wu Mu.
Han Yan laughed loudly, “Haha, they haven’t given up yet. Beijing TV Station clearly wants to stubbornly support and play dead, but they still co here to contribute to the episode’s view count.”
Zhang Li also laughed, “After all, since it has started, it can’t end half-heartedly.”
Yes, most casual viewers wouldn’t keep following up on this matter, but Xiao Yi’s fans and Wu Mu’s haters, since they had already jumped in, wouldn’t end it half-heartedly.
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Xiao Yi stood in front of the gray mountains and seas of the motherland, singing with deep emotion:
“That year, you and I were the sa age, young like a fresh song.”
“But to create the dream’s new world, you hurriedly walked into the wind and rain.”
Hmm?
Du Xingguo instinctively looked at his granddaughter.
This?
Even if he wasn’t a professional, he could tell that this singer couldn’t compare to the one who perford earlier on the show. Even after pitch correction and tuning, the sound might have fewer issues, but there was still a hint of hollowness, lacking any infectiousness.
What was so great about this?
Hu Qing couldn’t understand why it was considered good either.
Xu Zhichun continued with the second verse:
“I see thousands of lovely you, running into the smoke without looking back.”
“Countless young figures disappear into the night, bringing the dawn.”
Du Xingguo completely lost interest, shaking his head, “I can’t appreciate you youngsters’ stuff.”
Hu Qing couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Qingyue, this shouldn’t be your level.”
Lin Qingyue, after all, was a director who had won awards. How did her aesthetics regress so much?
The song was nice, but no matter how good a song is, if the singer lacks the skill, they can’t bring out the effect.
There was no infectiousness in the singing at all; without imrsing in the lyrics, no matter how good the lody was, it would just be noise. Even with tuning, it still felt diocre to them.
But just when they thought the song was completely unremarkable.
A gentle male voice rang out.
“I look up at the starry sky you gazed upon.”
“Crossing a century of ti to reunite.”
“The smile before you turned away.”
“I understand.”
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He instinctively glanced at the assistant director of the show.
The assistant director, looking innocent, shrugged and said, “We didn’t hire actors, that’s how he was at the ti.”
Really?
Xiong Guanglin looked suspicious. He wouldn’t be surprised if a few hundred-pound guy did that, but a small, unfit pretty boy managing that?
In the show, a few thugs had already been pulled apart.
Wu Mu, rarely looking grim, glared at them, “Where are you from?”
The thugs seed startled by Wu Mu’s earlier actions. After exchanging looks, they hesitated, then scrambled up and ran out.
Wu Mu didn’t chase after them, just said to the cara, “Submit the footage to the police later.”
He turned to help the student on the ground, but upon seeing who it was, he froze.
Xiong Guanglin also froze.
The student on the ground was coincidentally the one who cussed yesterday.
On the show, Wu Mu seed mildly amused, “Hey, you were so tough yesterday, why’d you get beaten today?”
The embarrassed student, trying hard to maintain a nonchalant look despite his humiliation, retorted, “Today just caught without my buddies, they accidentally cornered . Watch get them back later.”
Xiong Guanglin’s face didn’t look too good either.
This
Lost his nerve from yesterday, he got up silently and followed the thugs out of the school.
Wu Mu still didn’t chase them, just turned back to the cara and said, “Leave this to the principal, let the principal handle it.”
He seed rather relaxed about it, he could guess what happened without asking: a typical fight over a girl, common in rural middle schools.
Reporting it to the school or the police wouldn’t solve much; both sides were usually minors, and unless soone got seriously injured, it would end in a mild reprimand.
The show continued, and Xiong Guanglin frowned again.
This?
This?
Wasn’t it still neither here nor there, making the show feel fragnted?
If intended to be lighthearted, there was still a hidden heavy storyline about rural students, weighing on people’s hearts.
If intended to dig deep, it barely scratched the surface, evoking emotion but lacking depth.
Xiong Guanglin looked at the production team mbers, who seed very confident.
Did the production team have more tricks up their sleeves?
Xiong Guanglin, filled with doubts, continued watching.
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“What should I teach the students in the next class?”
“How about teaching them Mo Mo’s ‘On the Road,’ it’s motivational and inspiring!”
“Or Mo Mo’s new song ‘Wind’s Breath’?”
She kept asking Wang Xiaotian and Wu Mu.
Wu Mu found her quite amusing looking like this. Lu Yao wanted to motivate and inspire the students.
Probably after hearing that most of these rural middle school students were left-behind children, and the majority would drop out in junior high to work, she had such thoughts.
But holding onto these ideas, she would likely be disappointed.
The problems in rural middle schools were accumulated due to economic reasons, the absence of parents, and social atmosphere, among many other factors. How could it change just because a few celebrities ca to record for a couple of days?
Not to ntion whether they had the ability to influence the students, even if they did have the ability, the effect wouldn’t be substantial.
In his previous life, in junior high, the school would bring in one or two motivational speakers every year. These speakers were highly eloquent, talking about parents, future, and life. Most students would be moved to tears.
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