Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Shen Weimin quickly went through the options in his mind and finally came up with a solution that would satisfy both sides.

"How about this?"

He looked up, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Fang Yu and Li Mei.

"Seeing is believing, let's try it out in person."

"Let's sing that line from before—'Let's have a final chat in Changyin Pavilion.'"

"You two, each sing it once a cappella."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fang Yu again.

"Xiao Fang, if your version is indeed more in line with 'The Light,' the project team will adopt yours."

"But if after you finish singing you feel there's a gap, then listen to the project team's professional arrangements."

"At that time, there can be no further objections."

"How is it?"

This method is fair.

It gave the original author enough face, and it didn't make a joke about a national key project.

"I think it's a good idea!"

Old Zhou and Tang Huaiyuan were the first to nod.

"Don't just talk the talk, sing it live the most direct way."

"Let's see what they're made of!"

Li Mei, naturally, wasn't intimidated and nodded with a smile.

"I have no objection, I'll follow Director Shen's arrangements."

"Okay," Fang Yu agreed even more readily.

Sitting next to her, Liu Yifei was already struggling to process what was happening.

In the short time it takes to eat a meal, things took several unexpected turns.

First, they assessed whether she was qualified to audition, and then they got stuck on her Peking Opera singing style.

Finally, a renowned expert appeared out of nowhere, and it seemed like the last difficult problem was about to be solved, but then Fang Yu said something that turned the working lunch into a live competition.

"Teacher Li, would you like to go first?" Shen Weimin gestured with his hand.

"it is good."

Li Mei nodded slightly.

She didn't clear her throat deliberately, nor did she strike any pose; she simply stood there quietly.

But his entire demeanor had changed; he had firmly established the aura of a master.

Li Mei didn't look at anyone; her gaze was fixed on a point in the void. Her shoulders and neck completely relaxed, and she took a gentle breath.

There were no gongs or drums, no stringed instruments.

next second.

Her clear, melodious, and graceful singing voice flowed from her lips.

"In the Changyin Pavilion, we will finally have a final conversation."

The characters are clearly visible!

Long and drawn-out breath!

Each turn of the melody lands steadily in the correct position.

The sound was penetrating, yet not harsh.

The last note unfolded slowly, like a fine piece of silk gently spreading past everyone's ears.

It was just an ordinary staff canteen.

The aroma of food still lingered in the air, and there was even the sound of dishes being washed coming from the window.

But at this moment, everyone felt as if they were sitting in the Changyin Pavilion deep within the red walls.

Carved beams and painted rafters, a stage high above.

As the water sleeves rose and fell, the sound of gongs and drums from six hundred years ago slowly drifted from the depths of time.

After singing one line.

The room was completely silent.

A few seconds later, Lao Zhou was the first to applaud.

"good!"

"Very good!"

"As expected of Teacher Li Mei, this tastes absolutely authentic!"

Tang Huaiyuan and several experts also applauded.

"This is the true essence of Chinese culture!"

"Stable, absolutely stable!"

Shen Weimin nodded emphatically, his satisfaction impossible to hide.

This is the sound he wanted.

Grand and elegant.

Six hundred years of heritage are firmly contained in this one line of singing!

The experts applauded enthusiastically while frantically sending coded signals to Fang Yu with their eyes:

See that? That's what you call professional!

Young man, you'd better take the easy way out and admit defeat!

Even if you lose to Teacher Li Mei, no one in the world will laugh at you!

Under the table, Liu Yifei's palms were already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

She certainly hoped Fang Yu would win.

But after hearing Li Mei's astonishing statement, her confidence vanished instantly.

This isn't a question of "whether it sounds good or not" at all!

That's real skill that they've honed over decades, day in and day out!

After Li Mei finished singing, she remained calm and composed.

She turned to look at Fang Yu, smiled, and raised her hand.

"Teacher Fang, please."

Fang Yu smiled at her, then slowly and unsteadily walked to the middle.

Similarly, there were no warm-up exercises to warm up the voice or take a deep breath.

He just stood there casually.

one second.

two seconds.

Fang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Then he spoke.

A clear, ethereal voice, neither male nor female, came from his mouth.

"In the Changyin Pavilion, we will finally have a final conversation."

The moment the first sound came out, the smile on Old Zhou's face froze.

That's not the strained, forced falsetto voice you hear in pop music!

There was a terrifying aura supporting that voice!

The initial consonant was delivered with remarkable stability, the final vowel was perfectly executed, the transitions were clean and crisp, and the final consonant was completely free of any wavering or trembling!

More importantly—the taste is just right!

If Li Mei's version is described as dignified and mellow.

Fang Yu's casual remark was like a sigh leaking from the cracks of history.

He may not sing as well as Li Mei, but he is more in tune with "The Light".

It even better captures the sense of destiny of the phrase "a grain of millet in six hundred years, a dream in the vast ocean"!

"..."

In the huge cafeteria, no one spoke.

The experts who were just clapping and cheering wildly have all fallen silent.

It's not that I don't want to cheer for Fang Yu.

It's because my brain hasn't caught up yet.

They had just finished listening to a near-textbook version.

I thought the outcome was already decided.

As soon as Fang Yu spoke, he changed the track.

He didn't confront Li Mei head-on in her area of ​​expertise.

He simply sang this line of opera singing in the way that "Brightness" needed most.

Shen Weimin stared at Fang Yu, his expression gradually becoming complicated.

He can write lyrics, compose music, sing, paint traditional Chinese paintings, do calligraphy, and carpentry—and now he can even sing female opera voices.

Just how many skills does this kid still have up his sleeve?

Liu Yifei was completely dumbfounded.

Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief, her mind completely blank.

She knew that since Fang Yu dared to stand up, he must be hiding something.

But I never expected that this guy wasn't just hiding one trick, he was hiding a trump card!

The person most deeply shaken was Li Mei.

The composure on her face was gone.

Li Mei looked at Fang Yu, her lips moving slightly.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to ask about his vocal technique first or about his lineage.

She sang opera for almost her entire life.

I've seen people with exceptional talent, and I've also seen people whose voices are practically a gift from God.

But Fang Yu is someone whose male voice can fully support female opera singing, and who can also hide his skills in the emotions of the work. This is the first time she has ever seen such a person.

The lingering sound finally faded away.

The aloofness that had permeated Fang Yu for six hundred years also disappeared.

He glanced at the room full of petrified experts, then looked at Li Mei across from him.

Seeing that no one spoke, Fang Yu looked a little shy, even a little embarrassed.

"that……"

"Dear teachers, Teacher Li."

Fang Yu grinned, revealing two rows of small white teeth.

"My version..."

"Is it still passable?"