Chapter Eighty-Seven Imperfect First Creation

  If you ask a guy named Xiao Shuai Ge what activity is the most tiring, he will definitely say that signing autographs is the most tiring. Especially in an unordered environment where hundreds of people are noisy and crowded around him, pushing and squeezing to get his signature.

  But if I had to say something more tiring than this, it would undoubtedly be repeating it three times in a row.

  You think there's anything more tiring? Well, yes, indeed. The sky is still raining, and from head to toe, I'm already completely soaked, but I still have to sign autographs while shouting loudly with a hoarse throat, barely maintaining order, doesn't that count?

  When Xiao Ge somehow managed to escape from the crowd's encirclement, like a dead dog, he didn't know how he ended up on a highway outside of Qing Shui village. By then it was almost 3 pm and he was both hungry and tired, especially his hands were completely numb, making it even difficult for him to ride the bike.

  Because he can't grasp the handlebars now, especially his right hand, let alone ride a bike, even pushing it is useless!

  "Next time I encounter this kind of situation, even if it means abandoning this broken bicycle, I will definitely run away first."

  Someone was walking slowly on the highway while constantly waving his right hand and swearing.

  This helpless feeling is really too painful, isn't it? Especially as his fame grows bigger and bigger, if he performs along the way in the future, won't he have to sign his name tens of thousands of times a day?

  Such a large amount, such a terrible environment, it's simply enough to drive someone crazy!

  At this moment, Xiaosha suddenly came up with a lot of ideas, especially a melody that he felt was very fitting for his mood.

  He started humming the tune and also called out to the system to record it for him:

  It was a rainy day, with black clouds as annoying as crows.

  We all complain about why the sky is so dull

  You say it's better not to meet than to meet, I also have a hard time speaking

  I don't like this way either, but for our goal, we all have to learn to be brave

  ……

  What is inspiration?

  Inspiration is like severe constipation suddenly getting better, and what was previously stuck inside now comes out very smoothly.

  And now, when someone is in a state of extreme depression and desperation, he really easily "suffocated" out a big lump of things.

  All I could hear was Xiao Shuai continuing to hum:

  I want to change because this state is very dangerous

  I'm afraid I'll run away from everyone without being seen, even if my goal hasn't been achieved yet.

  The future is still far away, and we can't predict how far we can go.

  For love and tomorrow, I will work harder a little bit more

  If one day tears wet my eyes, I will still smile and say goodbye

  Your words of encouragement and declaration of love will be etched in my heart forever.

  For tomorrow, our reunion, strive forward bravely

  "Call"

  Xiao Sa Ge let out a long sigh, then asked with some excitement: "System, how's the song I just made? Is it good enough to be a golden hit?"

  "With a gentle 'ding' sound, the system responded: 'The melody is beautiful, with a strong sense of rhythm, and has a very classic style, but the lyrics are still slightly lacking, please modify and name it.'"

  Really? Such great lyrics and you're saying they're not good enough?

  Xiao Sa Ge is depressed again! He finally had an inspiration burst, and thought this song should be able to meet the Golden Melody level, but unexpectedly, the system dared not to acknowledge it?

  Of course, as long as the melody is done, modifying the lyrics isn't impossible either. Xiao Sao Ge had already realized this a long time ago. After all, composing music is much harder than writing lyrics, especially for songs with catchy melodies, which are extremely rare!

  Of course, in today's society, it seems that lyricists are more awesome than composers and have a higher reputation. However, this still can't change the fact that composing is harder than writing lyrics.

  After all, a good song can be classic and well-known without lyrics, but can your lyrics become well-known without the song? This is obviously impossible.

  It's no longer ancient times, and it's impossible for someone like Liu Yong to become a god through writing lyrics. Even if you write great song lyrics, at most you can be considered a poet, but still a modern poet without any classical flavor.

  So, in Xiao Wan Ge's mind, he always thought that as long as he could compose a fantastic song first, the lyrics would not be a problem at all. Moreover, don't forget that what he needs to complete is not Chinese-style lyrics that require some classical literature foundation, but rather just creating a popular hit song that can spread widely.

  In short, what he is pursuing now is popularity and sensational transmission rate. As long as everyone on the street can sing it, that's OK. By then, an album will have to sell at least 30 million copies.

  "Alright, I'll make some good revisions! As for the song name, let's just call it "Bravely Moving Forward"!"

  He nodded and made up his mind, then he turned back to look at the highway which wasn't crowded due to the rain. He suddenly let out a curious "hmm" and muttered to himself: "What's going on? Where are the reporters? Have they all left?"

  It wasn't until now that he thought of a question, didn't he just not see any reporters earlier? But they clearly followed him to Qing Shui Township. Where are they?

  Have they all really left?

  But this is impossible! Xiao Shuai immediately denied this statement, after all, he is now a super popular existence, and the reporters are following him like flies, who would be willing to leave voluntarily?

  "It's now lunchtime, your physical energy has already dropped by half." The system suddenly reminded someone and said: "If you continue like this, you will definitely catch a cold and won't have any extra physical strength to walk for at least three days."

  "Whoa, it's that serious?" Xiao Swan brother was quite surprised to touch his own belly, which had indeed shrunk, and carefully checked the condition of his whole body. He found that he was indeed a bit weak, especially his skin, which had been soaked in rainwater for a long time and had turned pale.

  What made it even more unbearable was that the shoes on his feet had long been soaked by the accumulated water, and now every step he took felt much heavier, and also made a "squish squish" sound.

  "Wow, it seems like Brother really went to a restaurant to eat! Those reporters are probably full now?" Xiao Sao muttered to himself, looking around, but unfortunately, it's impossible to find a regular restaurant unless he goes back to Qing Shui Village.

  But this is obviously impossible, having barely "escaped", how could he possibly run back and "jump into the net" again?

  So he started measuring some civilian houses, anyway as long as there was enough rice and meat it would do, he was still easy to support, and the taste wasn't very particular.

  Just then, a string of car roars suddenly came from behind him. Xiaosan stood on the side of the road and turned back to see that at least a dozen cars were driving towards him in a row, and he also noticed that many people in the cars were holding black cameras taking pictures of him.

  "These bastards, they're full and drunk now, and they're still bothering me." Xiaosan pushed his bicycle, preparing to turn into a large gate of a residential building that was very close to the highway.

  However, a car stopped beside him, and the door slowly opened. A bespectacled reporter smiled and said, "Xiao Shuai Ge, we brought you some food. Do you want to come into the car and eat slowly?"

  "I haven't yet..."

  "Hmm"

  Someone swallowed hard and was about to refuse, after all, a man's mouth is soft when eating! However, his hungry belly shamelessly let out a series of cries, deeply betraying him.

  Someone hastily changed their tune: "I haven't found a place to eat yet, thank you so much."

  "After finishing speaking, he pointed to a large stone by the side of the road and said, 'Let's stop there. I'll borrow your car to change my clothes, they're all soaked.'"

  The reporters, including the one with glasses and the other two in the car, couldn't help but smile, but at the same time, they also felt a deep sense of admiration for this person's "persistence". After all, in today's society, it's unheard of for a celebrity to sign autographs for everyone while getting rained on and going hungry.

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