Chapter 124: The Organizer Is Warming Up
If singers’ singing skills are divided into seven levels, then little idols like Tong Yulu and Chi Leying are LV4, quasi-professional level.
Technically up to standard, able to meet the singing requirements for most songs, but on-site performance may be greatly discounted and requires recording studio technical processing.
Shen Yutong is one to two levels higher than them; her overall strength should be level five, with comprehensive and stable technique, able to imbue songs with personal understanding and color.
But when she sings her own created songs, she gets a boost and can temporarily enter level six.
Yu Wei has a profound understanding of this, because Shen Yutong’s stage this period features a song she wrote herself.
“Xiangyang” was written by her at the beginning of this year, with a great response; Yu Wei has heard this song because it’s really popular, appearing on the homepage many times.
The theme of this song echoes traffic police, because they are the city’s sun-facing ones; her lyrics are highly poetic, with every line like a carefully drawn scene.
As the song progresses, Shen Yutong’s singing shows strong layering, with full on-site impact, leaving Meng Han beside her somewhat stunned.
It seems this batch of young people now isn’t completely useless…
Meng Han himself didn’t notice that he had already removed Yu Wei from the young people category—old monster level.
Yu Wei watched clearly from the side: impressive, right? He’ll arrange her as your son’s opponent soon.
The main competition has reached this point with no one else, so this arrangement is necessary; if there’s no grudge, one win or loss isn’t important, since there’s still the revival match.
After Shen Yutong finished singing, the program recording also ended; Yu Wei went to Hu Xing’s side and praised his singing, and by the way asked about his future plans.
“When are you going to publish a book?”
Actually, Hu Xing has been signed for a few days, but he’s been practicing singing lately with no time to update, so the book hasn’t been published yet.
“Tomorrow, I’ll stockpile some manuscript tonight.”
“Keep it up!”
Yu Wei felt Hu Xing still had some talent; maybe his results would be better than expected, which would be awkward.
How come everyone has better talent than him? Qi Luo An’s side is going smoothly too; her submission passed on the first try, but she hasn’t published a book yet.
She said she plans to pick an auspicious day to publish and fully absorb luck; one can only say this idea is just like a failure’s.
Qi Luo An also published her book the next day; taking advantage of her not being signed yet, Yu Wei casually made an investment—free of charge is free of charge…
[“Why Does a Failure Care So Much About Data?”]
Author: Twin Sunflowers
Synopsis: That year, failure author Wei Yu became an internet celebrity writer through hype, cursed bloody by colleagues, and saddled with the title of industry’s shame.
But fortunately, the novel treasure trove system awakened; as long as he keeps producing hit novels, he can ascend to the throne of novel king.
Where’s the promised failure?]
It has that inner flavor; Qi Luo An only updated the first two chapters on the first day, Yu Wei has seen it so naturally won’t nitpick—let her write slowly.
Hu Xing’s book was published in the evening, chapters released but not signed; upon asking, it turns out he’s delaying signing to max out entry into the library, and also make the smart push at 100,000 words more critical.
Who knows which failure came up with this trick—precisely calculating word count and days to maximize profit.
Yu Wei doesn’t know if this works either, can only wish him good luck…
He also needs to write today; Shen Yutong’s singing video was sent early in the morning, with no fancy editing or arrangement, not even pitch correction—just pure a cappella.
The whole song has clear enunciation, effortless breath control, natural and smooth turns of sound, rhythm control just right, all demonstrating her singing skill and profound understanding of music.
This is a dimensional strike…
In Yu Wei’s fake competition, the current contestants are either actor idols, internet celebrities, or abstract artists—there are no real singers at all.
Shen Yutong ranks among singers; joining in, it’s no wonder if she doesn’t dominate.
“Giving other contestants a bit of pressure isn’t bad.”
Yu Wei wrote this chapter very seriously; with such good singing, if he doesn’t write with flavor, it would somewhat disappoint her passionate joining.
……
“How come not even one collection is increasing?”
Qi Luo An opens the backstage every two minutes, staring at the new book with 3 collections in contemplation—one is hers, one is Yu Wei’s, and the last might be a fake investment.
It might even be a bot…
She used to mock failures, but only after starting to write herself did she realize how agonizing this feeling of being ignored is; she’s clearly writing quite seriously.
In an instant, she had the idea of finding acquaintances to boost data a bit, but quickly rejected it.
Acquaintances would probably die laughing if they knew she was writing this, especially Yutong and her big bro—Qi Yuan aside, Shen Yutong, being such a literary person, definitely couldn’t stand her fast-food literature.
Roommates won’t do either; though playing around with them has no psychological burden, the cringe is still there.
Moreover, she’s now half a school celebrity; she even times classes to arrive last—if word gets out she’s writing this, her reputation is done.
“Better to obediently be a failure.”
Qi Luo An adjusted her mindset and planned to continue writing, when she happened to see the new competition video Yu Wei sent her.
Still comparing trash?
She thought it would be the same vomit-inducing mess as the previous days, but upon clicking, isn’t this Shen Yutong!
The camera slowly zooms in; Shen Yutong isn’t heavily made up, just bare-faced; she lightly parts her lips, and a segment of a cappella leisurely flows out.
Free from accompaniment’s constraints, her voice is like unpolished jade, with a slightly clear and moist texture; every note strikes the air with utmost clarity.
Close-up captures her delicate facial expressions and subtle lip-teeth changes, with stable and sustained breath; even at the ending note, you can see her voice control wandering multiple times, steady as threading a needle.
How did she come to compete?
This terrifying singing skill makes Qi Luo An sweat even through the screen—is this the gold content of the new generation’s strongest female singer? A cappella is this top-tier.
Already worrying for her opponent…
Wait, who is her opponent?
Qi Luo An suddenly felt a bit guilty; last time the other side specifically wanted to compete with her—does that mean?
“It can’t be me, right?”
……
Qi Yuan picked up the tenderest piece from the fish belly and placed it in Zhang Lingye’s bowl, teasing, “Taste the saltiness for me!”
Zhang Lingye looked at him slightly surprised, feeling this kid’s entire mental state was different.
Is he coming out of seclusion?
“Can’t stay longer; heading back to the company tomorrow to report schedule.”
He’s been in Beijing for a month, recorded two episodes of variety shows, and spent the rest of the time messing around; before leaving, gathering with old teammates.
Ever since Yu Wei burst onto the scene, Zhang Lingye found his ambition dropped a lot; the gap between people is sometimes bigger than between person and pig.
“You go first; I’ll be back in a few days.”
A smile played on Qi Yuan’s lips, as if he’d fully adjusted his mindset, returning to his former confident self.
“Looks like you benefited a lot?”
“Not bad.”
Qi Yuan smiled without speaking, but instinctively opened his phone upon feeling it vibrate, seriously reading Yu Wei’s new chapter.
Looks like he hasn’t adjusted after all…
“How’s the competition going?”
Zhang Lingye doesn’t read books, but as a contestant in the novel, he still needs to know the schedule.
Strangely, he debuted at the same time as Zhou Mumu and Fei Hong, but they finished their first match, and he still has no playtime.
Who knows what opponent Yu Wei will arrange for him; Zhang Lingye feels the recent ones are all good—trash for trash comparison, no pressure for him.
“Today, Shen Yutong takes the stage…”
Qi Yuan didn’t find this detail either; the fake competition got a real master—hard to say later, but among current contestants, absolutely no one is her opponent.
“Ah?”
Zhang Lingye nearly dropped his chopsticks upon hearing; how did Yu Wei even trick her in? This is abuse of vegetables.
Wait, among the named ones who haven’t appeared yet, isn’t it just me left? Does that mean?
“It can’t be me, right?”
How strong is Shen Yutong? Readers who finished the new chapter say she should get a bye; otherwise, whoever meets her goes to the quarantine zone.
Netizens who heard the song want to vote for her; usually everyone just has fun, but for a pure musician like this, serious evaluation is the greatest respect.
“Besides Yu Wei, I can’t think of anyone in this age group who can beat her.”
“What, the organizer is warming up?”
“Without Yu Wei banned, indeed no one; does Tang Yizhou have a chance?”
“No chance; he only writes, singing skill is a mess, feels even worse than Yu Wei’s partner in ‘Under the Flying Clouds’—what’s his name…”
“That one? Singing skill okay but unstable; even if practiced, creation can’t compare.”
Can write and sing—at twenty-something, that’s supermodel level; besides Yu Wei, really no one can contend.
Netizens call it internal champion, starting to guess who Shen Yutong’s opponent will be.
While Qi Luo An and Zhang Lingye are nervously wondering “will it be me,” Meng Lei takes the stage; the one facing this powerful opponent is actually me.
Yu Wei’s second updated chapter directly announces the opponent’s identity.
Netizens are shocked seeing Meng Lei’s name, all asking who Meng Lei is?
Star second generation is like this; compared to that, everyone might be more familiar with their nicknames, since star parents always use nicknames for them in public from childhood.
“Meng Han teacher’s son—that’s hard to say; what if he has hidden strength?”
“Don’t know; he’s too low-key, no singing videos found—could he be a monk sweeping the floor?”
“I heard Meng Han is strict with family education; Meng Lei started voice training and singing from childhood, hand-taught by a king of singers dad—you judge.”
Real or fake?
Yu Wei hasn’t heard Meng Lei sing either, doesn’t know this buddy’s level, but logically it shouldn’t be too bad.
Same star second generation: Qi Luo An’s dad is a director, mom a host—so her foundation is good.
Meng Han teacher is a top tier musician; how bad can his taught son be?
While Yu Wei was pondering, Meng Lei’s video arrived; he sang Yu Wei’s song too—the still-hot “Dream Chaser’s Heart.”
Why is there a bad premonition…
Meng Lei shed his usual silent image, donning rivet leather jacket onto the rock stage—this scene has a bit of inheriting the family trade flavor.
Powerful drums and electric guitar roar start; he tries to fling long hair but awkwardly finds it too short, can only stiffly shake his head.
After just two lines, Meng Lei gets tangled by the microphone cord at his ankle, feeling like continuing would trip him.
When he roars “run forward” with a gentle voice, cracking like a cat stepped on its tail, Yu Wei instantly closed the video.
Is this really his biological son?
