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Seeing that Fang Zhao was still frowning, Chu Guang turned on the screen on his bracelet and switched to drawing mode.
"To put it simply …"
Chu Guang drew two circles on the screen and connected them with a straight line. He pointed at the circle on the left. "This one is the tough type." He then pointed at the circle on the right. "This one is the soft and cute type."
Fang Zhao nodded, indicating that he understood.
Chu Guang drew a circle in the middle of the line. "This is the middle of the two. In the Reg era, virtual idols were mostly centre-left or center-left. Even if there were right-leaning idols, they were few and far between. But after the Reg era, the trend gradually shifted to the right. That's why my uncle said that. Although it's a little extreme, and the current situation isn't that serious, the general trend according to the statistics is correct. "
Fang Zhao understood. The information he had read had mentioned the changing styles of virtual idols. In order to compete with real idols, virtual idols had to change their styles, and just as Chu Guang had said, the trend was toward the right end.
Chu Guang retracted the screen on his bracelet. "This is a visual era. Aesthetics change with each passing era. Even those popular idols from the Reg era may not be as popular now. Virtual idols today, though more or less similar to those classic idols from the Reg era, have been modified to suit the aesthetic preferences of the current generation, making them more in line with the visual preferences of the current generation. Even for us composers, our style of composition will change over the course of our lives. "
"A businessman once said, 'The market is not wrong. If you can't be accommodated by the market, then you are the only one who is wrong. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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Keep up with the times and don't be stubborn with the market. '"
Chu Guang saw that Fang Zhao still couldn't find an answer, so he comforted him with a smile. "But don't worry too much. You're a composer, not a professional virtual idol producer. And Silver Wing doesn't care much about virtual idol projects. Just follow what Silver Wing has done in the past. Finish this project as soon as possible. Composing is the most important thing. We'll be waiting for you at the music chart. "
Other than the New Pioneers Chart, there were many other charts in the music industry. The New Pioneers Chart was just a small, preliminary chart. They still had many more charts to climb in the future.
After leaving the campus, Chu Guang left in his flying car. Fang Zhao also boarded the train. He still had to change trains to get to the black street.
By the time Fang Zhao reached the black street, it was already four in the afternoon. The black street was still as dusky as ever.
Curly Hair had heard the commotion and was already waiting behind the door. When Fang Zhao entered, he whimpered and wagged his tail vigorously.
Fang Zhao scanned the interior of the house and saw that nothing had been damaged. He rubbed the dog's head and poured some food into the dog's plate.
Fang Zhao had just put down his bag and had yet to finish his glass of water when his wristband rang with an incoming call.
Looking at the name, Fang Zhao raised his eyebrows in surprise.
After the call was connected, Fang Sheng's face appeared on the screen.
Fang Sheng's treatment at Neon Culture didn't plummet, probably because Fang Zhao had pushed him off the New Pioneers Chart, but it wasn't as warm as before.
After not seeing him for a while, Fang Sheng was no longer in high spirits. His pale complexion, swollen eyes, and dark circles under his eyes suggested that he had been in bad shape. Who knew how long it had been since he'd had a good night's sleep? [Love ↑ Go △ Little ↓ Say △ Net w
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"Fang Zhao, you're good!" Fang Sheng gritted his teeth.
"Thanks for the compliment." Fang Sheng didn't seem to care about the resentment in his words. What right did a thief have to be resentful?
"You must be happy to play me for a fool, right?" Fang Sheng was convinced that Fang Zhao had been hiding something. He had been wary of him. Otherwise, where had the song "Hehe" come from? He had been following Fang Zhao around and hadn't noticed.
It wasn't Fang Sheng's fault. Fang Zhao wouldn't have shown a diary of a breakup unless he had completed it, not even to Fang Sheng, whom he had considered a good friend.
Fang Zhao set his glass down and didn't answer the question. Instead, he looked at Fang Sheng on the screen. "You think this is the end?"
Fang Sheng had wanted to tease Fang Zhao about taking on the Silver Wing virtual idol project, but when he heard what Fang Zhao said, he froze. "What do you mean?"
"Just wait."
Wait for what?
What else did Fang Zhao want?
Could it be that, besides those three songs, Fang Zhao had something even better hidden up his sleeve?
"Fang Zhao, speak clearly. What do you mean?"
Fang Zhao ignored Fang Sheng's impatience and ended the call.
He walked over to the corner where he had composed and opened the drawer where the original owner of his body had kept his diary. He placed the fifth-place medal he had received at the graduation ceremony from the Yanzhou Music Association.
Even though Fang Zhao had arranged the music, the main composer was the body's former owner. The original owner still took the credit for the award.
"I'll take care of the rest."
Now that he had graduated, Fang Zhao didn't need to go to school anymore. The summer break was here, and the next virtual idol class was in September. The download was only in early July. There was still a month to go.
Fang Zhao had to make use of this month's time to come up with a rough plan for the project. Otherwise, his schedule would be full and he wouldn't be able to attend classes.
Gathering staff and whatnot had to wait. First, Fang Zhao had to finalize his image.
Fang Zhao understood what Chu Guang was trying to say, but he was still an "old-timer" who had just arrived and hadn't fully assimilated the latest trends.
Imitating the predecessors and changing the "skin" of their cores?
The advantage of virtual idols was that they didn't have to be human. Demonic gods and plush pets were popular in the Reg era, and there was a huge market for them. Some iconic images had even influenced generations. Different image styles corresponded to different demographics.
The market?
How to cater to the market?
But the market was an elusive thing. No one could give a definitive answer.
Fang Zhao still hadn't come up with a solution the next day.
During breakfast, Fang Zhao saw a notebook peeking out of his open bag. He'd used it to jot down key information when he'd been flipping through documents at the company. He'd realized there was too much to remember, so he'd opted to use his bracelet's scanning and storage function.
However, there was one line in the notebook that had left a deep impression on Fang Zhao. It was what Reg, the father of virtual idols of the New Era, had once said: What I create is what I pursue.
Composing was also a form of creation.
As a creator, even if his body was in a cage, his heart should still be free.
"What I create is what I pursue," Fang Zhao said in a low voice.
Fang Zhao added in a low voice. Then, he smiled and opened the large blank notebook. He took out a pen and started drawing on it.
No one knew that the core of this body had experienced the 100-year Period of Destruction. Fang Zhao had no way of removing the era elements from his soul.
Rather than being tied up and not knowing what to do, he might as well go all out.
Time passed, and the sky gradually brightened. It was almost noon, and the sun was shining down on the street.
Yue Qing, who was sunbathing in a tank top and shorts, was lying on a chair in front of a shop. He was surprised Fang Zhao hadn't come out.
"Did the kid go out?" Ai Wan asked, dropping by.
"I don't know. I didn't see him this morning." Yue Qing glanced at the window. The window was open.
"He didn't go out. The kid is still inside," Yue Qing confirmed.
"That's weird. That's rare." Ai Wan shook his head. He had studied Fang Zhao for many days out of habit. He felt that the guy was a little weird and hard to read. Maybe all artists were like that.
Inside the shop, Curly Hair lay quietly on the floor after finishing the breakfast Fang Zhao had given him. His droopy ears twitched every now and then as he listened to the movements outside.
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