Definitely Worried that I'll Become Conceited

Ling Yanchuan03: [???]

Ling Yanchuan03: [Expert, don't block me! I'm really Ling Yanchuan himself ahhhh! Can you give me a chance? Your music is very suitable to be adapted. I promise not to disappoint you!]

What the f*ck?

This guy is like a sticky candy that you can't shake off.

I already said I won't give the authorization. I won't authorize you. Do you not understand human language?

I even wrote it on my personal homepage!

Dumbstruck, Cloud Hao clicked on the upper right corner and dragged this newly registered ID into his blacklist.

He really didn't expect there to be such a relentless person who refused to give up even after being blocked three times in a row.

If it weren't for the system mission, he might actually have been moved by this guy.

After all, Brother Liang's singing skill was really…

Hah… Must be my karmic retribution!

Qian Yuan: [I went to the recording studio once more and recorded it again. Listen to it and tell me what you think.]

Seeing the new message in the private message chat, Cloud Hao patiently downloaded the attachment and listened to it again. After pondering for a long time with his eyes closed, he typed a reply.

[I think it's okay.]

Even though this "okay" was somewhat forced.

But what else can I do?

This is already the f*cking 100th time.

Although Cloud Hao's intuition told him that this might be Brother Ziyuan's most successful recording, after having his ears polluted so many times, he also began to doubt whether his judgment was as accurate as it was at the beginning.

However, Brother Ziyuan felt quite good about himself, not finding anything wrong with it at all.

Qian Yuan: [In that case, I can rest assured. When I was recording for the 99th time, I almost doubted whether I actually had a talent for music.]

Cloud Hao was speechless.

Qian Yuan: [If there is no problem… I'll upload it? *Nervous.jpg*]

Cloud Hao suppressed the urge to roast him. He sighed and typed in reply.

[Upload it.]

Hurry up and get it done.

If he continued waiting, the popularity he had gained with much difficulty using the piano version of the song would dissipate.

Qian Yuan: [Ok… By the way, I was thinking just now whether we should form a group or something. I keep feeling that it's not quite appropriate to publish the song under my name.]

Although the name of the composer and lyricist would appear in the song's information column, generally speaking, people would only focus on the singer. Rarely would anyone pay attention to the person who wrote the song.

Liang Ziyuan felt that this didn't make any sense. If he sang the song and made it popular, wouldn't it be unfair to this "Somewhere Deep in the Clouds" pal?

Therefore, he thought ahead and put forward this proposal.

However, Cloud Hao felt that this guy was overthinking it. He had never cared about these false reputations all along. Hence, he impatiently typed a reply.

[Anything.]

Qian Yuan: [Then let's call it… Yuan Cloud Brilliant Works. What do you think of this name?]

Somewhere Deep in the Clouds: [I'm fine with anything.]

He typed out this line with his thumb. Cloud Hao had just clicked send when he suddenly thought of something important. He hurriedly continued typing.

[By the way, don't register for an account again. Just use your account to publish it.]

Qian Yuan: [Ah, why…]

Somewhere Deep in the Clouds: [Don't bother about that. Just do as I say.]

After a long while, a new message popped up in the private message window.

Qian Yuan: […Alright then.]

Somewhere Deep in the Clouds: [One more thing, can you take down your past works for a few days?]

Qian Yuan: [Why?]

F*ck!

Why does this guy have so many 'whys'? Is this "One Hundred Thousand Whys"?

Your dad is doing this for your own good!

Cloud Hao patiently typed a reply.

[Because after listening to a song, people who find it good will often browse through your past works… Do you get what I mean?]

Better not be too straightforward.

After all, the truth hurts.

Holding the phone, Liang Ziyuan pondered for a long time before his eyes sparkled with realization all of a sudden.

I see…

Brother Deep in the Clouds must be worried that I'll become conceited and complacent.

He knew best how good his own singing skills were. As early as the first time he recorded the song, he could already sense his potential to become popular.

If the audience stalked him, looked through his homepage, and were drawn to the past works on his homepage, they would praise him too much. It might not necessarily be a good thing for his road of music creations.

Putting away how touched he felt, he sniffed and typed a reply.

[I understand.]

After waiting for a long time without any news, Cloud Hao thought that this guy's self-esteem had taken a hit. He was wondering if he should console him or at least explain that he didn't mean anything by it. To his surprise, he agreed to it so readily.

Seems out of character for this stubborn a*s…

But in any case, the end result is good.

The elated Cloud Hao swiftly typed a response.

[Thanks for understanding!]

Qian Yuan: [No, I should be the one thanking you. I understand your kind intentions, and I will continue to work hard!]

Seeing this sentence, Cloud Hao nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad!

It's rare for this kid to have self-awareness. He finally realized how f*cking horrible his past works are.

This young man is promising and worthy of being taught!

…

"Is my talent still too mediocre to draw the attention of that guru?"

Staring at the familiar [You have been blocked by the other party] on the screen, an agonized expression appeared on Ling Yanchuan's face.

As the saying went, 'bad things come in threes'.

Including his main account and three side accounts, he had already tried four times, but to no avail.

In the beginning, he had put on some celebrity airs. Later on, there was not even an ounce of it remaining; he was just short of pouncing on him and licking him. However, the other party still didn't respond to him.

He felt that it was not worth it to humble himself to this extent.

It was true that he really liked this piece of music, so much that he was willing to ignore the composer's fame and write lyrics for him for free.

However, there was a limit for everything.

I have already stooped too low. If it's still not enough to move the other party, then even if I manage to get my hands on this opportunity, it won't have any meaning.

Humans needed to have some backbone.

Heaving a regretful sigh, Ling Yanchuan turned off his phone and decided to try again later.

Maybe…

My attitude isn't right?

Or perhaps I should write the lyrics on my own first and send it to him to take a look. Maybe I can impress this big shot then.

When his manager saw the dejected expression on Ling Yanchuan's face, he immediately comforted him, "Don't be too upset. Maybe he just… doesn't want others to adapt his work? Some musicians have a weird temperament, the more so the older they are. You should know."

"Maybe."

Ling Yanchuan felt a bit better.

Just like his manager said, many of Country Xia's expert-level musicians, who made great music, mostly had strange personalities.

They might not be very well-known in public, but their status in the industry was way higher than him.

Especially this song, "The Fleeting Fireworks". Just looking at the fundamentals of the music itself, Ling Yanchuan guessed that the composer was most likely some big shot's sock puppet account.

It would also make sense that those who played pure music didn't fancy pop singers like them.

After having a meal with his manager, Ling Yanchuan returned to his apartment.

He originally wanted to practice the piano, but he couldn't help but log into the Yinke platform, planning to gather other new songs.

However, just as he entered the Yinke webpage and his gaze fell onto the new-songs chart, he froze.

To his astonishment, in the top position on the newcomers' new-song charts was the song "The Fleeting Fireworks", which he kept thinking about!

It was not the piano version, but the piano accompaniment with vocal singing!

What the f*ck???

I thought he wasn't giving the authorization?

Ling Yanchuan was befuddled.