Da Bao opened various major websites, and sure enough, just like Tian Fang said, Nuonuo’s performance video was ranked among the top three on several well-known sites.
This situation is sowhat similar to the last ti a Mid-Autumn Festival video went viral, but last ti, there was a handler with a purpose behind the scenes. This ti, from the majority of complints in the audience’s comnts and the fact that most people sharing it are music aficionados, Da Bao vaguely felt it was different.
There was nothing inappropriate in the video, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief. What slightly bothered him was that the piece was ant solely for him but had been shared online by soone else. Yet, despite his displeasure, he could only accept this fact begrudgingly.
"What’s your opinion then?" Da Bao didn’t have a specific solution yet, so he decided to first hear Tian Fang’s opinion.
Even though he had a much sharper mind than most, intelligence sotis doesn’t trump experience. Therefore, at crucial tis, he was adept at listening to well-intentioned advice.
"The girl wants to delete the video, but I think we should appropriately utilize and guide the public opinion; this will be a fantastic publicity opportunity. I must say, the girl is born to thrive in this industry. Her rapport with the audience is extraordinarily good. In December, ’Spring’ will start its promotional period, showing on New Year’s Eve, and we can use this video to boost her popularity. By the ti of the film promotion, her fa will surely rise faster than expected."
Da Bao seriously browsed all kinds of comnts and deep-dives on content and listened attentively to Tian Fang’s detailed analysis.
"Director Sun’s films are generally huge hits, and the girl’s acting is definitely comndable among newcors. So, I think this video incident can serve as the first stepping stone; next month’s fashion show will be the second step; by the ti of ’Spring,’ the girl will have a perfect three-step jump, each ti reaching a new height. The level she reaches will be unattainable for ordinary newcors, and even as a seasoned agent, I can’t predict where that height will lead."
Tian Fang chattered away at the microphone; right now, she was full of passion, envisioning the mont her prized artist, who had debuted just a few months ago, becos a highly-anticipated supernova, bringing an overwhelming sense of pride and achievent.
"Hmm, let’s not rush this, I’ll watch the situation further. You’re with Nuonuo now, right? First, take her back to school; she has classes this afternoon. After that, co over to my office."
After browsing nurous comnts and posts and listening to Tian Fang’s professional analysis, Da Bao had a vague idea of how to handle the situation.
Tian Fang knew Ji Yu was persuaded by her words, felt a sense of hidden joy in her heart, hung up the phone, started the car, and turned to speak to Nuonuo.
"Nuonuo, I’ll take you back to school first, then I’ll go discuss with your brother how to handle the situation."
"Did my brother scold you?" Nuonuo’s concern noticeably shifted.
Tian Fang shook her head with a smile, "Young Master Yu isn’t a monstrous beast, not as intimidating as you say! Don’t worry, if he dares to scold , I’ll seek shelter from you!"
Though Tian Fang said so, when Nuonuo returned to school and saw Tian Fang drive away, she made a call to Da Bao.
Of course, besides pleading for Tian Fang, she also needed to apologize.
"Brother, I’m sorry, although I promised the song was for you alone, now it’s spread across major websites."
Nuonuo sat in the pavilion in front of the teaching building, talking on the phone while taking out her iPad from her backpack to browse the web. In just over an hour, the topic "A Beautiful, Scholarly Girl Boldly Performs" climbed to the second spot on Weibo’s trending list.
"Silly, even if everyone in the world sees and hears it, the song is still uniquely mine, the piece you played specifically for , isn’t it?"
On the other end of the phone, whether Da Bao had truly co to terms or was just speaking comforting words to soothe Nuonuo was unclear.
"That’s true, but oh well, it’s already like this, as long as you’re not bothered. It’s my fault, don’t scold Sister Fang later; it’s unrelated to her."
"I want Tian Fang to co over, not to scold her, but to discuss how to deal with this situation. Rest assured, this isn’t a bad thing; there’s no need for you to feel guilty."
With Da Bao’s repeated reassurances, Nuonuo felt relieved to go attend her classes.
Halfway through class, the phone set to vibrate in the drawer buzzed "tada tada."
Even sitting at the back of the large classroom, Nuonuo carefully took out her phone to glance at the caller, finding it’s a stranger’s number. She hesitated whether to answer while the professor on the podium coughed, reminding, "Today’s lesson is crucial, please pay attention, or don’t bla if you fail."
Although the professor’s words weren’t directed at Nuonuo specifically, she chose to ignore the call.
Throughout her life, Nuonuo’s social circle has been relatively stable; friends or colleagues she’s relatively close to, including film crew staff, have their numbers saved in her contacts with nas noted.
Tian Fang also reminded her to avoid answering unknown calls. Therefore, she didn’t give it a second thought, nor consider calling back.
Having called once, the person didn’t dial again until after she finished all classes and stood waiting at the agreed location for Tian Fang to pick her up, the phone rang again.
This ti, the caller ID showed as Fang Kai’s assistant, Brother Chao.
Feeling puzzled, Nuonuo thought since she wasn’t very familiar with Fang Kai, and they hadn’t contacted each other once since the film wrapped several months ago, the relationship with Brother Chao would naturally be even less close.
Despite the confusion, after the phone rang four or five tis, she finally answered.
"Hello, Brother Chao?"
The other party hesitated montarily before responding with a low and slightly raspy voice, "It’s not, it’s ."
Nuonuo beca even more puzzled, although the voice sounded sowhat familiar, she couldn’t instantly recall who it was.
"Um, sorry, who is this?"
This ti, the person on the other end of the line was silent for even longer; just as Nuonuo suspected the call might have been hung up, she heard a gentle cough from the phone, followed by the person speaking again.
"It’s Fang Kai."
Nuonuo finally recognized his voice, "Brother Kai, hello! What happened to your voice? Got a cold?"
Because his voice was lower than usual, Nuonuo couldn’t imdiately discern it was him.
"No, it’s just because I had an overnight shoot all day, so my throat is sore."
Nuonuo couldn’t tell if it were an illusion, but Fang Kai’s voice seed noticeably warr than before.
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