Chapter 232: I Know Tom and Jerry

"You really are ruthless; you even thought of this."

Sun Yanzi's expression was somewhat strange; she shifted her feet slightly to sit directly opposite the man, crossed her arms over her chest, propped up one leg, and looked at him with amusement: "I don't think I've offended you, have I?"

"Stop talking nonsense; I'm just asking if you're interested."

"I am!"

"That's impressive, yet you pretend to be so falsely proper."

Seeing her become excited in an instant, Zhou Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

In an era where most music videos belonged to the Chouxiang Sect, "Summer Blown by the Wind," thanks to the script Zhou Yi provided which was ahead of its time, quickly became one of the hottest male-female duets upon release.

Its request rate in KTVs across the two sides of the strait and Hong Kong and Macau was an undisputed number one.

Zhou Yi and Sun Yanzi's exceptionally fresh and stylish looks in the MV quickly swept through schools across the two sides of the strait and Hong Kong and Macau, sparking a trend-following fashion craze among students and even the entire younger generation, giving rise to the slogan "Learn fashion from Zhou Yi."

The sweet plot in the MV also delighted a crowd; even passersby who weren't particularly fond of Sun Yanzi or Zhou Yi ended up wearing rose-tinted glasses when watching "Twins Star" after seeing this MV.

Once this song was released, the number of Twins Star fans within Zhou Yi's major CP groups immediately surged in an overwhelming trend, suffocating the other contenders.

Especially the fans of Elva Hsiao.

Before Zhou Yi debuted, he was already flirting with Elva Hsiao; the latter even proactively used her high popularity to gain attention for Zhou Yi, a fact that has always been the confidence behind Elva Hsiao fans' arguments.

Things like "Twins Star is just work, Elva Hsiao is life" have always been a phrase often on the lips of some EZ fans of Elva Hsiao and Zhou Yi.

Now, the EZ fans were beaten into a huddled retreat, too scared to make a sound; after all, Zhou Yi really hadn't written a duet for Elva Hsiao, and even Angela Chang, who often occupied a minor, transparent position in rumors, had two duets with the newly debuted Zhou Yi.

Under these circumstances, if a song in Zhou Yi's third album had an MV plot echoing "Summer Blown by the Wind," the fans would truly go crazy.

In the current Mandarin music scene, there really aren't two people who would play this echoing trick in their respective albums.

"So, should I make my character's setting more tragic? Or make the beginning sweeter? That way, the impact will be greater after I die."

After Zhou Yi said this, Sun Yanzi's imagination instantly exploded, her eyes shining brightly: "For example, we could add a sweet love song at the beginning as foreshadowing, then leave a hook at the end of the MV to naturally lead into the song you mentioned."

"... When it comes to being a living hellraiser, it has to be you."

Imagining that scene, Zhou Yi couldn't hold it back and couldn't help but give her a thumbs-up: "I am ashamed to compare."

The more beautiful something is, the more shocking it is when shattered.

This is also why many films and TV dramas love using this trope; the original MV for "Fairy Tale" actually followed this same path.

"So you'd better not provoke me in the future."

Sun Yanzi proudly lifted her chin: "Otherwise, you bear the consequences yourself."

"I'm so scared."

Zhou Yi sneered and curled his lip: "You?"

This contempt, evident on his face, made Sun Yanzi bare her teeth, revealing her little tiger teeth; her shallow dimples had now turned into soul-snatching, life-stealing whirlpools.

"Just me—ah!" Sun Yanzi, attempting a diversionary attack, lunged into empty space; Zhou Yi, who had directly pinned her head with one hand, laughed wildly.

………………………………………

New York, USA.

Jack Wilson, a young man who had just found a new job, vented his energy thoroughly with his right hand at home before taking a shower and heading to the stock company where he had just started work, preparing to begin the tedious and boring task of telemarketing.

After the 9/11 attacks that shocked the entire world, the nerves of the entire United States tightened instantly for a period. However, by the end of November, that sense of anxiety in the air had dissipated to almost nothing.

Major supermarkets and convenience stores had already begun preparations for Christmas, with various holiday-related items placed in extremely prominent positions.

People still at work wished they could fast-forward immediately to the holidays—they didn't want to work this damn job for another second.

Jack Wilson was one of the "holiday faction."

If it weren't for the fact that he almost starved to death after 9/11, regarding that supervisor, who looked like a human but acted like a dog, he would have stuffed his leather shoe right up that old thing's anus to let him taste the bitterness of life too.

"Hey, Jack, what are you doing? Zoning out? I didn't hire you to loaf around here, understand?"

"..."

Jack Wilson, caught red-handed loafing, had already mentally F'd that idiot over ten or twenty times, but in the end, he had no choice but to officially get to work—

Busy all the way until noon, Jack Wilson, whose lips were almost worn raw from making phone calls, missed the bed in his rental room and the hot girl with long, wavy blonde hair in the neighboring office building.

Just like the song "The Lazy Song" sings.

"Jack, the song you recommended yesterday was really good. I listened to it when I got home; I like the creativity in its MV. My girlfriend and I even learned it all night last night."

"Fuck, you're bringing up your girlfriend again, are you?"

Under high pressure, small groups in the company gathered during lunch break to puff away; a white guy with curly hair smiled and thanked Jack Wilson, while the latter, whose only girlfriend was his left and right hands taking turns, was furious.

Damn it!

You talk, and you bring up your girlfriend again, do you?

I'll talk to your girlfriend sooner or later!

"What song? Is it very creative?" The only black guy in the trio of three immediately became curious upon hearing this.

"'The Lazy Song,' sung by Spike under Warner."

"... Who?"

The black guy, having searched his brain for all singers under Warner, still couldn't figure out who Spike was: "I do know Tom and Jerry."

The name of the highest-power bulldog in the classic masterpiece "Tom and Jerry" is Spike.

"No, it's sung by an Asian; you can go listen when you get back. The rhythm of this song is really good, I like it very much. It was just released; I heard it half a month ago. It's hard to imagine this was actually made by an Asian singer."

"A song sung by an Asian? Wait, just released, and you heard it half a month ago?"

"I have a cousin serving in Japan; when I chatted with him last time, he told me about it. When he came back, he brought me a CD from over there, saying it was the number one English single in Japan this year."

"..."

This logic...

Why is it so convoluted?

The black guy, not wanting to be out of step, after observing the expressions, chose to go to the radio station himself after work to request the song, preparing to listen and see what song was so highly praised by his two colleagues.

(End of this chapter.)