But this was an opportunity, wasn’t it? This guy had been playing dead and not responding all along, and now that Cai Wanhai had come knocking, could he still afford to play dead?
Just when the barrage in the live stream had slowed down a bit, it immediately picked up again—all mocking Wu Mu for buying songs for marketing, claiming there was no impromptu level in it.
Even if Wu Mu couldn’t see the barrage, he could guess somewhat, "Are you guys watching my live stream?"
"Live stream? What live stream?" Cai Wanhai was puzzled.
It was Lu Yao who remembered, "Ah, right, Xiao Wu also has a program today, it’s ’Idol Daily,’ are you guys recording it right now? Hello, hello, everyone."
Not watching the live stream, then this was just a coincidence.
Wu Mu thought about it and asked the show’s director, "Director Yang, how many people are in the live stream now?"
Yang Chen didn’t understand why Wu Mu was asking this, but he still checked the backstage numbers and said, "One million eight hundred thousand."
One million eight hundred thousand, huh.
Wu Mu clicked his tongue, that was still decent.
He had originally planned to drag it out until the evening and then make an "impromptu" appearance to maximize the use of the anti-fans’ enthusiasm.
But since it had coincidentally come up now, he wouldn’t drag it out.
However, he didn’t have any suitable songs on hand to sing right now, he would have to draw from the system.
Wu Mu quickly took out his phone to check, then opened the system panel to start drawing.
Eventually, after spending three hundred points, he drew one Piano attribute point and two songs, both of which seemed usable at the moment, but one felt particularly suitable.
Wu Mu briefly absorbed and digested the songs he drew, then sat back down at his original spot.
Watching him sit back down and start to test the strings, everyone on the barrage was undoubtedly startled.
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Don’t tell me, is he really going to improvise a song?
Does he have the skill for that?
And just in this short while, if he was going to improvise, it couldn’t be so quick, right?
Had he just happened to have other purchased songs on hand, planning to pretend they were freshly written by him?
Everyone undoubtedly started murmuring in their hearts.
And on Cai Wanhai’s end, hearing the sound of Wu Mu strumming, he also looked puzzled.
Separated by the phone, not knowing the pace of Wu Mu’s live room, they completely didn’t understand what Wu Mu was up to.
However, Lu Yao, hearing the guitar sound, her eyes instantly lit up, she exclaimed in surprise, "Xiao Wu is definitely going to improvise a song!"
You’re going to improvise a song too?
Got such a strong competitive spirit, bro.
Cai Wanhai was somewhat speechless inside, not knowing the rhythm of Wu Mu’s live room, he still thought Wu Mu definitely wanted to compete with him.
But he immediately knew it wasn’t that simple.
He Ling said with interest, "Is Teacher Wu Mu broadcasting live? Can we see it from here?"
Prompted by him, Lu Yao remembered they could use a phone to watch Wu Mu’s program, and she hurriedly borrowed Meng Yuxi’s phone to start searching for the "Idol Daily" live room.
Cai Wanhai and the others also curiously crowded around.
Then, as Lu Yao opened the live room, the densely packed barrage appeared before their eyes.
Seeing the barrage filled with "Don’t embarrass yourself, song-buying scum," they undoubtedly froze.
And as they were frozen, Wu Mu on the phone screen tested a few chords, then slowly started to sing:
"Super idol’s smile, isn’t as sweet as yours."
"The midday sun in August, isn’t as dazzling as you."
A somewhat lively tune rang in everyone’s ears.
Although it sounded like just a little sweet song, such a complete melody and structure, was it really improvised?
Could this be an old song he wrote before?
Cai Wanhai thought to himself.
But soon, he realized something was off.
"Love at 105°C, you, drop by drop of pure distilled water."
"You don’t know how cute you are, getting up with a silly smile after falling."
Cai Wanhai’s eyes dramatically turned to look at the table in the yard of the Mushroom House, where a pile of brand-sponsored drinking water was placed. The 105° mark on the water packaging was particularly conspicuous.
...Bro, you’re kinda creepy.
Wu Mu continued singing.
"You never easily talk about failure, your dedication to your dreams has never changed."
"It reassures me when you tell me."
"Don’t be scared, I’m here, just let me handle it."
"Bravely chasing your dreams, that firm look."
Inside Zhang Li’s apartment.
Han Yan looked puzzled, "Is this a song he wrote before, or did he compose it on the spot?"
Zhang Li was also uncertain, "It’s probably impromptu?"
As for this song, from their listening experience, if it were one of Wu Mu’s old songs, it would undoubtedly be slightly lower in quality than his previous standard.
It sounds like a simple sweet song, the type that’s highly singable and popular in the market.
Although such songs are also rare gems for ordinary singers, they do not fit the previous image of Wu Mu having songs both with depth and singability.
But if this song were composed impromptu, it seems almost too impressive. How long has it been since he just connected the call, and he could come up with such an excellent pop song?
Not only were they puzzled, but the live stream comments also showed disbelief.
"Singing a new song and pretending it was made on the spot? Ha, just pulling out an old song to keep deceiving."
"And the quality isn’t as good as his previous purchased songs, can’t afford good ones anymore?"
"Funny, trying to prove himself, doesn’t even let people set a theme in advance and wants to act like it’s impromptu?"
The anti-fans always find various points to criticize, not to mention that Wu Mu’s song seemed somewhat unfounded now.
Everyone refused to believe Wu Mu’s song was made on the spot, treating it as just another one of his purchased songs.
While Zhang Li and the others listened to the song and watched the comments from the anti-fans, Han Yan’s phone vibrated.
It was a message from the leader of the Wu Mu anti-fan group, containing just two words, "It’s over."
Zhang Li and Han Yan both looked puzzled. Didn’t the situation for these anti-fans seem quite favorable?
"Love at 105°C, you, drop by drop of pure distilled water."
"In this unique era that belongs to me..."
"Love at 105°C, you, drop by drop of pure distilled water.
"Take a sip and rejuvenate right away..."
As the term "distilled water" was quick to come and go earlier, and also because the new song had no subtitles, no one had really taken notice of it yet.
But as the chorus progressed and these words appeared more frequently, everything started to seem odd.
"Distilled water? Is this an advertisement song written for a brand?"
"...Cai Wanhai just mentioned over the phone that he wrote a song for the brand on the spot?"
"This guy couldn’t really have come up with this song in such a short time after the call, could he..."
The comments from the anti-fans on the live stream were beginning to feel a bit ominous.