The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Chapter 448: Behind-the-scenes mastermind, the teacher found for Alian_1
 

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Logically speaking, there are no secrets in the circle.

The word and music composer and arranger behind Yan Lu really just came out of nowhere; looking back, there’s no similar style to be found.

Nowadays, with hip-hop and rap prevailing, there are only so many people in the traditional music circle.

The agent suspected it was a couple of top-tier artists who created alternate accounts to pave the way for Yan Lu, but no matter how long they investigated, they couldn’t match these two with any known lyricist or music arranger in the circle.

It’s as if these two really did come into existence just for Yan Lu.

Other than hanging their names on Yan Lu’s new releases, almost nothing is known about them in the circle—not their gender, not their age, nothing.

The production quality of each of Yan Lu’s songs is top-notch, as well—the flute, pipa, and guzheng sounds…

Taken individually, each would be worth listening to on repeat. It’s simple why Yan Lu’s third song immediately blew up: from the lyrics to the music, to the arrangement, to the singer, everyone involved seems like an expert.

But oddly, no leads could be found. They didn’t even know where Yan Lu recorded the songs.

To say Yan Lu doesn’t have a powerful backer seems baffling, yet to say Yan Lu does—well, she hasn’t even landed any global endorsements yet, save for a single new product: “Solid Foundation Paste.”

Neither An Qi nor Man Xi was interested in it.

“First, her ambiguous history with CEO Liu was all over the place, and there was no talk in the circle of her being particularly close to anyone,” the agent shook his head. Yan Lu’s background was easy to check.

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These past few months An Qi didn’t dare to act rashly, but Yan Lu hasn’t made any significant moves besides releasing songs.

This time, not willing to be overshadowed by Yan Lu’s new song, An Qi decided he wouldn’t remain passive any longer. He lowered his head, “I understand.”

An Qi knew people at the Jiangjing Music Academy—

[Do you have a summary of your school’s performance competitions over the years?]

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Xiangcheng.

In the private room, Pu Xiaohan and others were also watching Yan Lu’s new song.

Weng Qi, sitting beside Pu Xiaohan, excitedly shared the link in the class group and put on his headphones.

“Come to your senses,” Pu Xiaohan said to Weng Qi with a smirk, “weren’t you a fan of Man Xi before? You almost got into a fight with Zhang Erbi. How come you’re a fan of Sister Lu now?”

Weng Qi had a deep memory of that “slip of the hand” incident.

He quickly gestured to Pu Xiaohan, relieved only after making sure Yan Lu hadn’t noticed them, and said somewhat embarrassedly, “Youthful ignorance, you know.”

From their few encounters, he felt Yan Lu was a decent person and quite charming.

“Understandable. Let’s eat,” Pu Xiaohan picked up some food for him with her chopsticks, “Delicious, isn’t it?”

While eating, Weng Qi scrolled through the comments under the song.

After listening, fans started analyzing the lyrics of the song—top-tier as usual. He immediately noticed the second hottest comment—

[The name ‘The Never-Setting Sun’ is indeed nice. When will we take it back? (smirking)]

He laughed and then liked the comment.

After everyone finished eating, Yan Lu offered to take the people from Class 15 to karaoke.

She knew that during her filming period, these kids often helped out at the Zhang Family.

Pu Xiaohan was the first to refuse, “Sister Lu, let’s wait until after our college entrance exam. Recently, everyone’s been tortured by Alian and the study god’s notes to the point of sleeplessness.”

The learning atmosphere in Class 15 has been good lately, probably moved by Bai Lian and Ning Xiao’s study schedules.

There was also Lu Lingxi’s heartfelt advice during the class meeting—

High school and college indeed provide the best opportunities to break out of your original social class. It’s hard to enlighten these students, but Bai Lian makes a good poster child.

“That’s true,” Weng Qi sullenly crushed his can of cola, “I’m also trying hard to study. Alian, when you guys ascend later, can you take me with you?”

Bai Lian raised an eyebrow, giving him a look.

Weng Qi was genuinely a bit sorrowful: “I’m seriously afraid that after the exams, you’ll either go to college in Beicheng or Jiangjing, leaving me here chanting ‘Makabaka’.”

Listening to their conversation, Yan Lu realized that the group around the table were candidates preparing for exams.

After finishing their meal, Bai Lian and Yan Lu lagged behind.

The other students were discussing problems up front.

Jiang Fulai was following close to Bai Lian, listening to Weng Qi and Pu Xiaohan discuss a math problem for a while.

For about a minute.

He couldn’t help but glance at Weng Qi and Pu Xiaohan.

Touching the back of his head and sensing a chill, Weng Qi said, “So if you substitute the trigonometric function, why is this problem so perverse, two-thirds times the square root of three…”

Before he could finish, Jiang He, who was being led by the hand by Pu Xiaohan, looked up slowly and said, “Two-fifths times the square root of three.”

“Huh?” Weng Qi and Pu Xiaohan stopped their discussion.