Reborn as a comedic artist

This voice, compared to deliberate imitation, is somewhat special when it returns to its origin...!

If Cheng Ming's voice is that of a wanderer who has experienced many vicissitudes and is full of stories, it carries a sense of detachment and deep affection as if he has seen through the ways of the world.

Wang Shuo's voice at that moment was like an unpolished gem, clean and mellow, with a delicate and youthful quality that was completely different from his rugged appearance.

Although his technique was slightly inferior to Cheng Ming's due to a lack of proficiency, and he even occasionally showed signs of breathlessness, his natural timbre was simply cheating...!

Every word he uttered, every change in his breath, was precise, yet there was no trace of artifice; it was all emotion.

"I hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the station..."

Wang Shuo's voice lingered in the low register, like a whisper in your ear, instantly drawing you into that scene—

A young man carrying a backpack stands in front of the train station in his hometown. He feels apprehensive about returning home and looks at the familiar streets, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

If we disregard Cheng Ming's overpowered abilities, Wang Shuo in this version is definitely a numerical monster.

The shock in Gu Xiao's eyes gradually faded, replaced by an almost fanatical focus.

As a professional pianist, she knew all too well the devastating power of this tone.

Her originally elegant posture involuntarily leaned forward, and her hands struck the piano keys with even more force, her emotions building layer by layer with the singing.

A satisfied Cheng Ming played even harder.

The drumsticks in his hands were so dense that it seemed to be pushing Wang Shuo upwards, forcing him to break through that physiological limit.

"When I first came to know this world, I lingered there, captivated by everything, the horizon seeming right before my eyes..."

The chorus is coming!

Wang Shuo, who had kept his eyes tightly closed, suddenly opened them. The veins on his neck bulged slightly, and his usually jovial round face now showed an unprecedented ferocity and determination.

A fire seemed to truly ignite in those large eyes—a fire of discontent with mediocrity, a roar against the passing of youth.

"I'd be willing to go through fire and water to experience it!"

boom!

That shout, the high note was like an arrow piercing the clouds, soaring straight into the sky!

There was no distortion, no strain, only a cathartic release. That sense of power penetrated the microphone and exploded throughout the spacious studio.

Wang Shuo switched effortlessly between his true and falsetto voices, his large body seemingly transforming into a giant resonating chamber, instantly pushing the song's emotions to a climax.

It's a feeling of discontent with youth, a yearning for the future, and a sense of letting go of the past.

"In the name of love, are you still willing...?"

As the last note faded, Wang Shuo's voice slowly subsided, trembling slightly, yet landing steadily on that note.

The last notes of the piano slowly dissipated in the air.

The drumbeats abruptly stopped, and the last lingering sound of the gong trembled in the silence.

.......

The studio fell into a deathly silence.

The only sound was Wang Shuo's heavy breathing, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his round chin onto the floor, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, like a general who had just won a battle.

"Cool.......!"

Wang Shuo suddenly clenched his fist, breaking the silence.

"That was fucking awesome! Lao Cheng, your lyrics are amazing...! I feel like I just saw my younger self... no, I saw my youth, that running in the sunset, that's my lost youth...!"

He slumped into the chair, his imposing aura that had just intimidated everyone instantly crumbling, and he reverted to being the same joking, fat man.

Gu Xiao slowly withdrew her hand and turned to look at Wang Shuo.

For the first time, her eyes no longer held the usual scrutiny of a "comedian," but only pure appreciation, even mixed with a hint of barely perceptible envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Everyone says that fat people are potential stars. Is this what they call talent?

Despite lacking long-term professional training and appearing unserious, he shines brightly as long as you give him a microphone; no wonder Cheng Ming is so confident.

Cheng Ming and Wang Shuo are truly two geniuses who genuinely appreciate each other.

This was unbearable for her, a music student who had diligently practiced her piano skills since childhood, spending several hours every day without fail...

Cheng Ming put down his drumsticks, casually shook his slightly sore wrists, walked up to Wang Shuo, and took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, handing it to him.

"Fatty, that's really good. Such an effect after just a small test. Looks like your protagonist dreams weren't for nothing. You'll be able to easily handle those little devils later..."

"Hehe, that's right, you don't even know who I am. It's mainly because you guys coordinated so well... and your song arrangement is great too...! It made me so passionate, it gave me goosebumps."

Wang Shuo took the tissue and wiped the sweat off his face haphazardly, grinning foolishly, looking just like a landlord's silly son.

"I'm not saying anything more. Once I've mastered this song, not only will my daily life be amazing, but even the vast majority of netizens will call me a 'God of Song,' an artist...!"

"Alright, stop joking around."

Cheng Ming glanced at the clock on the wall and ruthlessly interrupted his self-absorption.

"Although it was just a sound test, the effect was good, but there were also quite a few flaws."

"You started the second line of the chorus half a beat too early, and your breathing was too loud, like a bellows. You need to work on the stability of your breath and the smoothness of your transitions..."

Wang Shuo's smile froze for a moment, then he said with a bitter face, "Old Cheng, you're too strict. This is the first time I've ever sung the whole version."

"It's precisely because you sang like this on your first try that we need to be even stricter with you," Cheng Ming said seriously, his tone devoid of any joking tone.

"Although Takahashi values ​​money, he values ​​the quality of the work even more. Since we are going to take someone else's song, write lyrics, and cover it, and make it a hit during graduation season, it can't just be 'good to listen to'. I want it to be 'shocking'."

He turned to look at Gu Xiao:

"Next, let's cooperate and record a demo to send to Xiao Rizi so that we can finalize the copyright issue."

Once we get the copyright, we need to polish this song completely! Gu Xiao, could you elaborate on the arrangement of the instrumental later? I'm about to do a duet with Shuo-ge here...

"no problem……"

Gu Xiao nodded, her fingers quickly swiping across the tablet, adjusting the few flaws she had just recorded.

"A chorus? Old Cheng, you're going to perform yourself?"

Wang Shuo's eyes lit up, and the fatigue he had felt earlier vanished instantly: "Come on, let me see what the combined power of our swords is like!"

Cheng Ming didn't waste any time. He set up the microphone in front of the drum kit and adjusted it to a suitable angle.

"For the second take, record directly. Pay attention to my air intake. I'll give you higher notes in the chorus, so just push your voice up. If you crack, it's on me."

Cheng Ming's voice was soft, yet it carried a reassuring certainty.

"Alright! With you saying that, I'd dare to crack open your skull!" Wang Shuo chuckled and put his headphones back on.

Gu Xiao took a deep breath, her fingers hovering above the piano keys.

"Three, two, one, go...!"

The music resumed.

This time, as soon as the intro ended, Cheng Ming's drumbeats smoothly entered the room, and as Wang Shuo took the lead in singing, Cheng Ming's voice seamlessly followed.

The two voices intertwined, one high and one low, one pure and one weathered, creating a unique feeling.

.........