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Office of the Land of Light.

Yang Qian handed a contract to Su Xiaoran.

"Xiao Ran, this is the newly signed singer management contract. Please follow up on the relevant procedures and subsequent arrangements."

Su Xiaoran accepted the contract.

However, when she saw the signatory's personal information and the artwork demo in the attachment...

A hint of surprise still flashed across his eyes.

"Director Yang, this is..."

"Um."

Yang Qian nodded.

"From the Cherry Blossom Province?"

"right."

"And she's the producer of Hatsune Miku?"

"right."

Su Xiaoran's expression was somewhat subtle.

Of course she knew what "P主" meant.

A producer who creates songs using the Vocaloid software.

In the virtual singer community, talented producers often have more influence than the actual singers.

But how can a producer be directly signed as a live singer?

"Are all producers these days so multi-talented? They even managed to get noticed by Director Yang and become his exclusive singers?"

Su Xiaoran muttered to herself.

My gaze fell on that rather unusual stage name.

Haha (number 8).

In the real name field, it reads: Kenshi Yonezu.

She recalled the background checks conducted before the negotiations.

Kenshi Yonezu is somewhat well-known in the VOCALOID community for his unique musical style, lyrics, and highly distinctive music videos.

It has a group of loyal fans.

But in the mainstream music scene, he was a complete "amateur".

He has no physical records and no experience on music shows.

There are very few photos of her appearing in public, making her extremely mysterious.

Yang Qian leaned back in her chair.

"We chatted after meeting, and I felt he was a very thoughtful person."

He didn't say much.

But the image of that meeting is still etched in my mind.

three days ago.

The Guest Room of the Kingdom of Light.

When Yang Qian pushed open the door, a tall, thin young man was standing by the window, looking at the city skyline outside.

He was wearing a mask.

Her long bangs covered half of her face.

He exudes an aura that says "keep away".

"Mr. Yonezu?"

Yang Qian spoke.

The young man turned around.

He took off his mask.

A picture was revealed...

How should I put it? A very distinctive face.

"Teacher A-Guang."

"Thank you for agreeing to see me."

Yang Qian sat down on the sofa.

"Please sit down, no need to be polite."

Kenshi Yonezu hesitated for a moment before sitting down opposite him.

Yang Qian spoke.

"The Sand Planet is very good. Did you write the lyrics and compose the music yourself?"

"Yes."

Kenshi Yonezu lowered his head.

"All of them."

Kenshi Yonezu raised his head.

His eyes held a complex expression.

"I want to... join the Land of Light."

Yang Qian was somewhat surprised: "Don't you want to reconsider? Or perhaps you'd like to hear the specific terms?"

"No need."

Kenshi Yonezu shook his head.

"I've read all of Land of Light's works, from Puella Magi Madoka Magica to CLANNAD, and then to Ultraman Tiga..."

"I can feel the pure emotion in it and the desire to express something profound. This resonates with my music in some ways."

"I believe that the companies and leaders who create these works will understand and respect the creators."

Yang Qian looked at him.

Looked for a long time.

Then he smiled.

"Welcome to the Kingdom of Light."

Kenshi Yonezu was stunned.

"That's...that's it?"

"that's all."

Yang Qian stood up.

"However, there's one condition."

Kenshi Yonezu tensed up.

"What are the conditions?"

"Creative freedom is completely yours."

Yang Qian said.

"You'll get the highest percentage of the song's revenue."

"In addition, there is a no-responsibility salary every month."

"Even if you don't write a single song for a whole year, you'll still get paid."

Kenshi Yonezu was completely stunned.

"Teacher A-Guang..."

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But I found myself not knowing what to say.

Yang Qian smiled when she saw his expression.

"What? You think it's not enough?"

"No, no, no!"

Kenshi Yonezu waved his hands repeatedly.

"I just... didn't expect..."

"What didn't you think of?"

"I didn't expect you to be so...respectful to creators."

He lowered his head.

His voice was slightly choked up.

"In the Sakura Prefecture, producers always work behind the scenes."

"The songs we write are for our idols to sing; all we get is a buyout fee."

"A song costs a few thousand yuan, and then it's over for us."

"No one has ever... offered me such a deal before."

Yang Qian remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he walked over.

He patted Kenshi Yonezu on the shoulder.

"In the Land of Light, creators are at the core."

He said.

"Your song is worth the price."

Kenshi Yonezu raised his head.

Her eyes were a little red.

"Teacher A-Guang..."

He took a deep breath.

"I promise... I promise I won't let you down."

Then, he remembered something.

He took out a handwritten sheet music from his bag.

"This is a song I recently wrote."

His voice sounded a little nervous.

"You...you take a look?"

Yang Qian took the sheet music.

I glanced at the title—

Lemon.

He froze for a moment.

Then, continue reading.

lyrics.

melody.

Arrangement notes.

He turned the pages one by one.

The more I looked, the more silent I became.

Kenshi Yonezu stood beside him, his palms sweating with nervousness.

He knew the significance of this song.

This is his most satisfying work to date.

But it was also a song he wasn't sure about.

It doesn't sound like a "pop song" at all.

What if Teacher A-Guang doesn't like it...?

"Master Xuan."

Yang Qian suddenly spoke.

Kenshi Yonezu's heart tightened.

"yes!"

When do you plan to release this song?

Kenshi Yonezu was stunned.

"what?"

"I'm asking you, when do you plan to release the song?"

Yang Qian looked up at him.

Kenshi Yonezu's mind went blank for two seconds.

Then, he realized what was happening.

"You...you think this is okay?"

"Very mature."

Yang Qian nodded.

"It can be released to the public directly now."

Kenshi Yonezu's heart skipped a beat.

But soon, he remembered something else.

"But……"

"But what?"

"We haven't found a suitable singer yet."

He lowered his head.

"I've written many versions of this song."

"I've sung for Hatsune Miku, and tried it for other singers, but it just doesn't feel right."

"Just one breath away."

"What's missing is... something that can truly move people."

Yang Qian looked at him.

Looked for a long time.

Then he asked a question:

"Why don't you go and do it yourself?"

Kenshi Yonezu was stunned.

"I?"

Yes, you.

Yang Qian leaned back in her chair.

"You wrote this song, you wrote the lyrics, you wrote the melody, you wrote the arrangement."

"No one understands this song better than you."

"Why not let you sing it?"

Kenshi Yonezu fell silent.

He had never considered this possibility.

In the industry rules of the Sakura Province, a producer is a producer, and a singer is a singer.

The boundaries are clearly defined.

Those who overstep their boundaries are often seen as "not doing their proper job".

"But... I've never sung a song."

He said in a low voice.

"Never sung this before?"

"I've sung it, but only in the recording studio, for myself."

"That settles it then."

Yang Qian smiled.

"What's the difference between listening to yourself and listening to others?"

"The difference is huge..."

No, there's no difference.

Yang Qian interrupted him.

What was on your mind when you wrote this song?

Kenshi Yonezu thought for a moment.

"What I'm thinking about is... loss."

"What have you lost?"

"Losing...someone important to me."

His voice was very soft.

"That feeling. That feeling that no matter how hard you try, you can never go back."

I want to write it down.

Yang Qian nodded.

"That's right."

He stood up.

"The soul of this song resides within your heart."

"No one can sing it for you."

"Only yourself."

Kenshi Yonezu raised his head.

He looked at Yang Qian.

The man stood by the window, backlit, so his expression was obscured.

But his voice was firm.

"I trust you."

"Also trust your intuition."

"You will be an excellent singer."

Kenshi Yonezu's eyes reddened again.

He lowered his head.

Take a deep breath.

Then, nod vigorously.

"it is good."

"I'll give it a try."