Chapter 46: Not Only Can He Sing, He Can Also Write Novels

That cheap ballpoint pen.
At this moment in Chen Yu's hand, it felt like the carving knife of a deity.
The camera in the livestream room was locked relentlessly by the director onto Chen Yu's clearly-jointed, terrifyingly steady hand.
The audience watched with their own eyes as notes flowed from the tip of the pen.
They gathered into lines, and then line after line of neat handwriting followed closely behind, forming the lyrics.
There was not the slightest pause, not a moment of hesitation, nor the agonizing brainstorming typical of ordinary creators.
He was acting precisely like a damn printing machine.
[Is... is this writing a song? Are we sure he isn't copying from a book?]
[Oh my god, this speed... Doesn't he need to conceive it? Are the melody and lyrics growing straight out of his brain?]
[Is this fake? He's definitely just putting on an act! He must have memorized the score in advance and is performing here now!]
[To the person above, why don't you put on a performance for me to see? Look at what kind of score that is! A mix of staff notation and numbered musical notation, complete with chord markers, and the arrangement framework is already written out! Can you memorize something like this, damn it?]
[I don't understand music, but I am utterly shocked! All I know is that it takes me half an hour just to squeeze out a three-hundred-word self-reflection report, while he... is writing so fast sparks are practically flying off the page!]

Jiang Zhiyun stood at the entrance of the study, her cold phoenix-like eyes locked fixedly on Chen Yu's back.
Creation, especially high-quality creation, is a process that exhausts the mind and drains inspiration.
The birth of a good song often requires weeks or even months of refinement.
Yet what about Chen Yu?
He was acting as if he were simply copying an elementary school textbook from memory.
Time ticked away second by second.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes...
An hour passed.
Chen Yu maintained that leaning posture the entire time.
Outside the study, Jiang Zhiyun had shifted from standing to leaning against the wall. With her arms crossed over her chest and her brows tightly knitted, her emotions were infinitely complex.
Just how many secrets were hidden within this man?
She felt as though her understanding of the world was being upended and reshaped over and over again.

The barrage of comments in the livestream had also gradually thinned out from the intense arguments at the beginning.
In the end, almost only two types of voices remained.
[...I'm numb, I am completely numb.]
[I've given up thinking. I just want to know when this bro is actually going to stop.]
[Is he planning to single-handedly flip the entire Mandopop music scene upside down?]

Another half hour passed.
When the last stack of manuscript paper on the corner of the desk grew thin, Chen Yu finally stopped writing.
Then, he casually gathered the thick stack of manuscript paper—still warm from the ink—together. Too lazy to even straighten out the order, he just picked it up and walked out like that.
Jiang Zhiyun immediately straightened her posture, her gaze locking tightly onto the stack of paper in his hand.
Chen Yu walked up to her, as if he had just completed some insignificant triviality, and handed over the stack of manuscript paper casually.
"Here, it's all in there."
Jiang Zhiyun instinctively reached out her hands and took the stack of paper.
It was heavy.
She looked down, and the moment she caught a glimpse, her breath hitched sharply.
On the very top sheet of paper, two sweeping, cursive characters were written at the top—*Exaggerated*.
Below it were densely packed notes and lyrics.
*"If someone takes a picture, remember to put your hands in your pockets..."*
*"You can think of me as exaggerated, the exaggeration is only because I'm so afraid..."*
Just glancing through a few lines of lyrics made Jiang Zhiyun's heart leap into her throat.
Her sensitivity and appreciation for music allowed her to instantly judge that the value of this song was absolutely, unequivocally more than three hundred thousand!
Five hundred thousand? One million? No! This was a masterpiece capable of elevating a top-tier singer to legendary status!
With trembling hands, she flipped to the second page.
Song title: *Lonely Warrior*.
*"Love you walking alone in the dark alleys, love your posture of refusing to kneel, love you confronting despair without ever crying once..."*
Jiang Zhiyun's pupils contracted violently!
If *Exaggerated* was the ultimate inner outcry of an individual, then this song, *Lonely Warrior*, was an epic dedicated to all those who walked against the current!
The breadth of its vision and the depth of its concept.
Made her—the president of an entertainment company who had seen countless romance tracks—feel her scalp tingle!
Refusing to believe it, she continued flipping downward.
The third song: *The Seabed*.
The fourth song: *The Wind Rises*.
The fifth song: *A Man Like Me*.
...
Song after song.
The style of every single song was completely different, encompassing pop, rock, folk, traditional Chinese styles...
Yet every single one possessed the power to strike straight at the heart and the potential to become a blockbuster hit!
This was no longer a stack of manuscript paper.
This was a gold mine! A terrifying gold mine with staggering reserves, enough to overturn the entire Mandopop music industry!

Jiang Zhiyun's mind went completely blank; she felt as though she could no longer breathe.
The viewers in the entire livestream, through Jiang Zhiyun's out-of-character expression on camera and the fleeting glimpses of the manuscript paper, also went completely insane.
[What did I just see? *Exaggerated*? *Lonely Warrior*? These song titles... Damn it, just hearing the names makes me feel hyped!]
[President Jiang's expression says it all! She... she seems to have been scared silly!]
[Just how many songs are in there? That stack of paper is way too thick! Did he write dozens of songs in a little over an hour? And every single one is a nuclear bomb?]
[I don't believe it! Unless President Jiang sings one right now! Otherwise, I will die refusing to believe this! This is unscientific! This isn't materialism!]
[From today on, Chen Yu is my only bro! Anyone who says a bad word about him is making an enemy of me!]

Watching Jiang Zhiyun's thunderstruck appearance, Chen Yu wiped the sweat from his brow and scratched the back of his head with a somewhat embarrassed look.
"Uhm... don't be too moved."
He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth, and said in a relaxed tone:
"Consider it... repayment in kind? Anyway, what your company lacks most right now are these things, so stop pulling out divorce to scare me every time something happens."
With that, he gave a carefree wave of his hand, turned around, and walked back to the living room sofa. He picked up the controller and skillfully turned on the game console.
With a low hum, the screen lit up.
The familiar sounds of battle and character battle cries once again filled the entire living room.
He, Chen Yu, had reverted once more to that lazy fish addicted to gaming.
Leaving Jiang Zhiyun standing all alone in place, blankly clutching the stack of manuscript paper capable of changing her destiny, her complex emotions swirling as if a spice cabinet had been overturned.
She knew the livestream was still ongoing and countless eyes were watching her.
She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the raging waves in her heart, and without saying anything further, she silently and carefully placed the stack of manuscript paper into her briefcase.

...

That night.
Jiang Zhiyun's phone rang abruptly in the silent bedroom.
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Zhiyun pressed the answer button.
"Zhiyun," the voice on the other end of the line carried its usual unquestionable authority. "I saw the livestream."
Jiang Zhiyun remained silent, her fingers gripping the phone tightening slightly.
"That Chen Yu is quite interesting."
Jiang Shihong finally betrayed a trace of approval.
"He hides himself pretty deeply. Bring those songs to the group headquarters tomorrow and hand them over to the head of the Entertainment Department."