boyutpedia Chapter 112 The top star of the Dynasty releases a new song? I want to wash my ears after listening
Chapter 112 The top star of the Dynasty releases a new song? I want to wash my ears after listening
The light from the phone screen seemed particularly glaring in the dimly lit, ambiguous master bedroom.
The bold, blacked-out title, like a menacing monster, abruptly shattered the warm, inviting atmosphere that had just begun to rise in the room.
"Did Dynasty Entertainment release a new song?"
Lin Zhou rested his chin on Su Qingge's smooth shoulder and took a closer look.
His brows furrowed instantly.
"Ink Painting? That's a pretty artistic name."
He chuckled softly, his tone carrying a hint of casual teasing:
"I just don't know if this art style is right or wrong. I don't want it to end up looking like a dog instead of a tiger, and turn out to be just a bunch of scribbles."
Su Qingge didn't respond.
Her finger hovered over the play button, and her expression became somewhat serious.
As a veteran who has been in this industry for many years, she knows Zhou Lixing's methods all too well.
Since they dare to go head-to-head with "Legend" at this critical juncture and even raise the banner of "redefining Chinese style", this song must be a "nuclear weapon" that Dynasty Entertainment has poured all its efforts into creating.
Although KUN came from a talent show, he is currently the biggest top star among wanderers.
The two of them working together are definitely not to be underestimated.
"Listen to it."
Su Qingge took a deep breath and pressed the play button.
At the same time, she casually connected to the Bluetooth speaker by her bedside, wanting to hear what this so-called "pinnacle of Chinese style" was really like.
next second.
"Zzzzz—Boom!"
A sharp, industrial-metallic electronic synthesized sound suddenly burst from the speaker.
There is no prelude.
There was no build-up.
The room was immediately filled with a deafening electronic music bombardment accompanied by drumbeats that sounded like an electric drill drilling into a wall.
Lin Zhou's head was buzzing from the shock, and he instinctively covered his ears.
"Holy crap? The speakers are broken?"
Before he could react, a male voice came from the speaker, sounding like he had a scalding hot sweet potato in his mouth, or like his tongue was tied in knots:
"Yay~ Yeah~ Check it out~"
"Rouge~powder~sorrow~in~my heart~"
"The pipa plays the sorrow of this chaotic world."
Every word was distorted by heavy electronic sounds.
It felt like a robot that had drunk too much fake alcohol and was trying to rap using bel canto techniques.
The most outrageous thing is the lyrics.
Despite having a thumping, club-style arrangement, they insisted on stuffing in ancient-style words like "rouge," "sorrow of parting," and "pipa."
They don't match at all.
The sense of disconnect is so strong it sends chills down your spine.
"What the hell is that song?"
Lin Zhou, his face contorted in pain, asked, "Did he get stung by a bee? Can't he straighten his tongue before he speaks?"
However, the torment had only just begun.
As the chorus began, KUN suddenly started hitting high notes.
"Ah~~~~My~ink painting~~~~"
"Right... right... in that... instant..."
The voice cracked.
Although the sound engineer had tried his best to salvage it, the agonizing, tearing sound still emanated through the electrical current.
It's not only unpleasant to listen to, but also jarring.
It's like scratching a blackboard hard with your fingernail, giving you goosebumps all over your body—a physiological discomfort.
"Turn it off! Turn it off now!"
Lin Zhou finally couldn't hold back any longer and snatched Su Qingge's phone, pressing the pause button hard.
The world is finally quiet.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that those two minutes had been more tiring than carrying his wife for five kilometers through a mud pit.
"Is this something called 'Chinese style'?"
Lin Zhou pointed at his phone in disbelief, staring at the heavily made-up singer's photo on the screen as if he were a fool:
"This is an insult to our national culture! It's a desecration of our ancestors!"
"With this level of skill, he dares to challenge 'Legend'? Did Fish Leong give him the courage?"
Su Qingge rubbed her temples, which were still numb from the shock, and her face looked terrible.
As a professional singer, she understood the quality of the song better than Lin Zhou.
This is utter industrial garbage.
Piling up fancy words and misusing elements results in a complete lack of aesthetic appeal.
"The song is terrible."
Su Qingge sighed, picked up her phone, and swiped down on the screen to open the comments section:
"But look here."
Lin Zhou leaned closer to take a look, and his blood pressure instantly spiked.
The comments section didn't contain the expected complaints and insults.
Instead, there was a uniform, consistent control of public opinion and excessive praise.
"OMG! KUN is amazing! This is true Chinese style!"
"A perfect blend of electronic music and traditional culture! It's so sophisticated! It brought tears to my eyes!"
"These are the kinds of songs young people should be listening to! Su Qingge's outdated ballads are so old-fashioned!"
"Redefining Chinese style! KUN is the future of Chinese music! He'll crush 'Legend'!"
"Some older women should stop making a fool of themselves. If you don't understand appreciation, just shut up and stop exposing your ignorance!"
There were even quite a few so-called "well-known music critics" who wrote thousands of words praising this piece of garbage to the skies.
What "deconstructionism," what "avant-garde experiment," what "epoch-making artwork"?
If the money is right, these people can make even shit sound delicious.
"This is insane, the world has gone mad."
Lin Zhou looked at those comments that distorted the truth and couldn't help but laugh out loud in anger.
He threw his phone onto the bed and stood up.
"Wife, can you tolerate this?"
"I can't stand it."
Su Qingge shook her head, her eyes somewhat dim. "But that's the power of capital. They control the channels, they control the discourse, and we can't do anything about it."
Although she is a superstar, she still seems somewhat powerless in the face of such overwhelming capital operations.
"Nothing we can do?"
Lin Zhou sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He originally just wanted to live a quiet life as a kept man, enjoying a peaceful existence with his wife and children.
But some people insist on sticking their faces out so they can be slapped.
Then don't blame him for being impolite.
"Honey, you misspoke just now."
Lin Zhou straightened the collar of his pajamas as he walked towards the door, his back exuding a resolute killing intent.
"Capital can indeed call a deer a horse."
"But in the face of absolute strength, all marketing and online trolls are just paper tigers."
Su Qingge paused for a moment, looking at his expression as if he was about to "do something important," and subconsciously asked:
"What...what are you going to do?"
"Go to the study."
Lin Zhou didn't turn his head, and his pace quickened.
"Why are you going to the study so late? Haven't Nuonuo's toys all been fixed?" Su Qingge asked, looking bewildered.
Lin Zhou walked to the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, turned to face Su Qingge, and revealed an extremely arrogant yet extremely confident smile:
"I'm going to buy some more things for our daughter's amusement park."
"By the way..."
He pointed to his ear, his tone one of utter disgust:
"My ears were polluted by that piece of garbage just now, I need to find some real traditional Chinese music to cleanse them!"