Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Liu Yunshu twirled the pinky ring on her finger, a playful smile appearing in her eyes:

"It is said that a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier."

"A manager who doesn't want to be a boss isn't a good manager."

She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling traffic below, her dark brown and silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"Moreover, I can only feel at ease if the people I bring are under my watchful eye."

Lin Qin put down her coffee cup and shook her head helplessly:

"I really don't understand you. But it's fine, I'll keep an eye on the company, you can just go play your 'raising game'."

She paused, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, "Tell me, which one have you taken a fancy to? I'll pave the way for you."

"Lu Xingchen," Liu Yunshu began, her tone calm yet firm, "and Shen Hanzhou and Gu Yanqing, those three."

Lin Qin raised an eyebrow at her, looking at her teasingly, "Three? Can your body handle that?"

Liu Yunshu turned around, the pinky ring on her finger scraping against the windowsill with a soft, cold sound, and the smile in her eyes widened.

"What? You look down on me?"

Lin Qin was amused by the determined glint in her eyes and raised her hands in surrender.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare question President Liu's fighting prowess."

She tapped the tabletop with her fingertip.

"Lu Xingchen is within the company, and I can directly transfer his agency contract to your name, but he hasn't been doing so well lately."

"Missing?" Liu Yunshu turned around, grabbed her suit jacket from the back of the chair, her silver-white dyed hair sweeping over her shoulders. "Where is she? I'll go check."

"In the recording studio," Lin Qin added.

"He's been stuck all afternoon, and he just can't get the hang of the chorus. His team advised him to take a break, but he's just pushing himself."

A hint of interest flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes. She hooked her fingertips around the shoulder of her suit jacket and casually draped it over her shoulders. "Let's go."

She walked straight to the elevator in her high heels, her dark brown and silver hair swaying behind her, and the delicate chain around her waist swaying with her steps.

The corridor outside the recording studio was quiet, with only intermittent singing coming from inside, sounding noticeably strained and tired.

Liu Yunshu raised her hand and pushed open the slightly ajar door, nodding to signal the staff waiting at the door to be quiet.

In the recording studio, Lu Xingchen wore monitoring headphones, his fingertips unconsciously fidgeting with the microphone stand, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He had just reached the climax of the chorus when his voice suddenly stopped, revealing a hint of unmistakable hoarseness.

He then sighed heavily, took off his headphones, and slammed them onto the mixing console.

"Fine, let's do it again."

His voice was filled with a deep sense of frustration, and his eyes were bloodshot.

A light layer of bluish stubble had even sprouted on his chin, completely unlike his usual docile and clean appearance in front of the camera.

The sound engineer hesitated for a moment, but eventually pressed the record button.

Liu Yunshu leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching him.

The boy was wearing a loose black hoodie with the brim pulled low, but it couldn't hide his taut shoulders and the anxiety emanating from him.

When the chorus started again, he deliberately raised his voice.

But because of his unstable breathing, the moment his voice cracked, he clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"stop!"

Liu Yunshu finally spoke, her clear, cool voice breaking the monotony of the recording studio.

Lu Xingchen froze, turned around abruptly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes when he saw the figure at the door.

He instinctively tried to pull his hat brim down even lower: "President Liu? What brings you here?"

Liu Yunshu walked in, her footsteps echoing clearly in the enclosed space, her high heels making them particularly distinct.

She walked to the mixing console, her fingertips casually tracing the control panel before her gaze fell on the audio tracks on the screen: "What are they singing?"

Her tone was calm, yet carried a hint of sharpness, causing Lu Xingchen's face to flush instantly. He lowered his head in shame, saying, "I'm sorry, I..."

An apology is useless.

Liu Yunshu interrupted him, raised her hand and pressed the replay button, and the stuttering song started again.

"The chorus needs to be powerful, not just shouted. If you hold all your emotions in your throat, your voice will be strained and your breath will be weak. How can you possibly sing well?"

She turned off the audio, turned to look at him, and her dark eyes reflected the boy's hesitant figure: "What are you afraid of?"

Lu Xingchen suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with confusion: "I didn't..."

"No?"

Liu Yunshu raised an eyebrow and gently tapped his chest with her fingertip.

"Your voice is trembling, your hand holding the microphone is shaking, even your breathing is frantic. Are you afraid of not meeting the company's requirements, or afraid of disappointing your fans?"

One sentence struck a nerve with Lu Xingchen. His lips moved a few times, but he ultimately lowered his eyelashes, his voice so low it was almost a mosquito's hum:

"I'm afraid... I'm not good enough for the top spot."

Since becoming an internet sensation, he has been overwhelmed by both expectations and doubts.

The comparisons with his seniors, the ridicule from haters, and the pressure from his team made him increasingly afraid to let go of himself. When singing, he was always thinking "I can't make a mistake," which made him more and more stiff.

Looking at the timidity in his eyes, Liu Yunshu rubbed her pinky ring between her fingers and suddenly chuckled, "Who told you that top celebrities can't make mistakes?"

She raised her hand, and surprisingly, instead of blaming him, she gently ruffled his soft hair.

"Lu Xingchen, your strength has never been perfection, but cleanliness and a sincerity that touches people's hearts."

"You're now wrapped up in a shell of 'you can't make mistakes,' afraid to even express your emotions. What's the difference between your singing and reciting lines?"

Her fingertips were slightly cool, yet her movements were unexpectedly gentle, gradually relaxing Lu Xingchen's tense body.

He looked up at her, a hint of grievance and dependence in his eyes: "But I..."

"No buts." Liu Yunshu withdrew her hand, turned and walked out of the recording studio. "Come with me."

Lu Xingchen paused for a moment, then subconsciously followed, "Where to?"

"Let me help you get into the swing of things."

Liu Yunshu turned her head, her eyes slanted upwards, and her gaze beneath the smoky gray eyeshadow held a hint of cunning.

"Staying in the recording studio all the time and working yourself to the bone will only make things more rigid."

Liu Yunshu drove Lu Xingchen to a secluded mountaintop.

The evening breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, wafted over, dispelling the stuffiness in the recording studio.

Liu Yunshu leaned against the car, twirling a pinky ring on her finger, gesturing for Lu Xingchen to stand at the edge of the cliff: "Shout it out."

Lu Xingchen froze, staring at the endless city lights below, his cheeks slightly flushed: "Shout... shout what?"

"Say whatever you want."

Liu Yunshu smiled, a sly glint in her eyes, "Shout out everything you've been holding in, everything you're afraid of, everything you're annoyed about."

The boy hesitated, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

His long-standing obedience and sensibility had made him accustomed to suppressing his emotions.

Seeing this, Liu Yunshu simply walked to his side, looked up at the night sky, and her clear voice suddenly rose, piercing the silence with penetrating power.

"Lu Xingchen, you don't need to be afraid of making mistakes!"

She turned her head to look at him, a sharp glint in her eyes: "Shout it out with me, don't hold back!"

Inspired by her boldness, Lu Xingchen took a deep breath and tried to open his mouth, but only managed to make a faint sound.

Liu Yunshu didn't urge him, but simply stood with him in the wind, her fingertips lightly tapping the roof of the car in a brisk rhythm.

After an unknown amount of time, as if finally breaking free of his shackles, he suddenly looked up and roared at the night sky:

"I don't want to be expected to be perfect anymore!"

With that final cry, the pent-up grievances and anxiety burst forth like a flood, and he clenched his fists, shouting again and again:

"I'm afraid of letting everyone down! I'm so tired! I just want to sing well!"

His voice went from hoarse to cheerful, from choked to relaxed, as the evening breeze carried his shouts away, also dispelling the gloom in his eyes.

Liu Yunshu watched him quietly until he was exhausted from shouting and gasping for breath while holding his knees, then she handed him a bottle of water.

"How are you feeling now?"

Lu Xingchen took the water, his fingertips still trembling slightly, but his eyes brightened considerably, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from them.

"I feel much better... much better."

Liu Yunshu smiled and reached out to brush away the sweaty stray hairs from his forehead.

"Singing, like shouting, is an outlet for emotions. You don't need to force yourself to be perfect, and you don't need to be afraid of disappointing anyone. Just sing out your most genuine feelings, and that's enough."

She turned on her phone, played the song that was stuck, and the melody flowed in the night breeze.

"Let's try again. This time, don't think about techniques or pitch. Just sing to the wind and to yourself."

Lu Xingchen closed his eyes, the evening breeze brushing past his ears, the exhilaration after shouting still surging in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and when he spoke, his voice was no longer tense, but had a clean and clear quality unique to young people.

The explosive power of the chorus is naturally revealed; it is not deliberately exaggerated, but it has a power that strikes straight to the heart.

The song echoed on the mountaintop, carrying a sense of relief and sincerity, more moving than any recording in the studio.

Liu Yunshu leaned against the car, her fingertips tapping lightly to the melody, a satisfied smile spreading across her eyes.

Once the puppy lets its guard down, it truly shines.

After finishing the song, Lu Xingchen opened his eyes, a relaxed smile on his face that he had never shown before, as if he had taken off a heavy mask.

"Sister Yunshu, I think I... am getting the hang of it."

"Hey! You guys are making a lot of noise!"

The sudden shout broke the silence on the mountaintop. Liu Yunshu raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction of the sound.

On the mountain road not far away, several sports cars drove up from a distance.

The lead car, a flashy bright yellow sports car, slowly came to a stop. The door opened, and Shen Hanzhou stepped out with one hand in his pocket.

The collar of her red racing suit remained open, and her stray hairs were ruffled by the evening breeze.

His eyes and brows held his usual arrogance and impatience, and he was followed by two laughing and joking friends.

"Howling like ghosts on the mountaintop in the middle of the night, don't you know you're disturbing the peace and quiet?"

He leaned against the car, his gaze lingering on Liu Yunshu for a moment, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes.

Then the sound fell on Lu Xingchen, and he sneered.

"Hey, isn't this the top-tier young heartthrob? What's wrong? You can't sing well, so you've come here to vent?"

Lu Xingchen's cheeks flushed, and he subconsciously shrank back behind Liu Yunshu, his relaxed emotions instantly tightening again.

Liu Yunshu took a step forward, subtly shielding Lu Xingchen behind her, the smile in her eyes fading slightly.

"Young Master Shen is certainly having a lot of free time, running off to the mountaintop for 'peace and quiet' in the middle of the night?"

Her tone was calm, yet it carried an inexplicable sense of pressure, making Shen Hanzhou inexplicably uncomfortable.

He took two steps forward, getting closer to Liu Yunshu, and looked down at her.

"What? Do you own this mountaintop? You think you can just come and go as you please?"

Liu Yunshu moved closer to him, her deep eyes fixed on him, and she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"So, do you own this mountaintop?"

Shen Hanzhou was speechless after being retorted, and his condescending gaze swept over her face, which was so close to his.

She was looking up at him, but she showed no sign of weakness; instead, she exuded a provocative charm.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. This woman... is quite something!