Chapter 18

"WHAT?" Li Huanle hadn't reacted yet. To be honest, this song was just something he copied from his memory. Although it was created by Yoo Yong-jin on Earth, the differences in this parallel universe weren't significant. While there were some issues with the creation time, it wasn't as if his creation could be called trash, right?

"Are you不服气 (unconvinced)?" Yoo Yong-jin asked with a cold smile. Ever since this young man explained his purpose, he had been very displeased.

In his eyes, Li Huanle had become one of those young people who wanted to take shortcuts and didn't understand the value of hard work. Indeed, sometimes a top producer's evaluation could bring significant changes to a new composer, but Yoo Yong-jin wasn't an easy person to get along with. A man who had been friends with a legendary tyrant for years—could he really be a kind father figure?

Actually, true good people were rare, not just in this industry but in society as a whole. However, there were relatively more good people, such as those who were good to their friends, family, students, or their own ethnic group. These could be considered relatively good.

There were certainly not many absolutely good people, especially in the entertainment industry.

If Yoo Yong-jin were to help a promising junior, his music studio wouldn't be so empty.

Seeing that Li Huanle was still looking at him in surprise, Yoo Yong-jin slightly lifted his baseball cap and sneered, "Hmph, a single R&B style, although it's close to Western styles, it has no highlights at all. You can even mix it using some basic melodies and samples. The most laughable part is the lyrics. What is this? A hymn? Praising Girls' Generation? Are you a fan of theirs?"

"Look at these lyrics: 'My dear girl, my Girls' Generation, oh! So dazzling, my heart feels like it's been pierced by an arrow...' How do you think I should guide you? This is just elementary school-level writing. I can only say it's trash, both the lyrics and the melody are worthless!"

Perhaps he was interested, or perhaps he was treating Li Huanle like a trainee from his company, and he continued, "Young man, if you really want to develop in this field, be more down-to-earth. Instead of seeking guidance with a侥幸 (lucky) mindset, you should listen more, watch more, and learn more. I meet dozens of people like you every year, and you are one of the worst I've seen in recent years. Your music has no personal touch, and your lyrics are as simple as a child's. Maybe the general public likes it, but for a musician, it's worth nothing!"

Sometimes people are like this: when they don't like someone, everything about that person becomes annoying. Perhaps Yoo Yong-jin just found such a song uninteresting, and with the recent popularity of Girls' Generation, he was already annoyed. Could he give a good evaluation of this song?

The answer is no. If he knew that this song was a 'gift track' he would create in the future, he might cry.

"Phew!"

Li Huanle suddenly took a deep breath, then stood up. His face no longer showed any excitement or anticipation. Yoo Yong-jin's words had completely hurt Li Huanle's feelings, and countless similar scenes flashed through his mind.

A certain fat pig: "Condoms are for convenience. What's this about preventing diseases? As long as they prevent pregnancy, that's fine. I don't think your product has any future; it's worthless!"

A certain official: "Your product is good, but the price is too high, and it's difficult to promote. We can't do much about it. Of course, if you're willing to fund a nationwide promotion, we might consider supporting it."

A certain agent: "Forget it. What 'happiness'? Condoms should be called 'excitement.' Your company used to do well, but then you insisted on researching new products. Now that you've developed them, they don't fit the market at all. They're just a waste of time and money. Take this thing away. If SAFE goes back to its old production, we might consider working with you. Otherwise, even if you give it to me, I won't want it. It doesn't even have any granules or glow-in-the-dark features. It's a bad review!"

...

"Do you think this song is trash?" Li Huanle picked up the sheet music on the table and asked calmly.

Yoo Yong-jin, who was slightly shorter than Li Huanle, didn't feel afraid. He thought this young man was just不服气 (unconvinced). In Korea, Yoo Yong-jin had the right to criticize these young musicians, both in terms of age and status.

So, looking at the不服气 (unconvinced) Li Huanle, Yoo Yong-jin suddenly sneered, "Don't be不服气 (unconvinced). I said it's trash, and it is trash. At least until it's revised and the lyrics rewritten, it's worthless to me, just like trash!"

In just a moment, a very short moment, Yoo Yong-jin's image suddenly merged with countless old faces in Li Huanle's memory. Li Huanle was sometimes very emotional, especially when angry. He would often hit things like cabinets, walls, or warning signs, which he had done many times.

But he rarely hit people directly, of course, only when there was no reason. Li Huanle wasn't a fan of using violence.

But this was the first time, the first time Li Huanle's emotions completely overwhelmed him. Perhaps the two years of living in a dead-end had accumulated countless negative emotions, and at this moment, they were all triggered by this Korean music god, the promoter of K-pop.

Since it was already a dead-end, why suppress himself? At this moment, Li Huanle's heart truly felt liberated.

He had thought about it before: if he really went on the show, how should he act?

Pretend to be silly and cute? Could he outdo those 'legendary' flower boys?

Be as respectful to the TV production team as to his mother?

Could he really endure it?

...

At this moment, Li Huanle finally understood. As long as he didn't cross the line, he should be himself. This might bring some risks to his plan, but it also contained opportunities.

Being unique, while disliked by many, would also be admired by many. It was all about how to control oneself.

Since the past two years of pretending to be silly had proven his incompetence and failure, this time Li Huanle wanted to try on his own. It might be more dangerous, but the results would make him more at ease. Although he couldn't continue chasing his future like Yoo Yong-jin, he could at least choose to be himself.

But before that...

With his emotions heightened and all the suppressed feelings bursting out, Li Huanle was already out of control. So...

"Have you ever been choked?"

"What?"

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