Chapter 241: Box Within A Box
[Waking up from sleep, the whole world’s songwriting level drops a thousand times, only I remain unchanged. When performing on stage, my colleague’s letter song shocks the audience, but I bring out an English song…]
“What the hell is this?”
After reading the beginning of her older brother’s novel, Qi Luo An felt her cerebral cortex instantly relax, perfectly matching her expectations of his level.
It had a beauty of return to simplicity; the entertainment novel circle could no longer accommodate him. If not, why not join the abstract stunt track?
Qi Yuan looked at his younger sister’s spicy comments and felt extremely embarrassed. Those ideas that made him boil with passion and write furiously late at night now seemed infinitely childish, stupid, and unbearable to look at.
Getting whipped corpse…
This is the feeling of a acquaintance discovering you wrote a novel. No wonder Yu Wei didn’t tell anyone back then.
This naturally wasn’t Qi Yuan’s own idea; he couldn’t possibly proactively show what he wrote to others, especially his little younger sister.
But things went against his wishes. After hearing he could exchange songs, he immediately went to Shen Yutong to ask, only to be successfully intercepted by Qi Luo An.
“Exchange songs? Sure, but first show me the beginning of your failed manuscript submission.”
Then Qi Yuan’s humiliation began. The novel he thought was interesting was being dismantled and commented on sentence by sentence, each word like a poison-quenched needle precisely stabbing his most vulnerable spots.
No way around it; for this heaven-sent opportunity, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens was necessary. Heaven bestows great responsibility on this person, first tormenting their mind…
“Shi!”
Seeing this word, Qi Yuan still broke down. Where was the “shi”? He clearly wrote it so seriously.
He could no longer see the words clearly afterward. After extreme shame and anger, a strange calm rose in his inner heart instead.
He now just wanted to buy a ticket immediately and flee this planet, the farther the better.
At the same time on the other side, Qi Luo An was laughing so hard she was bending over backward. Her older brother was still too talented in comedy; she couldn’t wait to see the rest of the manuscript.
Qi Yuan seemed to have submitted many times and failed every time. Perfect, one chapter a day; it would be fun to continue after his shame refreshed…
“Isn’t this a bit too harsh?”
Shen Yutong didn’t quite understand either, but getting whipped corpse like this, normal people couldn’t withstand it. If Qi Yuan’s Dao Heart shattered from laughter, what then?
What about her song then?
She still liked “Peach Blossom Promise” too much. The song’s quality was subjective, but it hit her strike zone perfectly. Plus the long tug-of-war, this song was her white moonlight.
Hearing she could use her “Yi Jian Mei” to exchange songs, Shen Yutong almost agreed without thinking, but was stopped by Qi Luo An.
Qi Luo An’s meaning was simple: the exchange would definitely happen, but first they had to tease him. He dared to make her roll? Courting death?
Goodwill treated as donkey liver and lungs; if she didn’t make her older brother remember this bloody lesson, she wouldn’t be surnamed Qi.
“Better look at some serious novels in the distance to recover HP. Reading her older brother’s writing is real torment…”
Just in time, she saw Yu Wei had an update. Qi Luo An clicked in without hesitation, planning to eat something palatable first. Compared to Qi Yuan’s upsetting stuff, what Yu Wei wrote was simply a masterpiece.
Shen Yutong had no interest in web novels; she put on headphones immersed in music, repeatedly listening to that AI-sung “Peach Blossom Promise”.
Get familiar with it in advance; once exchanged, she could sing it directly. She was already studying her future representative work.
But Shen Yutong had only listened a short while when Qi Luo An reached over to interrupt her, holding her mobile phone over for her to see.
“Look, good stuff.”
What thing? Can’t see clearly…
Shen Yutong took off her headphones and leaned in to look. Nothing to say about people using such flashy reading themes.
[When singing “left hand pinching a flower, right hand dancing with a sword,” the melody gradually climbs.
Her fingers tremble lightly with the rhythm, brows slightly furrowed, as if ten thousand years of snow really falls on her shoulders.
Suddenly, an extremely penetrating high note bursts out like a sword unsheathed “a drop of tear ahhhh——”.
The audience seats instantly erupt in scattered gasps; some suddenly cover their mouths, others subconsciously grab the arms of those beside them.]
Seeing this, Shen Yutong was stunned. What was this, Yu Wei’s new song? It looked like a high note work?
That needed a good look.
The two made eye contact and continued reading. When they saw the novel’s main text with continuous super high notes spanning three octaves, they clearly froze.
Real or fake? Yu Wei actually wrote such a high note work. Isn’t it a fake competition? Beating whom so ruthlessly?
“This match is Xiang Huai Xue versus native AI.”
Qi Luo An paused; this “Left Hand Points to the Moon” was sung by the native character. From the description in the text, the singing difficulty was still very high.
How did Senior Xiang Huai Xue offend Yu Wei? Such a ruthless opponent matchup?
Readers’ novelty toward AI singing had almost faded, but seeing the high note song, they couldn’t help being a bit curious about it.
Yu Wei’s second chapter wasn’t out yet, nor was the competition video uploaded. Readers seeing this felt a bit itchy; making them wait so long? Bad listening means report.
From Qi Luo An’s understanding of Yu Wei, he was probably casually producing AI songs with technical staff right now, so she didn’t ask more, just waiting to listen later.
She was internal staff; she could hear it in advance…
Before the novel updated, Qi Luo An received two videos, asking her to help post short videos later.
Qi Luo An was experienced with this, but today she had to listen first before posting. She was really curious about this song.
The scene was as monotonous as ever, but the song grabbed Qi Luo An’s attention right away. Could AI’s voice be this beautiful?
“Left hand grasps the earth
Right hand grasps the sky
Palm lines crack with flashes of lightning in the ten directions.”
The AI’s voice had some electronic sound, but the ethereal and penetrating timbre pierced through the screen, giving her quite a shock.
These grand images in the lyrics stunned her; right hand heaven, left hand earth—truly some domineering aura leaking.
When hearing “left hand pinching a flower, right hand dancing with a sword, ten thousand years of snow falls between the brows,” a stunningly beautiful scroll seemed to unfold before her eyes.
An ancient-costumed woman with flowing hair, one hand pinching a flower, one hand dancing with a sword, ten-thousand-year accumulated snow falling between her brows.
These lines not only had strong sense of imagery but also quite some artistic conception; felt like the type Yu Tong would like…
While she was still letting her thoughts wander, the song quietly reached the climax part, the AI’s voice continuously climbing.
“A drop of tear ahhhh
That is my ahhhh.”
Those continuous high note “ahhhh”s soared straight to the clouds, making Qi Luo An’s spine tingle and goosebumps rise all over her body.
Coming for real?
This song not only spanned three octaves from lowest note to highest note but also fused opera and bel canto soprano singing methods.
AI was very suitable for this kind of pure show off skills song with no emotion; the slightly electronic singing left her stunned.
Qi Luo An considered herself fairly good at high notes, but this segment—she really couldn’t do it directly; she’d need to practice first at least.
Yet this was merely the beginning; the high note sections in this song weren’t just this one but repeated many times.
Repeated high notes—who could handle that? If challenging segments, she could try, but singing the whole song would make her throat smoke?
But Qi Luo An soon realized something: Yu Wei’s AI songs were all processed from human voices, meaning this kid probably sang it himself…
Pure show off skills. Though she teased a couple lines, she was used to it; Yu Wei’s singing skill was beyond doubt—she’d seen it with her own eyes.
Qi Luo An also listened to Xiang Huai Xue’s concert video; this one was also a show off skills type, choosing a very difficult music work.
Since “Enthusiastic Praise Top Streamer” started, there were few such high quality matchups. Though human vs machine, all technique no emotion—enough to satisfy everyone’s ears.
“Is Yu Wei’s AI technology getting more mature? I don’t feel any sense of discrepancy with this song.”
“One step closer to AI ruling the entertainment industry. Did Yu Wei lure people over?”
“Not really; AI is still that AI. It’s just this song emphasizes technique over emotional expression. High note zone F5-B5 pursues pitch extremes, weakening emotional conveyance—this is instead AI’s comfort zone.”
The comment section still had knowledgeable people. Technique was what AI singing masters excelled at; this song was typically “difficult for difficulty’s sake,” so Yu Wei brought it out.
“Left Hand Points to the Moon”‘s pros and cons were obvious: advantage in breakthrough sound range design, but the disadvantage was there too.
Overly high sound range made this song’s spread very low; covers were more like a challenge than interpretation of the song.
No need for all-around analysis of such heavy technique light connotation songs; as long as it’s difficult enough, it achieves the desired effect.
Wonder how Xiang Huai Xue feels about it; does this song suit his taste, meet her song selection needs?
Of course, premise is she can win…
“Feels hard to win.”
Qi Luo An listened two more times, feeling more and more that AI was terrifying.
Compared to emotional singing, AI was roadside trash, but in singing technique, AI’s strength was terrifying—it even wouldn’t make mistakes.
Moreover, this song had first-mover advantage; Xiang Huai Xue’s song was just a cover classic—probably not many would buy it.
While Qi Luo An was pondering the competition’s victory or defeat, a sudden call startled her. Seeing the caller ID, she was even more confused: call from the Music Blind Box program team.
Why call her when idle? Freeloading so many tickets, coming to receive money?
No way, just ten or so…
“This is Qi Luo An.”
The staff was professionally skilled, immediately explaining the purpose: Music Blind Box finale last two episodes, all previous civilian contestants would return.
Qi Luo An was from the first episode, naturally included in the invitation.
“So generous?”
Ten episodes filmed, forty civilian guests all invited back—quite some effort.
This was just the program team’s idea; with so many people, some couldn’t make it or had their own matters, but most could be invited back.
Especially those contestants who left deep impressions on the audience; Qi Luo An was one, plus her recent scandal with Yu Wei boiling over…
Popularity right there; others could skip, but she must be invited.
“Tell me more.”
Yu Wei’s program, Qi Luo An would still support it, but that didn’t stop her from inquiring about the specific program process.
“Here’s the thing: we’ll have a few guests draw another from their past blind boxes, becoming blind box close friend. Episode eleven is the guest and this close friend doing a chorus.”
“Episode twelve finale is the guest and all their blind box civilians doing a grand group chorus.”
Qi Luo An perked up; sounded pretty interesting. They’d all been blind boxes once; this time blind box drawing blind box—box within a box.
The program’s last episode all singing together also had a beginning and end, full of sentiment, but Qi Luo An preferred this second-to-last episode more.
Blind box close friend… interesting…
Meaning, she had a chance to chorus with Yu Wei again?
Ten episodes, Yu Wei recorded eight, meaning eight guests; she had one-eighth probability of being redrawn by him.
If she told Yu Wei in advance which blind box she was, couldn’t he 100% draw her?
Qi Luo An quickly dismissed this thought; where’s the fun then? At a time like this, better bet on their tacit understanding.
This kid better accurately draw her without mistake, or he’d have juice to eat…
