Chapter 184: Handed It Too Hard
In the second round of the competition in “Top Streamer,” Yu Wei recorded the songs using only 70% of his strength as templates for the AI.
His 70%, technique is probably around 1.8 An, but AI singing naturally has flaws, so the actual auditory perception is only about 1 An.
Why say AI singing is the quality inspector? Because it’s used to test good-for-nothings. Qi Luo An, who was negligent in practice, is stuck right on the critical line.
Using her as the unit of measurement is not without reason…
Hearing this, Qi Luo An got angry in a fit of rage, “What about Qi Yuan? How many An does he have?”
Earlier, after they saw Qi Yuan secretly writing, the two very tacitly didn’t disturb him. Qi Luo An had bad intentions in her heart, while Yu Wei was afraid of awkwardness.
As someone who had been through it, he understood too well the feeling of not passing the draft yet being pressured by group friends. One should forgive others whenever possible.
What, you actually didn’t pass the draft?
“During my idol days, I was about the same as you. Now I should have strength over 2 An.”
Qi Yuan’s progress was still significant. During the boy group days, he was basically marking time in place. Since he recognized himself and started working hard, his strength made a qualitative leap.
Now he is more than capable of crushing Qi Luo An.
Although it was hard to accept, Qi Luo An knew it was fact. That time her older brother sang “Even if Ordinary,” she also recognized his strength.
But she wasn’t annoyed about it. In the field of writing books, she was still stronger than her flop older brother. A little flop also dares to measure her…
Yu Wei didn’t have time to argue with her. After adjusting his state, he walked into the recording studio and started recording the song.
“Peach Blossom Promise” is a typical divine song from a rotten drama. Honestly, he hadn’t watched that drama; it seemed to be about a romance spanning three lifetimes.
He really had no interest in dramas about loving across lifetimes. Wouldn’t cultivating for a hundred lifetimes be more appealing than romance?
He closed his eyes, imagining a valley with peach blossoms flying everywhere. Before singing, he still needed to immerse a bit in the emotion, otherwise it would be no different from AI.
“The first meeting if lingering, vows with wind blowing clouds rolling and unrolling
Amid the years, asking what year is this eve.”
The instant he opened his mouth, Qi Luo An and music supervisor Hong Hui both nodded. This song had something just from the first line.
These lyrics and music weren’t something those ancient style internet celebrity songs could compare to. Thinking that such a good song was to be fed to AI, they even felt a bit regretful.
Qi Luo An didn’t hesitate at all and directly raised her mobile phone to start recording video. Although no video needed to be posted this time, keeping a memento was surely fine.
Couldn’t she keep it for her own use…
Before the chorus part arrived, Yu Wei adjusted his breath. This was the part that most tested a singer’s skill, needing to maintain the gracefulness of ancient style songs while singing out the majestic strength of a sense of destiny.
“One inch of soil, one year of wood, one flower, one tree, one greed
Love is a seed of affection blooming off in the wrong path.”
He was no longer just singing, but narrating a promise. The air in the recording studio seemed to solidify a bit, even breaths becoming cautious.
Hearing this line, Qi Luo An couldn’t help shivering. It was the first time Yu Wei sang this style, and she really liked this song.
Not just her; she felt Shen Yutong would also like this poetic and picturesque song. What a pity; this song was already used for AI. Otherwise, it would be perfect for the two of them to sing.
The nearby Hong Hui was thinking even further. He had participated in many AI tuning sessions and was very familiar with Deng Shi’s voice.
If this line were performed by her signature voice, the effect could be imagined…
This kid couldn’t really be custom-making songs for AI, could he? That would be too ridiculous. With that effort, what couldn’t he do?
In the final bridge part, Yu Wei’s voice gradually softened, like the fragrance of peach blossoms drifting from afar.
Then Qi Yuan followed the scent and came. He knew Yu Wei would come to record the song that afternoon and planned to come learn a thing or two. But as soon as he entered, he saw Qi Luo An, the kind who was stunned listening to the song.
Why was she everywhere?
“Wrong door, goodbye.”
With his little sister there, how could he learn? Forget it, better go back and continue asking Brother Dianba.
What the heck, came in and went out again?
After recording the song, Yu Wei glanced toward the door. Came hurriedly and left hurriedly. These siblings seemed never to have existed in his presence at the same time.
“Feels off, do it again.”
Hong Hui was already used to this, but Qi Luo An nearby was full of question marks upon hearing it. Wasn’t this good enough? Wasn’t he a bit too demanding of himself?
Quite the opposite, Yu Wei didn’t control it in the first take; his singing skill was a bit too full, so he needed to tone it down a notch.
Every time he recorded for AI, he had to do several takes. After all, score control was hard to control; one slip could go overboard. AI was already strong in technique, and singing too well made it easy to exceed.
It was only the second round of the competition after all; he couldn’t go too hard, or singers would complain about numerical inflation.
Hong Hui and the others were already familiar with his routine and quickly started recording the second take.
“Singing this well is discarded draft.”
Discarded drafts not used were perfect for her own use. Bored, Qi Luo An casually sent a copy to Shen Yutong to see what evaluation she had of this song.
With her love for poetic things, she was probably going to be unable to put this song down.
While waiting for the reply, Yu Wei sang the second take. This time his singing method was much more restrained, but still a bit over the line. But time was short today, so this would do.
Slightly heavier hand should be fine…
When going upstairs to tune the AI, although Qi Luo An was there the whole time, she didn’t understand it much and could only watch for fun on the side.
Didn’t understand, but greatly shocked.
Just when she was almost falling asleep waiting, Shen Yutong’s reply finally came: just four simple words, “Written by Yu Wei?”
As Qi Luo An expected, after listening to this song, she was firmly captured. The emotional expression of this song was full of a heartrending beauty and restrained poetic feel, which was her favorite…
She listened to it fully four times before replying. The clever weaving of classical imagery in the lyrics was what moved her most.
Unlike the piling up of various imagery in other ancient style songs, the imagery in “Peach Blossom Promise” was very methodical.
One inch of soil, one year of wood, one flower, one tree, one greed—from small to large, from objects to heart in parallelism, like the evocation technique in ci poetry forms, subtle and profound.
After listening, Shen Yutong even felt regretful for the first time. What a pity this song was to be sung by AI. AI was AI after all; no matter how well it sang, the lack of emotion couldn’t bring out the song’s full strength.
If only she could sing this song…
This sudden thought startled her. As an original singer, how could she covet someone else’s original work?
Wouldn’t that be a desecration of her own creative ability? Shen Yutong, oh Shen Yutong, how could you be so superficial!
“No problem, we’ll work hard to beat the AI then, and select this one.”
Qi Luo An was already scheming, first making Shen Yutong waver, then getting her addicted to Yu Wei’s songs unable to extricate herself.
Shen Yutong forcibly suppressed her love for this song, turned off her mobile phone, and didn’t dare chat more. She was afraid she’d really fall in.
“Tuned, let’s go.”
“So fast?”
Qi Luo An found Shen Yutong playing dead in “enemy advances, I retreat” mode, but the AI said tuned and it was tuned, startling her.
Shouldn’t this kind of thing take a lot of time?
“The model was already tuned last time; this time just use it directly.” If possible, Yu Wei definitely hoped the AI could fight more rounds; model reuse would make their debugging worthwhile.
After recording the song, Qi Luo An really had no excuse to keep following, so they each went home to start writing.
Near seven o’clock, Yu Wei promptly released the new chapter and uploaded the singing video for this competition match.
Usually at this time he would browse reader comments, but today he had other things to do: write out the first part of “The Devotion of Suspect X.”
This book had appeared in Qi Luo An’s plot for a while, and readers had been urging again and again. Not starting to write would be impolite.
“The Devotion of Suspect X” has nineteen chapters total, about 150,000 words, averaging seven to eight thousand words per chapter.
The first act of the novel is chapters one and two, the crime plot. Releasing them together is more coherent; otherwise, everyone would be confused reading it.
……
“Underestimated this AI a bit.”
She clearly planned to hold back from listening to the song, but seeing Yu Wei’s Easter Egg Chapter update, she still couldn’t resist clicking.
Originally wanted to see if the AI ruined the song, but unexpectedly the voice matched very well. The initial lines, wrapped in electronic effects, even had an ethereal and crystalline texture.
Especially the explosion in the chorus part, the AI sang it very well, with the voice gradually climbing even having some layering.
Actually, Yu Wei this time didn’t hold back enough; his hand was a bit heavy.
Netizen readers hadn’t heard Yu Wei’s recorded version, so they praised the AI version of “Peach Blossom Promise” endlessly, saying the native singer was unbelievably strong.
So far, no contestant has beaten the AI yet, right…
Thinking of this, they despaired for the contestants. If the competition ended with all native characters, that would be too humiliating.
With the release of this song, Deng Shi had become a benchmark for Yu Wei’s fake competition. A virtual singer with two representative works—who wouldn’t say awesome upon seeing her?
But Shen Yutong had heard Yu Wei’s version. The AI version was good, but that subtle sense of discord was also obvious.
Especially at the turn of sound in “one inch of soil, one year of wood,” the throbbing and lingering that should burst forth was processed like a steadily rising curve, missing Yu Wei’s hesitation and explosion in the breaths.
The AI always maintained stable breath, without pauses for changing breath, which instead made this song that should be full of sighs lose a bit of human fragility.
Shen Yutong sighed in admiration and regret at the same time—admiring Yu Wei’s creative ability and the excellence of “Deng Shi”‘s timbre, regretting the AI’s limitations.
If she sang it, she was absolutely confident she could sing it better, bringing out the sense of destiny in the song’s reincarnation.
“Can’t listen anymore.”
This song was like those “normal outfit no bad hints” short videos, seeming to tempt her anytime, anywhere.
Terrifying, hurry and listen to young fresh meat’s songs to refresh…
She hurriedly clicked on Deng Shi’s opponent little idol’s song, finally calming her mood amid sentence after sentence of fake falsetto clip sounds.
This match’s victory or defeat was already decided actually; Deng Shi’s advance was set in stone.
Shen Yutong unexpectedly felt a faint fighting spirit. If there was an opportunity to face her, she must personally eliminate this native character.
Just as she finally adjusted her mood, she surprisingly saw a long-missed update reminder: Yu Wei’s “Collection of Works” had updated.
Wasn’t “Malice” already finished? Could it be the rumored new work?
Shen Yutong took a deep breath but still couldn’t suppress her curiosity. Today she was done in by Yu Wei.
One song, one new book, perfectly captured.
She rallied and clicked open the novel. The novel officially entered the second volume, titled “The Devotion of Suspect X.”
Yu Wei even specially wrote a short volume intro: “Loving someone, to what extent is it possible?”
The core of this suspense novel was actually love? This was quite different from the previous “Malice” themed on hate.
With a mood to explore, she turned to the novel’s first page.
[At seven thirty-five in the morning, Shi Shen left the apartment as usual…]
