Her long eyelashes trembled twice, like a black elf: "I like the feeling of singing. The past three months of creating with you have been enough for me. I am already very satisfied. I don't need to rely on success to reward myself."
"So, don't feel pressured."
After saying that, Jiang Xinhai immediately added: "But, this is not what I was thinking about just now."
"What I was thinking was that I don't have to sing it to everyone."
"I will be satisfied if I sing for you alone."
After that, there was another silence, except for Jiang Xinhai who could hear the blood hitting his ears.
She had never said such bold words before, but looking at the expression on Chen Ya's face, she didn't seem excited at all.
Just when she began to regret that she had confessed her feelings too early, Chen Ya suddenly said:
"Xinhai, do you know that there's a mean reversion theorem in the investment world?"
"Ah?" Jiang Xinhai was caught off guard. She didn't understand why she was asked this.
"Buying stocks is like walking your dog. Sometimes the dog runs ahead, and sometimes you run ahead," Chen Ya said. "That's because stock prices can't reflect a company's value in real time."
Jiang Xinhai didn't understand what this had to do with what she said.
"But if time stretches on, the value of this company will be determined, and the fluctuations in its stock price will always revolve around the golden line representing its intrinsic value. All ticket prices will eventually return to that equilibrium point."
"Investing is like this, and so is life. Everyone's life will have ups and downs."
"But the good times will always come to an end, and the bad times will always come to an end. The value of everything will eventually return to its original state."
"Our enemies this time are very powerful. They have more resources, a better reputation, stronger connections, and they dominate half of the music scene."
"What about next time? Our enemies might be even stronger. They might have countless traffic, enthusiastic fans, and the ability to manipulate the charts at will. Even the judges for the awards might be their people."
“There might come a day when we lose to these guys.”
"But not today."
“I’m not foolishly having unrealistic confidence in myself, but I believe in the axiom of mean reversion.”
"And axioms don't need proof."
"We are indeed at a low point now, so what should we do?" Chen Ya said, "We just need to wait. Wait for the day when mean reversion comes."
Chen Ya stood up and held out his hand: "Let's go to Zhou Peng's factory and see if he's slacking off."
Jiang Xinhai placed his soft hand into Chen Ya's palm.
…
Jiang Xinhai and Chen Ya stayed at home for a week.
For a week, I didn't dare to receive any external information.
As Chen Ya said, they can only wait for the day when the mean returns. Before that, no matter how much they look at it, it will only affect their own mentality.
A week after a new album is released, music weekly will announce the music trend list of the week.
Because it is a media outlet specializing in music, its statistical methods are very professional, so professional that every music store owner has a copy and they select albums according to the charts above.
Whether an album is good or not can be largely reflected by its performance on the first week charts.
Chen Ya went out and bought one, and when he got home, he solemnly placed the thin magazine on the coffee table.
"I'll be clear in advance that our album is absolutely top-tier," Chen Ya pointed a finger before opening the album, "but I don't have confidence in the audience."
"It hasn't reverted to the mean yet, has it?" Jiang Xinhai said angrily. "That's enough. Let's take a look."
Because she was fooled by Chen Ya's theory, she forced herself not to inquire about the sales of "Meeting" through any channel for a whole week, and now she can no longer hold it in.
"oh."
Chen Ya opened the magazine.
On the first page, the bold title pops out prominently:
One week after Jiang Xinhai's new album was released, the popularity trend is fluctuating!
Chen Ya quickly closed the magazine.
Jiang Xinhai held his heart, gasping for breath as he lay on the sofa: "I can't take it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, why don't you just stop watching."
No matter how many theorems you believe in, your heart will still ache at times like this.
Chen Ya's head was covered in sweat. "Let's not look at this page, let's go straight to the popularity list."
He flipped straight to the end—Music Weekly usually puts the major charts on the last few pages—and both of them leaned over to look at the charts at the same time.
As a result, the moment they saw the list, their bodies felt hot and cold at the same time.
Jiang Xinhai grabbed Chen Ya's hand with his cold hand, his heart trembling: "W-What's going on?"
The ranking on the list is as follows:
Jiang Xinhai's name, and her avatar next to it, are perfectly positioned at number 2 on the entire list.
If it were just this, the two of them would be enough to jump on the spot.
However, it was very ominous that the person standing above Jiang Xinhai and pressing on her was exactly the person she had a narrow path with - Yingzi.
"What does this mean?" Jiang Xinhai asked in a trembling voice, "Yingzi hasn't released a new album recently, right?"
Chen Ya looked at it intently for a while and said, "Observe!"
"What's wrong?"
"You've read the wrong list. This is the celebrity topic trend list." Chen Ya said, pointing to the bold words at the top of the list.
This list is purely used to count the popularity of celebrities. Sometimes, if a big piece of news comes out, it can jump to the first place.
The reference value is not that high.
There are many charts in "Music Weekly", and the album sales chart is the most valuable one.
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