dkrc Chapter 62 The Predetermined Champion
Chapter 62 The Predetermined Champion
The wind from the Western Regions swept across the snow-capped mountains, making a whooshing sound outside the tent, like some ancient whisper.
Zhou Yuji was wrapped in a thick sleeping bag, holding up her phone. The light from the screen illuminated her slightly dazed face.
Wang Bo's words, "I'll wait for you to come back and warm my bed," were just words, yet they seemed to carry a destructive power, piercing through thousands of kilometers and exploding in her ears.
"Warm...warm the bed?" she murmured repeatedly, her fingers fiddling with the zipper on the edge of her sleeping bag.
The little man's wings... have hardened; he'll fight back now.
A surge of restless heat, tinged with a hint of panic, suddenly welled up from some corner of my heart and quickly spread to my cheeks and ears.
She was so cold inside the tent that she needed to wrap herself tightly in her sleeping bag, but at that moment she felt a little warm.
All those suggestive phrases she used to use, like "French kiss," "I'll pay you back with interest," and "I'll go back and warm your bed," were uttered in the heat of the moment.
The point is to have a good time talking trash; just imagine Wang Bo's helpless reaction, it's really funny.
Zhou Yuji has been in the world for over twenty years, what has she ever been afraid of?
Teasing a handsome guy like Wang Bo is called fun and carefree!
But Wang Bo responded seriously, demanding that she fulfill her promise...
Zhou Yuji suddenly realized that it was already autumn.
Although the sun still shines brightly during the day in the Western Regions, the chill of the night has already seeped into the bones.
Winter seems to be just around the corner.
She buried her face in her sleeping bag. Su Xiaoxiao was right; she had the desire but not the courage.
Imagine this scene: one winter night, she actually runs to Wang Bo's place, puts her hands on her hips, and says, "Sister, I'm here to warm your bed," then takes off her coat and lies down...
Then, just chatting?
Just thinking about it makes Zhou Yuji's scalp tingle, and she feels like she could dig a Potala Palace out of her sleeping bag with her toes.
"No, no," she shook her head violently, banishing those embarrassing images from her mind. "I'll just say I was joking! Yes, I'll say the UV rays in the Western Regions were so strong they short-circuited my brain!"
Having secured her escape route, she felt a little more at ease. Picking up her phone again, she looked at her chat with Wang Bo, her finger hovering over the screen, typing and deleting, finally sending only one arrogant emoji: [A cartoon cat with its legs crossed, captioned: Just you wait, I'll show you what real bed-warming skills are!]
After sending it, she blinked, wondering why she couldn't control herself again.
She tossed her phone aside, then shrank into her sleeping bag, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, pretending that the person who had been so nervous that she was scratching at her sleeping bag just moments before wasn't her.
"Sleep!" She closed her eyes, trying to hypnotize herself.
Meanwhile, in Shanghai, at the top-floor office of the Starlight Media Building.
The neon lights outside the window outlined the city's silhouette, while the office was brightly lit, creating a subtle atmosphere.
Liu Wei leaned back in her leather office chair, the cigarette between her fingers already burning with a long ash.
On the computer screen in front of her was a data curve showing the explosive growth of "Your Answer," along with several articles praising it by influential music critics.
Mr. Zhang sat opposite him, his face not much better than the cigarette ash. He pushed up his glasses and said in a complicated tone, "It's out, it's out again, and it's even a school song, a set topic... Sister Liu, Wang Bo's creative ability is a bit strange."
"Strange?" Liu Wei flicked away her cigarette ash, twitched the corner of her mouth, "It's too steady. 'Once You Were Here' is a nostalgic hit, 'Encounter' is emotionally delicate, and this song 'Your Answer'... is a precise emotional resonance plus collective inspiration. It's like he knows what people, especially young people, need to listen to these days."
"This is both a good thing and a bad thing for the show," Mr. Zhang analyzed. "The good thing is that with him around, the attention on 'The Voice of China' will definitely be high, and the buzz will be huge. The bad thing is... if he performs too well and makes a meteoric rise, our plan to use him as a whetstone will be difficult to implement. The audience isn't blind, and the judges can't be too outrageous."
Liu Wei was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, but her smile lacked warmth: "Pressure can also be a driving force. As for Li Xuan, didn't Professor Chen say he was training very hard? And what about Qin Xiao, who's been spurred on by Wang Bo? He's always been arrogant, thinking he has no rivals among his peers, right? Now that Wang Bo has appeared, what do you think he'll think when he sees these stats?"
Mr. Zhang's eyes lit up slightly: "You mean...?"
"Standing out from the crowd is boring," Liu Wei slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. "It's only interesting when two tigers fight. The stronger Wang Bo is, the more valuable it is to elevate Qin Xiao. As for room for maneuver... as long as the gap isn't enormous, we and the production team can always find a way to make the story go according to our script. The key is that Qin Xiao himself has to be able to handle this role."
She paused, then looked at President Zhang: "Has Qin Xiao seen the data for 'Your Answer'? What's his reaction?"
Mr. Zhang picked up his phone and looked at it: "His agent just sent a message saying that after Qin Xiao listened to the song, he only said it was kind of interesting and hoped that he wouldn't be too bored during the competition."
Liu Wei raised an eyebrow: "Oh? It seems our young master's interest has been piqued."
"That's right," Mr. Zhang said with a wry smile. "This guy is good in every way—resources, looks, and basic skills are all excellent. It's just that he's too arrogant. He thinks that singers of his age in China are all just weaklings fighting each other. Now that Wang Bo has come along, he probably thinks he finally has a worthy opponent."
"That's good," Liu Wei stubbed out her cigarette. "Tell Qin Xiao's team to prepare well; the first episode has to be a hit. The harder Wang Bo is, the sharper the blade he'll make. As for Wang Bo... didn't the contract already sign? Let him write and sing well. The better he sings, the more exciting the show will be."
Linjiang No. 1, a luxurious penthouse on the top floor.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the dazzling night view of the Huangpu River, but inside only a floor lamp is turned on, and the soft light envelops the piano area.
Qin Xiao was wearing a silk bathrobe and walking barefoot on an expensive handmade carpet, having just finished his daily piano practice.
His features were deep and handsome, with a refined look that hinted at mixed heritage, but the aloofness and arrogance in his eyes diluted any potential softness that might come with excessive beauty.
He picked up the iPad from the coffee table and started scrolling through it casually.
On the screen, the data page for "Your Answer" is still open.
The message from the agent was still in the chat box: "Brother Xiao, this song is a hit. The composer, Wang Bo, is one of your opponents in this season's 'New Voice Battle.' Starlight Entertainment said it's worth paying attention to."
Qin Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that lacked warmth.
opponent?
He had heard of too many rivals who ultimately became mere background figures.
It's nothing more than a product of company packaging, resource accumulation, or simply luck in stumbling upon a popular song.
There was nothing that could truly pique his interest.
He clicked on "Your Answer" and skipped straight to the chorus.
The clear and powerful chorus filled the ears, the lyrics were straightforward yet powerful, and the melody was not particularly complex, but the emotions that progressed layer by layer were captured very accurately.
After listening, Qin Xiao remained silent for a while.
Then, he closed the page, walked to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a small glass of whiskey.
"Wang Bo..." He gently swirled his glass, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. "Being able to write 'The You of the Past' and this song 'Your Answer' means he's not just a good-for-nothing who relies on luck and packaging."
"I hope you're not just a flash in the pan." He looked at the lights streaming through the window. "The Battle of the New Voices... it's finally getting interesting. Don't let me win too easily."