After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

In the world of music, it is often the most difficult thing to do to make something simple reach its ultimate level.

Too simple and it becomes mediocre; too complex and it loses its purity.

But the prelude to "Sunny Day" is exceptional.

The mere arpeggios of the guitar seemed to possess a magical power that transcended time and space, instantly pulling the noisy studio back to that summer filled with the chirping of cicadas and dappled sunlight.

In Lin Zhixing's previous life, this song came from the divine album "Ye Huimei".

That was a masterpiece in the Chinese music scene, sweeping major awards and setting a record for the highest number of comments on a certain music platform. It has dominated the hot song charts for many years and is a well-deserved "memory killer of youth".

The intro lasts a full thirty seconds.

If it were any other song, such a long intro would probably have made the audience lose patience long ago.

But those thirty seconds were like a time machine, rewinding little by little, building up to the scene bit by bit.

As other instruments quietly join in, the deep bass and the light drumbeats instantly create a full atmosphere.

Although people in this world may not have heard of it, that does not prevent the charm of classics from transcending time and space and touching people's hearts.

Lin Zhixing lowered his head slightly and slowly began to speak as the prelude ended.

"The little yellow flower of the story has been drifting since the year it was born."

"The swing from my childhood still sways with me to this day."

"Re So So Si Do Si La, So La Si Si Si Si La Si La So..."

These words silenced the entire room instantly.

Lin Zhixing's voice was soft and gentle, with a unique languidness and magnetism, as if he were gently telling a story in my ear.

This is completely different from the sense of devastation he felt when singing "The Lone Warrior" and the poignant beauty he conveyed when singing "The Red-Haired Girl".

"Oh my god, his voice is so beautiful..." A girl in the front row couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim softly.

"Why do I feel like... his voice has changed? It sounds even better than before?" His companion next to him also looked puzzled.

That overwhelming youthful energy, that sense of nostalgia tinged with a touch of naivety and regret, instantly struck a chord with everyone.

Who hasn't had a youth?

Who hasn't blushed during that summer when they secretly glanced at someone on the playground?

Who hasn't written and torn up a love letter that was never sent?

"Playing the prelude and gazing at the sky, I recall flower petals trying to fall."

Lin Zhixing closed his eyes slightly, his fingers gently sweeping across the strings, each note seeming to touch the softest part of people's hearts.

"The day I skipped class for you, the day the flowers fell."

"Why can't I see that classroom?"

"I wish I could relive those rainy days that have disappeared."

When these lines of parallelism were sung, many young audience members were immediately captivated.

That's incredibly detailed!

The lyrics are so specific!

Skipping class, rainy days, classrooms... these images instantly paint vivid pictures, allowing everyone to find their own reflection in the song, to find that silly self they once were.

"Waaaaah... I remembered my high school deskmate..."

"These lyrics... they're killing me! Why do they have to remind me of that afternoon when I'd get called on if I didn't skip class?!"

"It's so good! It's really good! It's not explosive, but it's so captivating! Every word goes right into your heart!"

"Damn it, who allowed him to write so well? I've been out of school for ten years, why am I still being tortured like this?"

On the mentor's seat.

Li Ge's fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the armrest in rhythm.

"This kid... he's got some skills."

He whispered to Shen Ming beside him, "This kind of song looks simple, but it's actually the hardest to write. To capture that feeling, that sense of regret without being pretentious, is extremely difficult."

Han Xuening also looked gentle, resting her chin on her hand with a slightly dreamy gaze, "Yes, listening to this song makes me feel younger."

Shen Ming pushed up his glasses. "This is what a high-class love song is. It doesn't preach grand principles or cry about life and death; it just talks about those little things, those little things we've all experienced."

Ye Lan, who was in the center position, was more sensitive to the situation than the others.

She was all too familiar with Lin Zhixing's voice.

During those days of grueling training in the recording studio, she listened to it countless times.

At that time, Lin Zhixing's voice was pleasant to listen to, but it relied more on technique; the inherent texture of his tone had not yet fully emerged.

But now... things have changed.

It has become more transparent and textured, and its unique timbre is much more distinctive than before!

"Don't you guys feel it...?"

Han Xuening couldn't help but turn to Shen Ming and say, "His voice sounds different?"

Shen Ming nodded emphatically: "It's even more charming now. Although your voice was powerful before, it was a little dry. Now your voice is much smoother and more pleasant to listen to."

Brother Li exclaimed, "That voice is amazing. That languid tone is so hard to capture. In his current state, he's practically a walking CD player."

Not only the mentors, but the audience's feelings are even more direct and intense.

"It sounds great!"

"That's awesome!"

"I love him to death!"

"Me too!"

Holy crap! That was amazing!

"That voice is so soothing! My ears are pregnant!"

"Did Brother Lin grow up eating CDs? He sounds even better than before!"

"Ahhh! My girlish heart! This deep voice is killing me!"

"Is this really Lin Zhixing? Or has he been replaced? He's so gentle! Can't this gentleness just be welded onto him?!"

Back-end monitoring room.

Director Xia Xue stared at the monitor, watching Lin Zhixing's performance.

"Quick! Get more close-ups!"

She shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Close-up of the hands! Close-up of the profile! Especially that look in their eyes, that look of regret, you have to capture it!"

on the stage.

The song has entered its chorus.

Lin Zhixing raised his voice slightly and spoke faster, but still maintained that languid and restrained manner.

"On this windy day, I tried holding your hand."

But then, the rain gradually grew so heavy that I could no longer see you.

How much longer until I can be by your side?

"I think I'll feel better when the weather clears up."

The moment those lyrics were sung, the atmosphere in the venue reached its peak.

The helplessness of unrequited love, the desolation washed away by the rain, overwhelmed everyone like a tide.

Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a very long time.

But then, the wind gradually blew the distance much farther.

"Finally, I can love you for one more day."

"But in the end, it seems you still said goodbye."

When he sang the last line, "Bye-bye," Lin Zhixing's voice trembled slightly.

That's a real regret.

Although the song is called "Sunny Day," the entire lyrics are about rain.

"The disappearing rainy day", "The rain grew so heavy that I could no longer see you", "The wind gradually blew the distance so far away"...

This isn't a sunny day at all; it's more like the endless rain in the heart of every heartbroken person!

The so-called "sunny day" is nothing more than the past that can never be returned to, and the future that is only longed for, but never the present.

This contrast, this technique of depicting sorrow through joyful scenes, is absolutely heart-wrenching.

Backstage.

Preparation zone.

Jiang Mubai stared at the screen, his expression complex.

I don't know what to say for a moment; there are so many clever ideas in this song.

"We lost..."

He muttered to himself, "This song... is too unfair."

This is no longer a contest of skills; it's a crushing defeat of the work, a brutal blow to youth.

Gu Qingzhou closed her eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and listened quietly.

His fingers tapped a rhythm lightly on his knees, and he hummed along silently.

As a singer, he knew all too well the power of this song.

Kill those lost youths, kill those unspoken loves.

Zhang Xianyu was completely stunned.

The song ended.

Lin Zhixing strummed the strings one last time, the lingering sound echoing softly.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the audience.

The audience was somewhat quiet, seemingly still in shock.

Lin Zhixing, holding his guitar, bowed deeply.

"Thanks."

"This song, 'Sunny Day,' is dedicated to everyone who is waiting for the sun to shine after a rainy day."

Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause erupted!

"Whoosh—!!!"

The audience began to shout in unison:

"Lin Zhixing!"

"Lin Zhixing!!"

"Lin Zhixing!!!"

"Champion! Champion! Champion!"