[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend":3,"chapter-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-44":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Only Know How to Ride the Trend!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343525,4580,"Chapter 44: The King of Funerals","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-44",44,"\u003Cp>Evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun set in the west.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People flowed endlessly across Tianqiao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu lowered his head, silently staring at the empty guitar case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t bring himself to give up, still hunched over, repeatedly feeling every inch of the guitar case—even the scraps at the corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when he finally confirmed he had not a single cent did Shen Hu truly, fucking despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was awful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On normal days, when he sang old songs without emotion, he occasionally got tips of ten or twenty yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today, while singing in the rain with overwhelming emotion and inspiration pouring like a burst bladder, he composed three songs and sang them with all his soul—and still, not a single yuan in tips…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck, do I really have no talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu stared blankly at the bustling traffic in the distance, and at the other street singers on the bridge…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, he began doubting himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, a sentence flashed into his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Loneliness is inherent in wandering; masters are always dismissed and ignored before they rise. The darkness before dawn is always cold, but believe that if you persist, more and more people will gather around you, more and more will recognize you, and the long-missed sunlight will appear.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words gave Shen Hu’s confused heart a little strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rubbed his stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had some money in his pocket—his share from the movie could keep him well-fed for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he finally suppressed the urge to eat, picked himself up, and sang again with all his soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger is energy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would remember this feeling of hunger—and find more creative inspiration in it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he sang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu suddenly felt the bridge beneath him shaking violently…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earthquake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stood bewildered, his vision went black, the world spun, and instead of drawing energy from hunger, he fainted outright from starvation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Yang and his group rushed into the hospital, they saw Shen Hu awake, staring blankly at the ceiling like an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street singer beside him, startled when Shen Hu suddenly collapsed mid-song, immediately called 120.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Shen Hu wasn’t seriously ill—just fainted from low blood sugar after skipping a full day’s meal in search of creative inspiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long looked at Shen Hu’s gaunt face…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since reading a biography of a musician, this brother had become obsessed with that musician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The musician said hunger was a force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he deliberately starved himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The musician wrote in his book that pain was the source of creation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he stayed up all night, alone on the bridge, singing nonsense songs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long suspected that if that musician had said eating shit sparked inspiration, this idiot would probably rush to the bathroom and gorge himself on a pound of feces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, I’ve got inspiration.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, I really have inspiration…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying on the IV bed, Shen Hu first stared blankly at the ceiling, then suddenly seemed to remember something, his eyes locking onto Zhou Yang with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you’ve always been talented…” Zhou Yang nodded, his expression serious: “If you weren’t talented, I wouldn’t have used your music in my first film!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I sing it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I composed three songs today. One called 【Nine Er】, one called 【Stage】, and the third—I suddenly got a melody in my sleep. No lyrics yet, but the tune keeps echoing in my head. Do you have paper and pen? Quick, quick, quick, my inspiration’s coming, coming, coming—hurry, I can’t hold it much longer!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t rush, don’t rush—I’ve got paper and pen here…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair wild, like the King of Beggars, Shen Hu trembled all over. In everyone’s gaze, he yanked out his IV tube.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the blood trickling from his vein, he snatched Zhou Yang’s paper and pen and began frantically scribbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long, seeing his brother’s madness, turned pale and moved to stop him—but Zhou Yang blocked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s expression remained grave, his eyes fixed on Shen Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, my brother might be mentally broken. We can’t let him keep doing this… I think he’s going insane!” Shen Long panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s talented.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But he—he—he’s just been fooled by that book! Damn it, if I ever meet that musician, I’ll slap him—this is pure destruction!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang watched Shen Hu frantically writing musical notes on paper, then shook his head at the frantic Shen Long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long opened his mouth, but seeing Zhou Yang’s even more serious, almost warning gaze, he swallowed his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bleeding from Shen Hu’s vein gradually stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the bedside table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu wrote faster and faster, growing more excited—laughing suddenly, then suddenly weeping, like a drug addict hallucinating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long watched his brother’s unnatural behavior, felt a wave of sorrow, then looked at the chaotic scribbles on the paper—and gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brother really is insane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half an hour later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu finished writing, looked up at Zhou Yang with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, I’m done. Take a look!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, let me see… these notes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang nodded, took the paper, and studied the notes carefully—only to find them crooked, illegible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Zhou Zong, I thought traditional notation was too complicated—I invented my own simpler Kedou  notes… Let me sing it for you. Like this… Where’s my guitar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang handed the guitar to Shen Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu took it, took a deep breath, and his blood-curdling voice made Shen Long shudder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s like a funeral dirge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could say anything…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nurse next door rushed in with emergency equipment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Shen Hu strumming the guitar, the nurse froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her face changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t make that weird noise again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At this hour, it disturbs the other patients!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long snapped out of it and hurriedly apologized to the nurse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu, after finishing his song, saw the nurse and other patients gathering to watch, and lowered his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When everyone had gradually left…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long glared at Shen Hu, his face dark with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop singing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never sing again in your life!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen Hu, I held back before to spare your feelings—but now… if I don’t tell you the truth, it’s over!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you keep singing like that, you’ll go mad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And besides, you have absolutely no talent—stop singing. I’m telling you one more time: stop singing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I… am I…” After seeing Shen Long’s nearly broken expression, Shen Hu first looked bewildered, then his face turned pale, and he stared blankly at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to say something, but stammered without uttering a single coherent word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You have talent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long was about to say more…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But suddenly, a voice of grave seriousness drowned out his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long stared at Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu also instinctively turned to look at Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, Zhou Yang’s gaze was unusually serious as he quietly gathered the sheets of paper from the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll record your song. Shen Dao, let’s step out…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My younger brother—he should I call a psychiatric hospital? I think his mental state is getting worse and worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After leaving the hospital, Shen Long looked at Zhou Yang, took a deep breath, and wore an expression heavy with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang, meanwhile, glanced at the moon in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, he wore an unprecedented solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s a genius!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, are you serious?” Shen Long stared at Zhou Yang in shock: “Everyone else here, Zhou Zong—you actually…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s about to shock the world with his work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is Zhou Zong insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or is everyone insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man carrying a guitar who can’t even beg for food…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A genius?\u003C\u002Fp>",1329,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e6b74b58a6c27f4b357fa256c6bac12a28ef923aa30715209a0d41ea785afef5","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-45","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-43",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]