Rock and Roll: Glorious Years

The little witch sitting in the guest seats really wanted to throw away her gimbal and headbang wildly with everyone else!

But she couldn't, because the popularity of the live stream had soared to a whole new level, climbing into the top 50 of the music category at an incredible speed—something she used to only dream about.

If she stops broadcasting now, not only will the streaming platform punish her, but the viewers in the live stream will also object.

"Wow! This scene, this atmosphere, this amazing guy is like a whole band all by himself! You're telling me this is just the opening act?"

"Master! Please, just hold your own special performance! No wonder Li Yiliang wanted to go solo; there was no point in keeping him around!"

"After so many years, to hear such authentic rock again—the lyrics, the arrangement—it truly brought tears to my eyes!"

At this moment, Duan Yuntao, who was sitting in front of her, suddenly turned around and explained to the camera, "Even with a mask on, she's using an earpiece. Few of my students can sing like that. Every word and phrase is articulated perfectly in tune. This must be achieved using chest resonance techniques. This singing skill definitely comes from long-term professional vocal training. This Lang must have taken my classes with Li Yiliang back in school!"

The song was at its climax when Duan Yuntao's face came right up to them, immediately drawing the ire of the live stream viewers. Moreover, with the sound system so loud, his voice was completely inaudible in the live stream.

"Ahhhh! Professor Duan, don't block the way! I want to see Bian Dashen blow up the stage!"

"Wait, his lip movements seem to be commenting on her singing!"

"Goodness, how many idol dramas has the person upstairs watched to be able to read lips?"

The little witch heard it clearly. She thought that for someone in the rock music scene to receive such a professional evaluation of their singing skills was truly incredible, like a cow doing a handstand! She immediately posted this message on her phone during the live stream.

"Huh? Little witch, with that volume, you could still hear it clearly sitting in the front row?"

"Wow, Professor Duan is hilarious! I'm impressed by his ability to recruit students on the spot!"

If the live broadcast room was like this, then the audience members who were being bombarded by the crowds and the sound waves at the scene must have been even more excited, almost to the point of death.

Meanwhile, Li Yiliang's face fell completely backstage!

He never expected that Bian Lang's Loop Station would actually be completed, and in such an explosive way.

The key point is that the song's quality and rock vibe were far beyond his comprehension.

Seeing that everyone around him was focused on the stage and no one was paying attention to him anymore, the seed of evil in his heart began to take root and sprout at the speed of light.

He quietly bypassed everyone and walked towards the electrical box.

Just as he was about to open the electrical box, a familiar voice rang out: "Stop, Leonardo! If you dare to pull the switch now, you won't be able to act anymore! I'll also help you spread the word in the industry about this..."

Li Yiliang turned around and saw Lao Tan standing there with a stern face, his phone camera pointing directly at him and taking pictures.

"Why, Lao Tan, tell me why? Why is everyone on his side? Isn't there anyone who can put themselves in my shoes and consider things from my perspective?" Li Yiliang finally couldn't hold back anymore and roared out all the frustration in his heart.

"Things have come to this point, why are you still saying all this nonsense? If you had talked to Bian Lang beforehand, given his personality, he would probably have supported your solo career, and he might have even given you those copyrights as a gift. Who knows, you might even have a share in this song today!"

Upon hearing these words, Li Yiliang felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed with needles!

When he first came into contact with the Magic Disc, he did consider doing that.

But he dared not gamble, dared not gamble that the original owner, whose life pressure was not as great as his, would understand him and allow him to go solo with the copyright of the songs.

Without the copyrights to those songs, the singer-songwriter path that Magic Disc had planned for him would be absurd. Even if he were signed, given his decent singing skills and average looks, he might not necessarily get good resources and promotion.

But now, when Bian Lang's song comes out, it sounds like a blatant irony to him! Especially the chorus!

Just then, Bian Lang's second chorus came on: "I don't want to die in failure and loneliness, I don't want to live underground forever. Material deception, hurried ants, a person without ideals won't be sad... He won't be sad..."

The frenzied drumbeats felt like they were pounding on Li Yiliang's heart. Every word in the lyrics seemed to be mocking and ridiculing him!

"Hahaha, uncultured people don't get hurt! Isn't he talking about me? I know, he's never respected me! He has such talent, why did he keep it from me? If he had released this song before, I would never have gone solo..."

Hearing this, Lao Tan knew that Li Yiliang was now completely beyond saving.

"Little Li, I don't know if there's some misunderstanding between you two, but you're wrong in this matter. Bian Lang just wants to sing a song. Even if you don't care about our past brotherhood, please respect music!"

"Go back now and prepare well for your performance! From now on, you and Bian Lang will each walk your own path, and I won't tell him about this!"

Just as Li Yiliang was struggling with his inner turmoil, Wei Lan also came looking for him.

Seeing this, she said in a commanding tone, "Li Yiliang, you go back and prepare for the performance. I'll handle things here..."

……

Looking at the stage again, after Bian Lang finished singing the chorus and fixed all the drum loops, he picked up the electric guitar again.

This time, instead of continuing to wander among the instruments, he walked to the very edge of the stage, put one foot on the monitor, and began to sway his body to the interlude.

This was the first time he had close contact with the fans in the audience since the start of the performance. Although the interlude was similar to the intro and not as frenetic as the chorus, the music was still very much in the background.

But the music fans, whose inner restlessness had been stirred, couldn't calm down. They all reached out their hands to Bian Lang on stage, and Bian Lang responded by reaching out his hands in return.

Qiu Luo, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but tease, "Brother Lang is so damn stylish these days! You'd think he was a rock star!"

As the interlude ended, Bian Lang returned to the microphone stand, ripped off his headset, and began singing into the microphone again.

With the previous verse as a foundation, some music lovers with a good ear for music were already able to hum along to a line or two of the lyrics, while others simply started singing "la~la~la~la~lala~lalala!" to the rhythm and melody.

"Is this really the sculpture department? Should I apply to the Yunnan Arts University's sculpture department this year?" Art students who had just finished their college entrance exams, both at the venue and in the live stream, all asked this soul-searching question!

As the chorus ended once again, Bian Lang carried the microphone stand to the very front of the stage, placed it next to the monitor, and once again put one foot on it!

This time, he wasn't just posing and showing off; a long-awaited electric guitar solo finally arrived, with the tremolo arm working in sync with each crisp glottis, invading the DNA of music fans through the speakers!

The fans in the front row who could clearly see what he was doing were almost going crazy with excitement!

"Bian Lang! Awesome!"

"Holy crap! Holy crap! I must have been following a fake Masked Band a few years ago!"

"Damn it! Li Yiliang, are you blind or deaf? You want to split up with Bian Lang?"

"Thank you, Li Yiliang. If you hadn't gone solo, you wouldn't have been able to force the demons out of Bian Lang!"

The entire solo reached its climax with Bian Lang's precise and powerful tap!

Zhu Yan: "Bian Lang's tricks are really something! Looks like I've got my first subject for my new job!"

Da Kun: "Hehehe, this move, give me at least another 10 years..."

Qiu Luo: "Director, I want to go back to playing in a band!"

Old Tan: "This guy's skill level is a tiny bit better than mine back then!"

Zhou Yimo: "Is this song really going to be used as a theme song for my movie? Please don't let it become a 'divine song' for a terrible film!"

As the little witch clapped, her mind raced, calculating the reasons behind the magic disc's actions: "If the opening act is already considered divine, how explosive will Li Yiliang's performance have to be to truly dominate the crowd?"

Meanwhile, in her live stream, besides the various worshipful comments, the second most frequent requests were for sheet music, and the third was from @绿城炮王 (Green City Cannon King) who came out to stream. It was quite lively.

The live stream's popularity also jumped from the top 50 in the music category to the top 20, and entered the top 100 in the overall rankings.

Meanwhile, in the official Magic Disc livestream room, the invited music critics were all amazed:

"Wow! Good heavens, where did Magic Disc find this guy? This is the prelude to establishing a new sect!"

"Incredibly awesome! This electric guitar playing is so good, he could unify the younger generation of Chinese guitarists from north to south!"

"What kind of grudge could they have to hold against Magic Disc for a live rock concert?!"

"My head hurts! This isn't a warm-up act, it's like they're trying to tear the roof off. What is Magic Disc thinking? How am I supposed to write today's script?"

After the electric guitar solo ended, Bian Lang continued singing the chorus on stage.

This time, even more fans joined in the chant: "People without culture don't feel sad!"

This kind of scene is rarely seen at the premiere of a new song, thanks to the song's simple melody and easy-to-remember lyrics.

Moreover, the audience consisted mostly of working professionals, so it was hard for such indomitable lyrics not to resonate strongly with this group.

"He won't be sad...he won't be sad...he won't be sad...he won't be sad..."

After four consecutive lines about not being sad, Bian Lang, who was frantically headbanging and keeping the rhythm, changed the lyrics and sang the song's most poignant line: "He will be sad too...he will be sad too...he will be sad too...sad..."

As soon as the word "sad" was uttered, the sound engineer, who had already discussed it with Bian Lang, manually turned off all the audio tracks except for the electric guitar.

With a trembling sound from the crank, Bianlang took two quick steps and leaped high into the air!

This "flight" was quite something; the audience below the stage was incredibly excited!

"Look, the waves are flying!"

"Look, the waves can fly!"

Once Bian Lang landed and stood firmly, he held the plectrum between two fingers, flicked it towards the audience, and then bowed deeply: "Thank you everyone! My performance is over!"

As soon as these closing remarks were uttered, the audience below immediately objected:

"What? Who's opening act and only sings one song?"

"Didn't they pay enough for Magic Disc? Who's only going to sing one song as an opening act?! Encore!"

"Encore!"