novelinnhs Chapter 49 Teacher Su is no longer bringing soup.
Chapter 49 Teacher Su is no longer bringing soup.
"Never mind, it's not your fault." Su Xiaoxiao continued, "I watched Yu Ji's video, and it really deserves a good poem. And what you wrote is also correct. In your heart, Yu Ji may indeed be like a green mountain—she helped you, supported you, and her carefree spirit is enviable."
"But Wang Bo," Su Xiaoxiao's tone became serious, "I hope you understand that my sister's affection for you is based on her appreciation of your talent and character. She is a very pure person who loves music and pure things."
Wang Bo typed: "President Su, I understand."
After sending that message, he felt inexplicably choked up.
Does he not have any feelings for Su Yiyi?
How is that possible!
She's a genuine rich and beautiful woman; she doesn't need to work and can travel the world like Zhou Yuji.
But she still has her own ideals and career, to be a pure music teacher.
My phone vibrated again; this time it was Su Yiyi.
"Wang Bo, I saw the poem you wrote for Yu Ji, it's so beautiful." Her message was as gentle as ever. "Were you nervous about releasing a song today? Do you need me to bring you some calming soup at noon?"
Wang Bo stared at the message, his finger hovering over the screen for a long time.
Finally, he replied, "Thank you, Ms. Su. No need to trouble you. I have company plans today, so I might have to stay in the recording studio all day."
"Okay, then make sure you get some rest and don't overwork yourself."
Conversation ends.
Wang Bo put down his phone and walked to the window.
The city awakens in the morning light, traffic flows, and a new day begins.
And his new song will be presented to the world today.
At 9:00 AM, the pre-launch Weibo post was released on time.
Wang Bo reposted the countdown poster from the company's official Weibo account, along with a 15-second piano prelude clip from the song "Encounter," with the simple caption: "Hear the departure of winter."
Almost instantly, comments and reposts began to surge.
"Here you are! We've been waiting for you!"
"This intro... I've already started listening to it on repeat!"
"Wang Bo, you're my god!"
"What time is it being shipped out today? I've already prepared my wallet!"
Wang Bo refreshed the page, looking at the enthusiastic comments, and the ripples in his heart caused by the poem gradually subsided.
That's what he should be focusing on.
music.
the work.
stage.
As for feelings... let's talk about that when he has the means; right now, it's all just wishful thinking.
Wang Bo closed Weibo, opened his email, and began reading the third version of the live broadcast script sent by Su Xiaoxiao.
As he looked at it, he smiled.
The draft had a line marked in red: "You are free to improvise here, but you are prohibited from mentioning any ambiguous relationships, including but not limited to Zhou Yuji, Su Yiyi, and any woman who may arouse fans' fantasies."
Below is a line of smaller print: "If you really have to mention it, just say you love music, and music is your girlfriend."
Wang Bo smiled and shook his head, continuing to read on.
The script was very detailed, from the opening remarks to the interactive sessions, to the closing remarks, and even listed the questions that might be asked and the standard answers.
Question: What inspired the creation of this song?
Answer: It comes from observations and insights gained from life. I can't go into specifics, otherwise it will lose its mystery.
Question: What are your plans for the future?
Answer: I'll continue making good music. There might be new works, but details will remain confidential.
Question: Who is your favorite singer?
Answer: Everyone who takes music seriously deserves respect.
As Wang Bo read and took notes, his admiration for Su Xiaoxiao's professional abilities grew even stronger.
Although this woman can be so domineering at times that it can be a headache, she is definitely reliable when it comes to getting things done.
In the afternoon, not long after Wang Bo arrived at the recording studio, Su Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and came in.
She was wearing a royal blue suit today, exuding confidence, and holding a tablet computer with real-time data displayed on the screen.
"The pre-launch hype has exceeded expectations," she said, handing the tablet to Wang Bo. "The Weibo hashtag has already garnered over 50 million views, and the number of pre-orders on music platforms has surpassed 100,000. Wang Bo, you're really going to be a sensation this time."
Looking at those numbers, Wang Bo felt surprisingly calm.
"President Su, a good song is the only true measure of success."
Su Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow: "Oh, you're quite ambitious. Okay, then it's up to you tonight. The live stream starts at eight, so be at the company by seven-thirty. The makeup artist and stylist are already ready."
She paused, then added, "By the way, Yu Ji is trending again."
Wang Bo asked, "Because of that poem?"
"Otherwise what?" Su Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. "Your poem is currently trending at number nine, and your fans and her fans are having a party in the comments section, saying that you two are a 'talented man and a beautiful woman'—although I think that crazy woman Yu Ji has absolutely nothing to do with the word 'beautiful woman'."
Wang Bo laughed and said, "Sister Yu Ji will scold you again when she sees this."
"Let her curse," Su Xiaoxiao said nonchalantly. "Anyway, she's in the Western Regions, she can't touch me. But Wang Bo, this incident serves as a reminder—you're a public figure now, and your every word and action will be magnified. Writing poetry is fine, but you need to be mindful of your boundaries."
Wang Bo nodded: "I understand."
"Good, I understand." Su Xiaoxiao checked the time. "Alright, I have a meeting. You continue preparing. See you tonight."
She walked to the door, then turned back: "By the way, Yiyi isn't coming to deliver the soup tonight. She said she didn't want to disturb you while you were preparing for your live stream."
Wang Bo's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded: "Okay."
The door closed, and Wang Bo was left alone in the recording studio again.
He reopened Weibo.
One of the trending posts was Zhou Yuji reposting his comment, with the caption: "@Wang Bo Xiao Wang Tongxue, your sister is sending you a heart from the Western Regions. Keep releasing good songs, or if you flop, I'll really jump off a snow mountain."
The comments below have already exceeded a thousand.
"What kind of incredible friendship (or love) is this?"
"Sister Yuji, admit it! You are Wang Bo's muse!"
"Am I the only one who thinks these two are a perfect match?"
"Wang Bo belongs to music, but music belongs to everyone!"
Wang Bo turned off Weibo, opened his phone's photo album, and scrolled to the photos from the provincial celebration.
In the photo, he is standing on the stage, with a sea of people in the audience below. In the distance, you can see Zhou Yuji, Su Xiaoxiao, and Su Yiyi standing together.
Zhou Yuji smiled the brightest, Su Xiaoxiao clapped, and Su Yiyi looked at the stage tenderly.
That marked the beginning of a turning point in his life.
From then on, everything was different.
My phone vibrated; a new WeChat message.
Zhou Yuji sent a photo—she was at the foot of a snow-capped mountain, making a victory sign at the camera, with majestic snow-capped mountains and a clear blue sky behind her.
Postscript: "Little Wang, the green hills are here, waiting for you to reach the summit."
Wang Bo looked at the photo. The snow-capped mountain was huge, with two towering peaks, dazzlingly white.
Reaching the summit...
He looked out the window; the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark.
At 8 PM, "Encounter" was officially released online.
At the same time, Wang Bo's live stream started on time.
In front of the camera, he wore a simple white shirt, sat at the piano in the recording studio, and smiled at the camera.
"Hello everyone, I'm Wang Bo."