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Seeing Fang Zhao 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 to the circle on the left. "This one is the tough type." Then he pointed to the circle on the right. "This one is the soft and cute type."
Fang Zhao nodded, indicating he understood.
Chu Guang drew another circle in the middle of the line. "This one is in between the two. During the Reg era, virtual idols were mostly centre-left or center-left. Even if there were right-leaning ones, they were a minority. But after the Reg era, virtual idols started to move to the right. That's why my uncle said that. It's a little extreme, and the situation isn't that serious, but statistics show that the trend is correct. "
Fang Zhao understood. The materials 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 composers like us change our styles over the course of our lives.
"A businessman once said, 'The market isn't wrong. If you can't be accommodated by the market, then you're the only one at fault. Keep up with the times. Don't be stubborn. '"
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 on the music charts. "
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 had not plummeted, probably because Fang Zhao had pushed him off the New Pioneers Chart, but it was certainly not 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 Fang Sheng had been in bad shape. Who knew how long it had been since he had had a good night's sleep?
"Fang Zhao, you're good!" Fang Sheng gritted his teeth.
"Thanks for the compliment." Fang Sheng paid no heed to 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 all this time and had not noticed.
Fang Sheng could not be blamed. Fang Zhao would not 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 did not 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 away?
"Fang Zhao, speak clearly. What the hell do you mean?"
Fang Zhao ignored Fang Sheng's impatience and ended the call.
He walked 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 from the Yanzhou Music Association at the graduation ceremony.
Although Fang Zhao had been the arranger, the main composer had been the previous owner of this body. The credit for the award still belonged to the original owner.
"I'll take care of the rest."
Now that he had graduated, Fang Zhao no longer needed to go to school. Summer break was here. The next virtual idol class was in September, and the download was only in early July. There was still more than a month to go.
Fang Zhao had to make use of this time to come up with a rough plan for the project. Otherwise, his schedule would be full and he would not 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 a newcomer to the industry and had not fully assimilated the latest trends.
Imitating the predecessors and changing the "skin" of their cores?
The advantage of virtual idols was that they did not 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 influenced generations. Different styles corresponded to different audiences.
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 had not come up with a solution the next day.
During breakfast, Fang Zhao saw a notebook peeking out of his open bag. He used it to record key information when he was flipping through documents at the company. Later, he realized there was too much to remember, so he opted for the scanning and storage function of his bracelet.
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 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 in front of the shop. He was surprised to see Fang Zhao not 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 from time to time, following the movements outside.
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