A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

As soon as Lin Junjie finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

Deng Chao stopped the kebab in his hand at his mouth.

Chen He put the beer bottle he had just picked up back down.

Chen Ye leaned back on the sofa, holding a half-full glass of foreign liquor with ice in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow.

Change the song?

He had never done this job before.

After transmigrating, he has always been an emotionless delivery machine, simply dumping finished products on others.

When others ask you to write songs, you either rely on copying from memory.

But now Lin Junjie is holding his guitar in his arms, looking at him longingly.

Chen Ye tilted his head back and poured the icy liquor down his throat.

"Okay." Chen Ye put down the glass, the base of which tapped against the solid wood table. "You sing a verse first."

Upon hearing this, Lin Junjie's mouth stretched from ear to ear in a wide grin.

He immediately bent down and skillfully adjusted the guitar strap.

Fingers pressed on the strings.

The arpeggios of the intro flow out.

No one spoke in the lobby; only the faint hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard.

"I close my eyes and feel your breath..."

Lin Junjie closed his eyes, his unique voice penetrating the somewhat empty room.

He truly deserves the title of "walking CD".

Without sound effects cards or audio editing, just an acoustic guitar, he sang out a heart-wrenching sense of brokenness.

Chen Ye also closed his eyes.

His fingers rested on the sofa armrest, tapping them rhythmically.

The song is indeed a good song.

But the more Chen Ye listened, the more his brows furrowed.

Something feels off.

The melody's direction, and the several vocal transitions in the chorus, create an extremely disjointed feeling.

This awkward splicing ruins the overall mood of the song.

What's worse, the tune is getting more and more familiar to him.

Chen Ye frantically searched through his memory for the Chinese music catalog from his previous life.

【Ding! 】

The system's electronic voice suddenly exploded deep within my mind.

[Host detected attempting to modify a song for someone else!]

[A precise scan by the system has revealed that Lin Junjie's current initial demo version bears a 60% similarity to the original Earth-based hit song "Wish and Sorrow"!]

Wish or sorrow?!

A jolt of electricity ran through Chen Ye's mind.

No wonder it sounds so familiar, isn't this the hit song that JJ Lin released on Earth?

However, the version on Earth has a more mature arrangement and a more perfect emotional progression.

No wonder it sounds awkward now; it turns out this guy has written an unfinished, half-finished product.

[Would you like to purchase the original song "Wish and Sorrow"?]

This song is currently on a limited-time flash sale! Originally priced at 50,000 popularity points, you can now unlock the full version (including lyrics, sheet music, and complete arrangement ideas) for only 5,000 popularity points!

Flash sale?

Chen Ye laughed.

With a sudden thought, he directly opened his attribute panel.

A line of golden numbers popped up.

[Current popularity: 658000!]

Six hundred and fifty thousand!

In just half a day, the number doubled from over 300,000 to over 650,000!

The scandal involving the Running Man production team caused a huge uproar online, and with the added boost from the large fan base of these four veteran actors, the entire internet's traffic was completely drained by their new songs.

Five thousand popularity points?

Chen Ye glanced at his balance and felt confident.

"Buy it," he commanded in his mind.

[Ding! 5,000 popularity points successfully deducted!]

[Analysis of the original lyrics, music, and complete instrumental production of "Wish and Sorrow," currently being memorized...]

A massive flow of information instantly flooded into Chen Ye's mind.

The pauses in the lyrics, the layers of the arrangement, the timing of the piano and strings—every detail was clearly etched into his memory.

He was even more familiar with it than with his own writing.

Just then, the guitar music gradually faded away.

As Lin Junjie finished playing the last note, he pressed his fingers down on the strings to stop the lingering sound.

There was a two-second silence in the hall.

"Clap clap clap!"

Huang Bo was the first to clap.

"It's amazing! Absolutely amazing!" Huang Bo beamed, giving a thumbs up. "Junjie, you're being far too modest. This song will definitely be a chart-topping hit!"

"Exactly." Deng Chao quickly swallowed the lamb skewer in his mouth and nodded vigorously. "Even I, a layman, think it's amazing. It's so full of emotion."

"Old Wang, hurry up and copy this down, we'll use it as our program's alarm clock tomorrow!" Chen He chimed in cheekily.

The three people sitting on the other side of the table, Jay Chou, Wang Leehom, and David Tao, did not rush to speak.

The three exchanged glances, all seeing the hesitation in each other's eyes.

It sounds nice.

But I always feel like I'm stuck at some point, and I just can't quite get that final push.

Lin Junjie, holding his guitar, completely ignored Huang Bo and the others' flattery.

He gave a wry smile and waved his hand.

"Brother Bo, please stop praising me to the point of exhaustion. I wrote this song myself and listened to it for three days, and the more I listened, the more uncomfortable I felt."

Lin Junjie turned his head.

He stared at Chen Ye, who was still leaning back on the sofa.

"Yezi," he called tentatively, "How is it? Feeling anything?"

Chen Ye opened his eyes.

He didn't rush to speak, but reached into the tissue box on the table, pulled out a tissue, and wiped his hands.

Everyone looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Indeed." Chen Ye nodded, bluntly stating, "There's a problem, and a big problem."

Upon hearing this, Deng Chao and the others were stunned.

Holy crap.

Is it really that direct?

That's Lin Junjie!

A top producer in the Chinese music scene said that the lack of quality might just be due to the creator's high standards. You're really going to climb the ladder by following that advice?

Chen Ye didn't care what they thought.

With the original system music as his foundation, he now has more confidence than anyone else.

"There are a few lines where the lyrics are misplaced, and the pronunciation and emotion don't match." Chen Ye tapped the table with his finger. "Also, the melody in the first part of the chorus goes straight to the high notes, which is too abrupt and ruins the sense of oppression built up in the beginning."

Lin Junjie slapped his thigh suddenly.

"Yes!" He was so excited he almost threw the guitar he was holding. "That's the feeling! I've always felt the transition in the chorus was unnatural, and no matter how I changed it, it just didn't feel right!"

He has finally found a kindred spirit who understands him!

Deng Chao and Chen He looked at each other in bewilderment.

They both saw shock in each other's eyes.

Did he really figure it out?

And he even spoke with great conviction?

But then I thought about it again, and those few hit songs that Chen Ye just released are still on the charts, each one a masterpiece.

Since he pointed out the problem, he was definitely not just making empty promises.

Jay Chou couldn't sit still any longer and moved a little closer.

He touched his chin.

"Yezi, what do you think we should do with the chorus?" Jay Chou asked, intrigued. "Lower it by a semitone? Or change the chord progression?"

"Just lowering the pitch won't work." Chen Ye turned to the directing team not far away. "Old Wang, do you have paper and pens? Bring me a set."

Wang Zhengyu was squatting behind the monitor, eating melon seeds.

Upon hearing Chen Ye speak, they immediately sprang to their feet.

"Yes, yes, yes! Hurry up and get that notebook with the clip in my bag!" Wang Zhengyu turned and yelled at the assistant director.

This is an epic battle of the gods in the Chinese music scene.

Forget about paper and pen, Chen Ye would have to find a way to bring a live ox through the door if he wanted one.

The assistant director scurried off to rummage through the bag.

Taking advantage of this moment, Chen Ye leaned back on the sofa and smiled at Zhou Jielun.

"Jellyn, your thinking is too rigid." Chen Ye tapped his knee with his finger. "I'll write it out later, and you'll understand immediately."

The staff member jogged over and handed over the notebook and ballpoint pen.

Chen Ye took the notebook and spread it out on the wooden table in front of him.

Remove the pen cap.

He didn't start writing right away.

If someone could perfectly recite a half-finished original song, including lyrics and sheet music, without a single stutter, these people would probably consider him a monster.

Chen Ye frowned, looking as if he was deep in thought.

He took a pen and drew several horizontal lines on the paper.

I wrote two more sections of simplified musical notation.

Then, he clicked his tongue loudly and decisively drew a big X on it.

His brows were furrowed tightly.

She even grabbed a handful of her hair in frustration.

Jay Chou and Leehom Wang looked at the sheet music that Chen Ye had crossed out and nodded in agreement.

This state is perfect.

Revising a song is more painful than writing one; getting stuck is practically a daily occurrence.

If Chen Ye had picked up the pen and started writing rapidly, they would have suspected that it was some kind of pre-arranged publicity stunt.

Seeing Chen Ye struggling in pain, Lin Junjie breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right.

This shows that the question was indeed difficult.

It took about two minutes to dawdle.

Chen Ye felt that was about enough.

"Got it."

He muttered something under his breath, and the pen tip returned to the white paper.

This time, there was no pause.

Notes, chords, and revised lyrics flowed from the tip of the pen.

The entire hall was completely silent.

No one dared to make a sound.

Lin Junjie stood up immediately.

He spread his arms wide, as if guarding against thieves, to block Deng Chao and Chen He.

He stared intently at the guys who were trying to reach for the peanuts, his eyes filled with warning.

Deng Chao quickly surrendered with his hands clasped and obediently covered his mouth.

Chen He even stuffed the half-peeled peanuts directly into his pocket, not daring to chew them at all.

Song Yuqi sat on the carpet with her knees drawn up to her chest.

She didn't even look at Lin Junjie's funny antics.

The gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Chen Ye, who was writing at his desk.

The warm, dim light overhead shone on his profile, outlining his sharp jawline.

"Shh..."

The sound of the pen tip swiftly gliding across the paper echoed in the air.

"Whoosh."

Chen Ye drew the final pause.

Stop writing.

Put the pen cap back on.

He picked up the page and gently blew on the ink.

The song's framework has been completely reshaped, and what is presented now is the most perfect version on Earth, having undergone countless refinements.

Then.

Chen Ye held the paper by the edge and handed it directly to the other side.

"Take a look, is this the feeling you're looking for?" Chen Ye's voice was very calm.

Lin Junjie suddenly pounced on him.

He grabbed the paper.

Jay Chou, Wang Leehom, and David Tao, who were standing nearby, couldn't sit still any longer and immediately surrounded them.

Four pairs of eyes were fixed intently on that piece of white paper.