I Only Wanted to Be a Composer, but Became the King of Pop

I've read some. In summary, the author let the protagonist go astray. The plot went astray too. It starts with the eternal breakup theme. After the breakup, it immediately takes off. I can understand that, it's a trope. But after taking off, the male lead becomes like a child. Hesitant, melancholic. His achievements seem fake, they don't affect him at all.

Seeing that it's red bean paste again makes me feel upset. Has anyone ever wondered why Faye Wong was a superstar back then? Why is it that when people think of Faye Wong, only a dozen or so familiar songs seem to pop into their heads? But why does everyone consider Faye Wong to be the undisputed queen of pop? That seems strange, doesn't it?

Chapter 44's competition theme was ancient Chinese style, and then the revised protagonist was described as a big fish 🐠. Isn't that problematic? Su Muzhe is at least somewhat related to ancient Chinese style.

I've read over 30 chapters, and so far it's great. I really like this style; it avoids those cheesy, pretentious face-slapping moments, which is excellent. However, there's one thing I want to mention. Since it's a single-female-lead story, I suggest that the female characters be depicted less, and absolutely no one should have any romantic feelings for the protagonist.

So many readers have suggested we stop writing this and that, so you guys should write it! You've imposed so many rules and regulations; how can the author possibly create their own style? What you like might not be what everyone likes. Let's leave it to the author's free rein.

The author's choice is truly indescribable; I felt absolutely no connection to it. I specifically went to listen to them, and apart from "My Taoist Friend," "Red Bean," and "Later," none of the others were very good... Especially the producer competition, what kind of people are they selecting? 😅

Utterly disappointing. The song selection was careless, and the forced emotional manipulation failed to engage the reader effectively, resorting only to sensationalism. The protagonist is unlikable, giving off a middle schooler vibe—frighteningly immature. Single-female-lead novels aren't popular among readers of entertainment fiction; even without a female lead, it's better than having one.

So far, the pretentious plagiarism hasn't deterred me, but this Chen Ling is really lacking. She's just a stranger on a group tour, you have no interest in her, yet you dedicate so much space to her—is it just a simple female simp role to elevate the male lead's status?

Don't try to be a jack-of-all-trades. It's good enough to compose and sing, but what if you later try to be a screenwriter, director, poet, calligrapher, painter, and so on?

Seriously, this is disgusting. Is it even worse than Tomato's books? This era of studio-produced books flooding the market is truly hopeless.