Wen Lan, "After the match, there’s another song to be sung. Initially, the captain planned to ask the company for a small star, but then he thought, aren’t you a star? Just using what’s available, it even saves on expenses."
"Heh~" Ye Xian scoffed, "I’m at least a second- or third-tier star now. Just using what’s available, don’t I even get an appearance fee?"
Chen Du, "Wait until you win the match, your version will be purchased by the music app, and the click rate will definitely be high. Your income will naturally follow."
"In the end, you’re just being stingy."
Ye Xian quietly calculated what Chen Du had said, and it really was profitable!
"But I, Ye Xian, am not someone who cares about external possessions. Brotherhood is more important. OK, I agree!"
"Good." Chen Du, "I will send you the club address and the lyrics that need to be recorded. Remember to be there on time tomorrow noon, we’ll record together."
Ye Xian read the lyrics Chen Du had sent over, the song titled "Hundred Battles into Poems". The lyrics were mainly derived from the dialogues of each hero in Honor of Kings. She skimmed through them a few times and practiced a little, and she had it down pat.
The next day, Ye Xian followed the address to the 32nd floor of Fengyu Building—YFD Club. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw four guys in black team uniforms, with three white capital letters YFD printed in the middle, casually sitting on a couch playing with their phones, as if waiting for someone.
Ye Xian had checked their photos online beforehand; the black and white in the middle should be team captain Chen Du and Da Bai, the short buzz-cut on the left was Li Mingshuo, and the only one sitting elegantly was Wen Lan.
She cleared her throat softly, and all four heads turned in unison.
Ye Xian slowly pulled down her mask.
All four eyes were glued on her.
This is Ye... Ye Xian?!
This guy looked handsome enough in his online photos, and they thought those were Photoshopped, but he was even more handsome in real life!
All four stood up and walked towards her.
Seeing the four big ’YFD’s approaching her made Ye Xian a bit panicky, she hadn’t brought any money with her.
"Hello Ye Xian, I am Chen Du."
"I am Wen Lan, nice to meet you."
"I, I... I am Yang Baimu, you can call me Da Bai."
Da Bai, who was usually full of sassy comments online and dared to say anything behind the screen, now stuttered in front of the real Ye Xian, hardly being able to speak clearly.
A star is a star, dominating in both charisma and appearance over common folks.
Li Mingshuo slapped his shoulder, "Are you dumb? You’re so white, does Ye Xian not know you’re called Da Bai?"
Ye Xian, "Haha, nice to meet you guys. The scene of you all walking over was just too funny, it was just missing someone holding a broken bowl."
The four looked down at their team name printed on their clothes—YFD (the beggars).
There it was, the old Ye Xian talking, always finding a way to make them feel instantly familiar.
"We were actually thinking of taking you out for a meal before recording the song, but it seems there’s no need now. Let’s just stick to business."
Ye Xian laughed, "No need, I came here fed, knowing your team’s situation is a bit tough."
"Alright Ye Xian, you’re even more biting in person than online, you should be called Thin..." Da Bai realized he was about to misspeak and quickly changed the subject, "Do you know how to sing ’Hundred Battles into Poems’?"
Chen Du, "Alright, let’s go inside and start dubbing, the staff has been waiting for a while."
Once inside the room, the five of them put on the recording equipment and began recording the dubbing according to the script.