Chapter 35: Mid-Autumn Recording

After Chen Shu modified the Spell, there was indeed no longer a feeling of insufficient Spirit Power application when using it; through testing and calculation, the actual effect was almost equivalent to the theoretical effect.

Now he had two Spells he could show off.

However, the destructive power of the Impact Technique was still a far cry from the Tracer Technique.

The Tracer Technique was a proper, purely offensive Spell, whereas in fights between Cultivators of the same Tier, the Impact Technique was usually more inclined toward defense—

Used to knock or push an opponent away, or to actively defend against an opponent's attack.

With Chen Shu's comprehensive Spirit Sea capability approaching the Third Tier, he could directly blow up a car using the Tracer Technique, but using the Impact Technique—which he tested in the suburbs—the maximum force was only equivalent to the impact of a small sedan hitting something at about 90 kilometers per hour, and it weakened with distance.

However, the Impact Technique was more functional.

This force could be flexibly adjusted; it could change from an instantaneous burst to something continuous and gentle. If one had enough Spirit Power, it could even be used as an umbrella to avoid rain, unlike the Tracer Technique, which was illegal to use.

At the same time, Chen Shu also received a message from Ning Qing.

Qingqing: Zhilan Garden, Building 12.

Chen Shu: You've started your cultivation already?

One minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Half an hour passed.

He did not receive any reply.

It seemed she had already begun.

Chen Shu shook his head; this young woman was still a bit lacking in manners and needed further training.

But there was one good thing—

She was afraid Chen Shu wouldn't be able to find her, so she specifically rented a place before starting her cultivation and told him the address in advance, which was equivalent to saying directly: if you want to find me, just go to this place on the weekend.

The eighth day of the eighth lunar month happened to be a Saturday.

Chen Shu went out before dawn, riding a shared bicycle, traveling through the streets filled with autumn mist, feeling leisurely and contented.

"Temporary bodyguard..."

There were quite a lot of these temporary bodyguards now; they were generally rented temporarily by minor artists when going to other cities. Most of the time, they sought out specialized security companies, which were more expensive than agencies.

The celebrity industry was also very competitive.

Especially in this country, where the income of artists couldn't compare to his previous life; big stars weren't as glorious, and minor artists were even more miserable.

They couldn't afford a permanent Cultivator bodyguard, or they didn't have work most of the time and didn't really need a bodyguard. When going on a long trip for a gig, sometimes the organizers wouldn't assign a personal bodyguard, yet one still had to keep up appearances and couldn't look too pathetic in front of the cameras, so they had to find one temporarily.

Agencies were good; they were cheaper than security companies, and when needed, they could even be used as scapegoats.

Chen Shu twitched the corner of his mouth.

Five-fifty, Mu Nan Building.

Chen Shu called the contact person, Sister Huang, and soon someone came down to pick him up, took him to a room in the hotel upstairs, and looked him over.

"A bit young."

"I look young."

"How old are you?"

"25."

"Surname is Chen, right?"

"Yes."

"I'll tell you both, listen well..."

"Understood, boss."

Chen Shu listened honestly and glanced at the other temporary bodyguard. This one was also from May Agency, looked to be about thirty years old, and was also wearing a black formal outfit—the formal wear of this world wasn't a suit, but it wasn't any kind of clothing he was familiar with from his previous life either; it was hard to describe, but it still looked quite sharp when worn.

"Understood, boss."

"Understood."

Chen Shu and Lu Xing nodded at the same time.

The task was indeed quite easy; it was just to block young, brainless fans, and one had to use the Resistance Technique to look a bit more professional.

It was mainly just for show.

In fact, if people really rushed up without caring about anything, you wouldn't necessarily be able to stop them. Young people were fine, but older ones might have cultivation beyond the Second Tier.

In this day and age, who wasn't a Cultivator?

Six-thirty, followed the team out to head to Di Du International Airport for the pickup.

The plane arrived at seven-thirty.

The employer was a sweet-looking young girl, and coming with her was her team, which also included a bodyguard.

Perhaps this one was the proper bodyguard.

Even though she was a minor artist who wasn't very famous, there were quite a few fans at the airport picking her up, holding Nameplates and light boards, and there were reporters taking pictures; he didn't know if it was paid for or arranged. These people started shouting and screaming the moment they saw the young girl, and they wanted to rush up.

"Cao Shengying! Cao Shengying!"

"Cao Shengying, look over here!"

"Cao Shengying, Mommy loves you!"

Chen Shu and Lu Xing stepped forward, using gentle force to stop this group of young people, making them unable to get close to the employer. If the employer walked up wanting to shake hands with the fans, they had to precisely control the Resistance Technique to let the fans touch their idol's hand.

The camera lights flashed incessantly.

After walking out of the airport and before getting into the nanny van, the minor artist named Cao Shengying bowed very politely to Chen Shu and Lu Xing:

"Thank you, two big brothers."

Chen Shu kept a blank expression.

But in fact, this girl's voice was so sweet; Chen Shu had already started to develop a good impression of her and prepared to go back and search for her works.

I heard she's a singer? I wonder if she dances.

Returned to the hotel at Mu Nan Building.

Being a minor celebrity is so tiring; I heard she got up at three o'clock this morning, and as soon as she arrived at the hotel, she rushed to bed to catch up on sleep. Chen Shu and Lu Xing waited on the sofa in the suite's living room. At first, Chen Shu still had some psychological baggage called professional ethics, but seeing his senior already skillfully playing with his Mobile Phone, he also took out his Mobile Phone and started playing.

Chen Shu: Hahahaha, you'd never guess what kind of job I took.

Chen Shu: I'm working as a bodyguard for a celebrity.

Chen Shu: Doesn't it feel like a plot from a novel?

Qingqing is currently practicing Jingxin Dao, so naturally, she wouldn't reply to him, but that didn't affect his desire to share.

As long as she can see it, that's enough.

After sending it, Chen Shu closed WeChat and started playing games.

Scrounged a boxed lunch at noon.

Cao Shengying didn't wake up until the afternoon.

The small team immediately busied themselves, fetching water, ordering food, and explaining the evening's schedule to her.

Cao Shengying was also very busy, having to drink water and eat, listen to her agent talk while nodding, and practice her vocals. During this time, she also had to call her friends in the industry to maintain relationships, vent, and complain about not being able to find talented songwriters, unable to get ahead despite being in the business for so long.

Chen Shu listened from the outside with great interest; he found it quite fascinating.

The more he listened, the more he felt that being a minor celebrity in this world was hard.

The entertainment industry's income itself isn't as high as in his past life, and when Yiguo citizens listen to a song, they tend to favor the creator rather than the performer.

In their eyes, if a singer just performs without participating in the creation, they would consider you to be just a mouth, lacking talent and substance.

Unless you really perform it perfectly.

This is very friendly to creators.

When Chen Shu was most strapped for cash back in the day, he almost went down the path of plagiarizing songs to make money; even if he didn't sing them himself, just selling the songs would have been profitable.

He even sold a few online, come to think of it.

If he wanted to, he could totally become a decent "songwriter," yet here he is, working as a temporary bodyguard...

It's just that he can't bring himself to lose face!

Set off a little after four in the afternoon.

Arrived at the National Stadium before five.

Outside the stadium, many people were gathered—some were audience members, some were fans, some were fans of other celebrities, or some were just there to join in the fun. In any case, as soon as they saw a celebrity arrive, they would all crowd around to watch. If they recognized them, they would reach out for an autograph; after all, it's free for the taking.

Chen Shu continued to perform his duties.

Entering the stadium, the minor celebrity used a public dressing room; casual people like Chen Shu couldn't get in, otherwise, it would be packed to death inside.

He was happy to be idle.

Continued to slack off.

The sun gradually slanted westward.

The audience began to enter.

Eight o'clock, the sky had darkened.

The gala began.

This gala was aimed at an online audience and invited many celebrities, big and small, all of whom were liked by today's youth; there were no veteran superstars with huge status. Furthermore, the performance format was mainly songs, accompanied by a small amount of dancing.

"Ah~~"

Chen Shu was already a bit sleepy; it was too idle.

Their subsequent work was just to pretend to follow the employer to maintain order when she went on and off stage, and then to stop overly crazy fans when leaving the venue. At this time, there would usually be security personnel hired by the organizers accompanying them, and finally, they would send her to the car to the airport, and the mission would be complete.

This 2,000 yuan was still earned quite easily.

Plus, he got to catch a gala.

These gala tickets aren't cheap, right?

Chen Shu honestly started listening to the songs.

Li Mo went on stage first.

This was a refined male singer; his singing was very poetic, as if he were reciting a poem, and it was very vivid.

1du's style was similar to rock, very high-energy.

Qin Sheng was a girl who excelled at the pipa; she didn't sing, but just playing it was enough to conquer people.

You really have to say, the music scene in Yiguo is truly great, a hundred flowers blooming and all-encompassing; the overall standard is much higher than in his past life. Today was a nice auditory treat.

It was time for Cao Shengying to go on stage.

Sister Huang came to call Chen Shu and Lu Xing to work. The two followed her for a trip, stood by the stage waiting for the employer to finish singing, and then followed her back down.

Hey, this employer's singing skills are actually pretty good!

Chen Shu nodded repeatedly as he listened.

At this moment, the host went on stage: "Guess who the next song is by? Let us welcome, Wen Han."

A familiar melody rang out.

Chen Shu couldn't help but pick at his ear, his features wrinkling.

The big screen read:

Song: Crossing the Ocean to See You

Performer: Wen Han

Lyrics: Jonathan Lee

Composer: Jonathan Lee

The male singer who came onto the stage opened his mouth. His vocal timbre was excellent, gentle yet substantial, with a sense of storytelling, instantly hooking the ears of the audience:

"For you, I spent half a year's savings

"To travel across the ocean to see you..."

After finally listening to the end, unexpectedly, the next song was again 'Rice Field' sung by Crown Princess Zhusha.

Lyrics: Jay Chou

Composer: Jay Chou

Fellow countrymen, I am sorry to you all...

I am truly sorry!

Especially sorry to Brother Jay Chou! When I sold the songs to the company, they didn't tell me they would have a young girl sing them, though the final result was not bad; the young girl's vocal timbre gave this song a unique flavor, please you must forgive me!

If you really refuse to forgive me, coming to hit me is fine too.

But then again, in this strange world, with familiar songs echoing in his ears, Chen Shu still felt quite comforted in his heart.

It felt like time travel.

A kind of faint moving feeling.

Moreover, these two singers both respected the creator very much; when recording these two songs, they had video called Chen Shu several times through the internet to seek quite a bit of Chen Shu's advice, so the style of these two songs generally did not differ much from the original versions, with the biggest difference being the arrangement, which was something that had to be changed.

When they finished singing, Chen Shu even glanced at the audience's reaction below, and the effect was quite good.

The gala concluded successfully.

The host gave a speech, and there was an awards ceremony; everyone had an award, the award names were very unserious, and the process was also very humorous, which was a style young people liked.

"Chen Shu, Lu Xing."

"What is it, Boss?"

"Yingying will go on stage in a moment, you two follow along as well."

"Understood."

Chen Shu and Lu Xing walked to the passageway in front of and behind the stage to wait for their employer to come out; quite a few artists were standing here as well, all chatting and laughing, seizing the time to build connections and expand their networks.

A man of medium build looked at Chen Shu repeatedly.

A young, beautiful girl also looked at Chen Shu repeatedly.

Chen Shu was not panicked at all; the video calls were from a long time ago, and video calls themselves don't look intuitive, plus he was wearing a formal suit today, so how could he still be recognized?

"Next is the award for the oldest person in the venue, and the award for the youngest person in the venue.

"Let us welcome with applause... Wen Han!

"And... our beloved Crown Princess Zhusha!"

The two went on stage at the same time.

After finishing an acceptance speech written by a stand-up comedian, they took their trophies and left the stage together.

While descending the stairs, Wen Han very gentlemanly helped Crown Princess Zhusha, and Crown Princess Zhusha also smiled and said thank you.

The two glanced at a certain bodyguard again.

The bodyguard looked straight ahead.

They look so alike...

How interesting.

Neither of them had taken it to heart initially, and their memories were indeed a bit blurry, but even if their memories were clear, what would be so strange about encountering someone in this world who looks like someone else?

But they couldn't help it, there were two of them—

Both of them discovered the other's odd behavior.

"Teacher Wen Han, what are you looking at?"

"I think that person looks a bit familiar."

"Who?"

"That bodyguard."

"Is that so? I think so too."

"I think he looks a bit like a songwriter I've collaborated with, though the temperament isn't quite the same." Wen Han smiled gently, "And that teacher shouldn't be appearing here."

"This..."

"You wouldn't also..."

"Emmm... he shouldn't be working as a bodyguard here, right?"

"That's hard to say, people like them, they can do anything."

The two looked at each other, silent for a moment, and when passing by Chen Shu, they stopped their steps in unison:

"Teacher Jonathan Lee?"

"Teacher Jay Chou?"

Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.

After speaking, both were stunned for a moment, and cast surprised looks at each other—

I thought we were talking about the same person!