[{"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-45":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},2343526,4580,"Chapter 45: You Are Destined to Astound the World!","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-45",45,"\u003Cp>Morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ray of dawn light fell upon the rented room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu returned to the rented room with his guitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Long was not in the rented room; at this moment, he and Chen Jianfeng, along with the original cast of the movie “Sun Wukong vs Superman 2,” were forming the project team for “The Traveler: Hero Reboot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Zhou Yang…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang was writing a screenplay on the computer on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu did not look at the screenplay; instead, he quietly sat on the bedframe and stared silently at his guitar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time dripped away, second by second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the sound of Zhou Yang’s fingers tapping the keyboard filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hours later, Zhou Yang finally turned to look at Shen Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play the melody from yesterday again…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu trembled slightly, then nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and felt a steady stream of state surge forth—his emotions instantly aligned!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to unleash his voice in a heart-wrenching cry, Zhou Yang stopped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang stared at him: “Play it. Don’t sing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Not sing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly interrupted, Shen Hu felt suffocated—a torrent of artistic emotion trapped inside him, unable to be released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing Zhou Yang’s increasingly serious expression, he finally nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he picked up the guitar and silently played, under Zhou Yang’s intense gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange melody…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingered throughout the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though sunlight streamed through the window, a chilling sensation grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if the music itself carried a cold, icy dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this moment, Zhou Yang’s eyes grew brighter and brighter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you had another song called ‘The Stage,’ right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play it for me—no, play it for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I might feel it more if I sing…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah? Okay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu trembled slightly, intending to suggest singing again, but seeing Zhou Yang’s even more solemn expression, he finally nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He played “The Stage,” the new song he had composed yesterday—strictly, without any emotion, without any feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a sorrowful melody rose…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room filled with an even colder, heavier atmosphere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang listened intently to the melody from the guitar, and faintly, an image surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An empty stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold wind blew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faintly, the wind carried a strange, chilling chant…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ghost was singing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the final note of “The Stage” faded, Zhou Yang continued staring at Shen Hu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play ‘Jiu’er’ next!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also play?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu nodded again, picked up the guitar, and began playing “Jiu’er…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiu’er” was a song Shen Hu had composed while caught in the rain, gradually feeling inspiration—it told the story of a wandering singer, bitter and unfulfilled…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he played…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he himself felt as if he were conducting a funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang fell into a long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without looking at Shen Hu, he turned his head away, as if struggling to recall something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an indeterminate length of time, he saw Zhou Yang suddenly seem to grasp an idea, then turned back and began typing furiously on the computer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu saw, beside the title “Lin Daiyu vs Lu Zhishen,” a faint subtitle—something like 【Mountain Village Elder…】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, he saw a brief synopsis…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【After Ah Ming’s four companions died mysteriously following a spirit-summoning game, Ah Ming and his eccentric friend Mao investigated and discovered the water they drank was poisoned.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Zhou Yang save the screenplay onto a USB drive and carry it with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to Shen Hu: “Let me see your lyrics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though confused, Shen Hu nodded and handed over the lyrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang took the lyrics and studied them for a long time, as if running calculations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about ten minutes, he saw Zhou Yang set the paper aside and pull a notebook from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu leaned in slightly, glancing briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The notebook contained a series of names and addresses…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After flipping through several pages, he saw one name—then Zhou Yang closed the notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want these songs. Will you give them to our company?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Shen Hu jolted and quickly nodded: “Zhou Zong, you can have them anytime!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To record.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah? I’m not ready… I was drunk yesterday, my voice is still off—can’t we wait until it recovers a bit, then…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not you recording.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Shen Hu, both excited and awkward, heard these words…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door of the “Yue Lai Hotel” on the edge of Zhongguancun opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waitress Zhang Jiali, dressed as usual, silently bent her head and swept the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali was twenty-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came from a remote village in Guizhou Province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although she had excelled academically and been accepted into a prestigious high school, her family’s preference for sons meant the opportunity to study was given to her younger brother instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came alone to Yanjing to stay with fellow villagers and eventually found work as a waitress at this “Yue Lai Hotel”—a job that was hard and exhausting, but included meals and lodging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The salary was low—only five hundred yuan a month—but it covered food and housing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just after finishing sweeping the entrance…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she turned to go back inside, she suddenly saw a familiar figure walking toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that figure…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She quickly put down the broom and walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, why are you here today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life at [Yue Lai Hotel] was lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali saw no hope, and the guests, seeing how beautiful she was, always found ways to take advantage of her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss saw it, said nothing, and instead burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even her fellow townsman didn’t help her—he tricked her into going to a KTV to drink with customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a month ago, after being forced to drink at the KTV and seeing the lecherous look in the customer’s eyes, she was terrified, screamed, and ran away from there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gazing at the brightly lit, unfamiliar city, she missed home terribly and felt deeply wronged—she couldn’t help but cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at that moment, a young man in a sharp suit sat beside her and handed her a napkin…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, they grew familiar with each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said he was the boss of an entertainment company, looking for the right role…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But though he was clearly the boss of an entertainment company and seemed wealthy, he always came over under the pretense of chatting with her—just to have meals with her…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone said Zhou Zong was a scammer, just freeloading—even stealing her employee meals—and warned Zhang Jiali not to be fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhang Jiali felt a softness toward Zhou Zong…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when she saw him talk about his dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always felt he glowed with light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a long time now, Zhou Zong hadn’t come at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came today to talk with you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said you had a dream of singing, didn’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I can’t sing well… you know that…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t belittle yourself—it’s beautiful!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have songs, but I need the right person to sing them—I thought of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And… would you consider quitting and working with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have a movie—and a role. After careful thought, I believe you’re the perfect fit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali stared blankly as Zhou Yang handed her a screenplay and three songs…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me?\u003C\u002Fp>",1258,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d131dc6c65334e40877c4627d2d557a94023718f8d690bc2456765c783bf0b19","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-46","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-44",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]