Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Chapter 258: Writing Music For a Textbook

Chapter 258: Writing Music For a Textbook

It would not be an exaggeration to say that anyone who knew how to surf the internet would know about the show. The fans were interested, and the show had great reviews and a Douban rating of 9.1. Currently, the show already had 200,000 reviews, and the number was still increasing.

In half a month, the number of members rose from 0 to 15 million, and L.S made a profit of 300 million yuan.

In addition, L.S. had bought millions of television dramas, variety shows, movies, and reality shows at high prices. They broadcasted in hundreds of countries. As long as one wanted to watch a drama, there was no need to worry about not being able to find it.

In the past, one might have had to get a few video-site VIP memberships to watch dramas. Now, one only needed to be a member of L.S. to see everything one wanted to see.

Ling Sheng could only say that she was rich and willful. By creating a video website, the Third Master aimed to squeeze all the other video websites to death. The members had already started to move, and one could foresee the tragic deaths of the other video websites in the future.

Su Yi sent Ling Sheng a message.

Su Yi: Sheng Sheng, there’s something I want to ask you.

Ling Sheng was speechless.

Su Yi: I wrote a song. Teacher Shen said it’s not bad and I can be the second lead. Am I not releasing an album soon?

Ling Sheng: Sister, get to the point.

Su Yi: Exactly... This song is a duet. I want you to sing it with me. What do you think?

Ling Sheng: Okay!

Su Yi: That’s so straightforward.

Ling Sheng: Were you afraid that I wouldn’t agree? How could that be? To be honest, I even dream of producing an album. However, I don’t have the ability. It’s not a bad idea to sing and work with you. I can tell others when we go out that I’ve also sung and released an album.

Su Yi: Okay, I’ll treat you to a meal some other day.

Ling Sheng: Do you trust me that much? Aren’t you afraid that I’ll ruin the song?

Su Yi: You have a nice voice and good innate qualities. Actually, I’ve wanted to say this for a long time. It’s a pity that you didn’t enter the music industry.

Ling Sheng: Don’t encourage me. Otherwise, I might snatch your job. If I enter the music industry, how will you put food on the table?

Su Yi: You’re pretty and you have a sweet voice. What else can I say? Whatever you say is right.

Ling Sheng wanted to practice and warm up her throat in advance to avoid embarrassing herself. She was an amateur when it came to music, but her father was a music fanatic. He had a music studio at home that was rumored to be the number one private music studio in China.

However, it was a treasure. Ordinary people could not rent his studio. Only big shots of the music world could come to his studio to play.

When her father had just debuted, artists had become popular with movies, television, and music. He had been fashionable and had produced two albums. As his overall standards were too high-end, the aesthetic standards of the listeners had not been able to keep up, so he had not gained much popularity.

Later on, he had not survived in the music industry. He would only release a solo album occasionally as a form of welfare for his fans. However, every single one of them was top-notch and included a wide range of songs. As a result, the Little Cis kept urging him to release albums every day!

His two albums had already been categorized as godly and had been included in music school textbooks.

Huo Ci realized that the brat was unbelievably solicitous. Ever since he had gotten home, she had been very passionate. She had brought his slippers, hung up his clothes, and made all his favorite food. During dinner, she had scooped rice and soup, picked up vegetables, and peeled prawn shells.

“Let him peel them himself. He’s spoiled.” Huo Xiao snorted and shot him a cold look.

“Grandpa, have some too.” Ling Sheng placed a peeled mantis shrimp in Huo Xiao’s bowl, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

Only then was Huo Xiao satisfied. He smiled and nodded. “My good granddaughter, you need to chill. Hurry up and eat. The food will get cold soon.”