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In the activity room.

Everyone froze, staring at Fang Yu in disbelief.

If a normal person could write a poem called "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales," they would have something to brag about for the rest of their life.

After retiring, I won't even have to struggle with the title of my memoir.

The Story I Have to Tell About a National-Level Theme Song

And now this kid casually says he has another one in his hand?

"cough."

Old Zhou was the first to come to his senses.

He coughed lightly and forced a smile at Fang Yu, but it looked rather forced.

"Xiao Fang, it's a good thing that young people have creative enthusiasm."

"When inspiration strikes, there's no stopping it!"

He first made a statement of affirmation, then changed the subject.

"However, one must eat one bite at a time, and walk one step at a time."

"The quality of 'Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth' is already top-notch."

"Your most important task right now is to get the recording, arrangement, and vocal details all done well."

As for the ending theme song...

Old Zhou raised his hand and patted his chest.

"That's something our preparatory team should be worried about."

"Don't worry about it."

These words were spoken so tactfully and considerately.

In essence, it's just one sentence.

Young man, know when to quit while you're ahead.

Don't think you have four twos in your pocket just because you've just pulled out a royal flush.

It wasn't that they didn't believe in Fang Yu's talent.

This is absolutely outrageous.

From the moment an idea for a song appears, to the final draft, and then to the final melody, arrangement, and performance, it all takes time to mature.

Works of the caliber of "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" are extremely rare and hard to come by.

You just finished writing one, and another one comes right away?

Do you really think national-level theme songs are as common as cabbages, sold wholesale in bundles?

Tang Huaiyuan nodded in agreement.

"Old Zhou is right."

"Xiao Fang, you've given us a huge surprise today."

"This song, 'Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth,' is enough for you to gain a foothold in the Chinese music scene."

He paused, then spoke earnestly.

"It's understandable that young people are eager to make a name for themselves."

"But this is a CCTV documentary project, not a personal showcase."

"Leave the end credits song to us."

You don't need to force yourself.

Another literary consultant chimed in.

"Yes, Xiao Fang."

"You've done enough, really enough."

"We old folks will figure out the rest."

The experts each offered their opinions.

On the surface, it was meant to comfort Fang Yu, but in reality, it was a subtle way of persuading him to back down.

Don't say the expert panel didn't believe it.

Even Liu Yifei and Xiao Zhang, who were standing at the door, were caught off guard by Fang Yu's words.

Xiao Zhang huddled in the corner, trying to minimize his presence.

This has nothing to do with him.

Last time, when he said "I finished writing in ten minutes," at least he was forcing himself to relay Fang Yu's words.

This time it's different.

Fang Yu threw out the bomb himself in front of the expert group.

If things really go wrong, don't try to blame your assistant!

Liu Yifei stood by the door, frantically giving Fang Yu meaningful glances.

The meaning is clear.

That's enough, let's stop while we're ahead.

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" is already a masterpiece. If you were to sing another one that's terrible, it would ruin all the good impression you made before!

But Fang Yu didn't even look at her.

He seemed completely oblivious to the unspoken meaning in Lao Zhou's words.

He even raised his left hand and stared intently at his bare wrist for several seconds.

"Wow, time really flies."

Fang Yu frowned, looking deep in thought.

"But judging from my perspective, it's still a while before the cafeteria opens, isn't it?"

Everyone: "..."

There's still a while, damn it!

Old Zhou subconsciously turned his head to look at the clock on the wall.

11:50.

The braised pork in the cafeteria is almost gone!

Also, your wrist is completely bare, without even a red string.

What are you staring at there?!

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, Fang Yu continued speaking to himself:

"Anyway, I'm just idling around."

"Why don't we listen to it again?"

He casually placed his hand on the piano.

"Consider it an appetizer before the meal."

"It'll be quick, it won't take up more than a few minutes."

Old Zhou opened his mouth, but was completely speechless.

Forget it.

Young people won't turn back until they hit a wall.

Let him play.

It only takes a few minutes anyway.

"Fine, fine, you play it!"

He waved his hand, looking resigned.

"I'd like to hear what tricks you have up your sleeve today!"

He had already made up his mind.

No matter what Fang Yu plays later, he will symbolically clap twice to save face for the young man.

Then, he immediately led the team to the cafeteria.

The other experts clearly shared the same idea.

One by one, everyone found a place to sit down, picked up their tea which had long since gone cold, and adopted an attitude of listening attentively.

But his expression, no matter how you looked at it, revealed a perfunctory attitude.

Fang Yu didn't mind at all.

However, he did not play the piano immediately.

He glanced around at the uninterested experts and slowly began to speak:

"Before we begin, I need to explain something."

Old Zhou raised his eyelids.

coming.

They've gone too far with their boasting; they're preparing to make amends in advance.

Fang Yu stopped joking and became serious.

"I won't be able to perform the next song properly."

"In fact, the effect of my singing may not even reach half of the charm of the song itself."

These words only confused everyone more.

Can't you sing the songs you wrote well?

What kind of logic is this?

A music consultant couldn't help but ask:

Why?

"Is the vocal range too high? Or is the technique too difficult?"

Fang Yu shook his head.

He did not answer immediately.

Instead, his gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the doorway.

Liu Yifei remained standing there obediently.

She held his coat in her arms, quiet and peaceful, as beautiful as a painting.

Their eyes met across half the activity room.

Fang Yu's nonchalant expression faded, and his voice softened considerably.

"Because this song must be sung by a female voice."

"It must be sung with a voice that can tear a hole of light in the darkness with the gentlest force."

A female voice?

Everyone was stunned.

Tang Huaiyuan couldn't help but ask:

"So, you're not planning to handle the entire opening and closing credits by yourself?"

"Of course not."

Fang Yu laughed.

He continued to look at Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei, standing at the door, slowly opened her eyes wide.

A very ominous premonition arose in her heart.

and many more.

This guy wouldn't...

Fang Yu pointed at her, his tone frank and matter-of-fact.

"Dear teachers."

"You guys don't really think I took my girlfriend to the Forbidden City for inspiration..."

"It's just for fun, right?"