Li Yu used the account he registered when releasing songs before to upload the new video, and after posting, he casually threw it into Lu Weijia’s Q group.
It didn’t take long for so idle and bored people to click on it.
Although it was a new account, and the person on cara was an unfamiliar face, as old fans of Lu Weijia, the fans in the Q group were very familiar with his style.
As the first one to watch and comnt, group mber Calcium Oxide said it was "full of flavors" (Lu Weijia’s account na is "Thousand Bird Wenjing, Unrivalled under Heaven").
It was like a masterpiece from the master coming back from the dead!
Encouraged by his words, more people clicked in to watch, and everyone conscientiously hit like, subscribe, and share. Those with coins also donated without any need for Li Yu to remind them.
The main reason was that not donating felt eerily wrong—worried that the group owner might crawl out from under their beds at night. By then, it wouldn’t just be about donating or not, they feared they couldn’t end it without significantly powering up the content creator.
The bullet comnts and feedback were lively; within a short while, there were already several hundred comnts. This less than three-minute video had a very strange rhythm.
The supposed focus of the video, the reasons for ti travel and the background of another world’s customs, were done within thirty seconds, leaving the remaining two minutes for Zhang Hai to solemnly educate everyone on how to wipe one’s butt in another world.
He even personally tested several natural "toilet papers," discussing the pros and cons in great detail, with two blurred spots on the screen especially shocking to the viewers.
The ending segnt of a nonsensical, seven-second reversed montage was truly the icing on the cake.
It also convinced the group mbers that the man was back!
——Abstract! The ultimate abstraction!!! And this ti the the was quite interesting too.
One could say that after traveling to another world, Lu Weijia’s entire being was sublimated, and his level of creativity had risen to a new level.
After subscribing, liking, and donating, they imdiately shared the video, with so hot-blooded people in the group declaring they would help the group owner hit this year’s top 100.
But they were quickly rebutted by others who said what’s the point of the top 100, it’s just a toy for the big shots, and it changes every year. The owner of the group, this otherworldly content creator, was eternal and unique.
"Otherworldly content creator, that’s a nice title."
"Seconded."
" 1."
...
So, the group mbers started spamming "otherworldly content creator" in the bullet comnts, and to prevent those who might be unaware from not understanding, soone kindly suggested newbies should go search for the old account "Thousand Bird Wenjing, Unrivalled under Heaven."
Within less than two hours, the video’s views had already broken ten thousand, and under the current algorithm chanism of platform "B", it was arranged to a better recomndation spot, gaining more clicks and recomndations.
After releasing the video, Li Yu told everyone to clock off, and he went to the gym to exercise, so he wasn’t checking the backend at that mont.
As for Zhang Hai, who was new to the cara and even scored the leading role, he was looking forward to the subsequent feedback.
Shortly after the video was released, he began to frequently refresh his phone screen, capturing so funny comnts with screenshots, and directly responding to the negative ones.
When he saw the views shooting up like a rocket, Zhang Hai got excited and wanted to share the good news with Li Yu imdiately.
Only then did he rember that company policy forbade staff from contacting each other after work.
Zhang Hai didn’t quite understand this rule; he thought that everyone was part of a group, no, a company, just like brothers and family.
The mont he joined Bratis Culture Communication Co., Ltd., he had resolved to follow Li Yu’s lead.
He believed that after work, they should still keep in touch often, maybe grab a bite, sing so songs, and enhance their camaraderie.
However, Li Yu said that everyone already spends enough ti together at work, and that after hours they should leave so space to deal with their own lives.
Zhang Hai didn’t think so, but Li Yu was the boss. Since he had made a decision, Zhang Hai supported it firmly.
In the end, he called two friends and went to celebrate by playing billiards.
After exercising, Li Yu returned ho, cooked noodles, and finally opened the backend to check the data. By that ti, the play count of the short video had reached 80,000 and was still climbing.
The two songs he had released before were also gaining so heat.
Everyone found out that this underworld up Master had dabbled in music production before embarking on this series.
On listening, well, what a bunch of gibberish, but this ti nobody was calling it trash anymore.
Most of the people now flocking to this account were there for the entertainnt. The short video had set the tone, giving everyone a preconceived notion.
As for the incomprehensible lyrics, they actually started to enjoy the humor in them.
Moreover, seeing that it was an exclusive otherworld release, soone comnted below—Big production, huh? The music is out even before the film, not bad at all.
—"Not only that, he’s even invented a new language, so hilarious. I love this kind of deadpan nonsense. I just wonder if the female singer managed to keep a straight face while performing," one comnt read.
—"Speaking of singers, that voice is bizarre enough. Can’t tell if it’s a man’s or a woman’s voice. Where on earth does this up Master find these weirdos?"
—"To the above, it’s a female singer. There’s her album on Net Suppressing Cloud, and she’s quite pretty, too."
—"Really? What’s her na? I’ll go have a look."
When the lights were out in the dorm for the night, Ying Man, lying in bed playing with her phone, also noticed she had an unusually high number of comnts today, and her follower count had increased significantly.
So she checked the comnts and saw that many were from Bilibili paying a visit.
Only then did Ying Man realize that the company called Bratis Culture Communication Co., Ltd., with which she had previously collaborated, seed to have switched to making short videos.
It looked like the play counts were pretty good, so she followed the trail to take a peek.
She hadn’t been exposed to much ghost tweaking before, so this short video of less than three minutes brought her endless shock.
After watching it, the bright light from the phone screen reflected Ying Man’s stunned expression.
What is this? It’s so strange.
Watch it again.
...
Ying Man watched it again and certainly, it was still very strange. Afterward, her thoughts aligned with most of the comnts—they all wanted to check the ntal state of the up Master.
But no matter what, it had a lot of viewers.
So... the company’s transformation must have been pretty successful, and by association, Ying Man also enjoyed a bit of the lilight.
She had agreed to sing mainly because of Che Haishen. That guy seed to have a keen interest in these dieval music styles.
He had been leading the project for a while, but after it was released and received poorly, it fell by the wayside.
Che Haishen was quite regretful and a little bit knocked back, seeming listless these days.
So Ying Man’s first thought was to ssage Che Haishen about this turn of events, but then thinking of how he was always hovering around Chen Jiahuan, Ying Man snorted coldly, pulled up her blanket, and went to sleep.
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