Chapter 983: How did it turn into begging for food in the domestic entertainment industry

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

Jiaxing Film City, on the bridge of the artificial lake.

Lin Yu and Li Zhien sat side by side, their feet dangling under the bridge, holding two cans of beer, clinking them happily.

The spring breeze was alluring, especially the night wind in this Jiang-Zhe region; when it blew behind the ears and temples, that freshness could make one forget all worries and sorrows.

The night was hazy.

The moonlight shone on Li Zhien, as if she were draped in a thin layer of silver gauze.

Those expressive eyes were clear and lively.

Her long hair was scattered on her shoulders like silk, with a bit of laziness.

Her fair skin was delicate and breakable, somewhat youthful and cute, yet carrying a hint of sexiness.

Although her figure was petite and exquisite, her curves were graceful, especially with the beer foam on her red lips, making her even more charming and tempting.

"Aish."

"It's so disappointing."

"I didn't expect Tropical Rainforest to be such a person in private."

"......."

Li Zhien puffed out her cheeks, muttering constantly.

Just like encountering a scumbag, she was venting the resentment in her heart.

"This is what they call the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment."

Looking at Li Zhien, who was acting like a little girl.

Lin Yu smiled faintly and agreed casually.

"Speechless."

"Originally, I even wanted to ask him for a song."

"Forget it, I won't say anymore."

Li Zhien picked up the beer again and took a big gulp.

Intending to turn grief and indignation into drinking capacity!

"How about I help you write one?"

Lin Yu shook his head with a bitter smile.

It could be seen that Li Zhien's obsession with music was very heavy; this was truly something that domestic singers should learn.

To be fair, looking at foreign singers as a whole, their attitude is indeed more professional and dedicated.

Looking at the current charts in the Chinese music scene, Lin Yu felt a bit ashamed; they were all fans rushing the charts, and most of the songs were simply unlistenable.

Famous singers mostly gave up on creation and turned to concerts to make money, a chaotic scene of smoke and dust.

"Uh..."

"You'll help me write a song?"

Li Zhien raised an eyebrow, wanting to say something but stopping.

At the very least, she was a first-line female singer in the Korean entertainment industry.

She also considered herself an independent musician in the creative department.

Why did it feel like she had come to the domestic entertainment industry to beg for food?

"Hmm, when I have free time, I'll write something casually."

Lin Yu shook the beer bottle, looking at the lake, feeling comfortable.

"Uh..."

"Actually, it's not that I don't have songs to sing."

"If it's difficult..."

Li Zhien said euphemistically, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

It wasn't that she looked down on Lin Yu, but it was really unnecessary.

Previously, Li Zhien had watched a few episodes of *Running Man*, especially the segments where Lin Yu sang, which even made her fellow managers laugh.

In terms of brainpower and physical fitness, Lin Yu was absolutely at the ceiling level, but in terms of music creation.

To use the words of the fifty-year-old Na Ying, it's like "a profession is like a mountain."

It's really not something just anyone can do.

"It's not difficult."

"Wait a moment."

"I'll go get a guitar."

There were many singing performers at the lakeside barbecue stalls.

Lin Yu stood up, shook the dust off his pants, and drank the remaining beer in one gulp.

Afterward, he walked toward a singer wearing glasses.

Before long, he bought a guitar.

"No, are you for real?"

Li Zhien, with her tipsy cheeks, said in surprise.

Whether it was the effect of the alcohol or the excitement of seeing Lin Yu really bring a guitar, her heart couldn't help but race.

"Otherwise?"

"I'll tune it first."

After Lin Yu finished speaking, he lowered his head and started fiddling with the strings.

"???"

He really knew how!

Seeing Lin Yu's serious expression, Li Zhien felt a stir in her heart, quite surprised.

You have to know that guitar beginners usually tune based on mobile apps, but Lin Yu was clearly tuning by ear, which showed he was at least not a novice.

Although Li Zhien didn't have any expectations, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

She also prepared herself mentally that no matter how Lin Yu played and sang later, she must manage her expressions well and never appear too perfunctory.

"Tuned."

Lin Yu leaned against the bridge railing, strummed a few chords, and after feeling that the tone was fine, made an OK gesture.

"This song is called *Zebra, Zebra*."

"Dedicated to Miss Li Zhien, who has come from a foreign land and hasn't seen much of the world."