The song "The Actor" at the beginning stunned me with its portrayal of the aloof school be

Wang Haoran's lips moved.

This time, he didn't immediately start joking around.

They didn't try to brush off the topic with their usual lighthearted tone.

He looked at Jiang Che, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Several seconds passed.

He spoke in a very soft voice.

"think."

A single word was uttered.

As if that wasn't enough, he immediately added another sentence.

"Of course I want to."

"I studied music, how could I not want to sing?"

"Who doesn't want to stand on stage? Who doesn't want to be heard?"

As he spoke, his voice lowered again.

"But I know that myself."

"My grades are average, and my singing skills are just so-so."

"There are plenty of people in my class who can sing better than me."

"When a vocal teacher praises someone, the most they say is that they have talent."

When people praise me, they usually say I have a good attitude.

Think about what I'm saying.

The phrase "good attitude" is, in essence, not very useful.

Wang Haoran grinned.

He laughed very easily.

But Jiang Che could tell.

This fat man actually had this thorn in his side all along.

He loves music.

I also want to sing.

I just never had the chance.

No one had ever seriously told him that he could sing.

In a music department, there are too many talented people.

There are many good-looking people.

There are many people who sing beautifully.

There are also people who can write songs.

Someone like Wang Haoran, who doesn't have an advantage in appearance and whose academic performance isn't outstanding, is easily lost in the crowd.

He can be the atmosphere-maker.

We can be brothers.

It can be used as a mouth substitute.

However, few people consider him a singer who can perform on stage in the future.

Jiang Che looked at him, his expression becoming more serious.

"Your singing skills are indeed not the strongest."

Wang Haoran's lips twitched.

"Brother, what you said really hit home."

Jiang Che ignored his banter and continued speaking.

"Your music theory isn't particularly good either."

Wang Haoran clutched his chest.

"The second cut."

"Your appearance isn't suited for the idol route either."

Wang Haoran's face turned green.

"The third cut."

"If you keep poking him like that, Fatty is really going to collapse."

Jiang Che smiled.

"But your tone is very good."

Wang Haoran was stunned.

Jiang Che put down his chopsticks, his tone calm.

"Your voice sounds grainy."

"It has a bit of sand and a bit of bluntness."

"Not fancy enough."

"But it's easy for people to believe the story you're singing."

"Your voice is suited to singing about life, to singing about the feelings of ordinary people."

Not every singer needs to hit high notes.

"Some songs, the simpler they are, the more they resonate with people."

Wang Haoran stared at him blankly.

At that moment, he even forgot to refute the comment that it wasn't fancy enough.

The name of a singer from his past life came to mind.

Mao Buyi.

That kind of simple, clean, and life-like narrative style is perfect for Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran doesn't have the same mature expression as Mao Buyi.

But his tone has a solid foundation.

Singing skills can be practiced.

Breath control can be practiced.

Typhoons can also be a form of grinding.

Most importantly, the sincerity of an ordinary person in his voice is rare.

The world is not lacking in people who can sing.

What's missing is someone who makes you feel, "He's singing about me."

Jiang Che looked at Wang Haoran and suddenly said.

"I'm going to start a company."

Wang Haoran stopped using his chopsticks again.

"company?"

"Um."

"Let's start with a music studio."

"We'll expand it gradually from there."

"I will not sign with Shengda, nor will I sign with Tingxian."

"I'll release my own songs."

I manage my own artists.

Wang Haoran's eyes widened even more.

He had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

But I'm not sure.

Jiang Che looked at him and said directly.

"Fatty."

"You'll be the first artist in my studio."

boom.

It felt like a thunderbolt had exploded in Wang Haoran's mind.

The first artist.

The first artist from Jiang Che Studio.

These words made him feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth, but his first reaction wasn't excitement.

Instead, they panicked.

"I?"

"Dude, you're not kidding, are you?"

"What level of popularity do you have right now? You're the champion of 'I Am a Singer-Songwriter,' a new hope for the Chinese music scene, and 'Blue and White Porcelain' is being praised to the skies by experts."

"You want to open a studio? There's a whole line of people waiting to get in."

"Why did you have to come to me of all people?"

"With my grades in my major, I'm afraid I'd be a burden if I just went to serve you tea or water."

Jiang Che looked at him.

"Do I need someone to serve me tea and water?"

Wang Haoran shook his head subconsciously.

"We don't lack that."

Jiang Che said.

"I'm missing someone who can sing certain songs."

"You can."

Wang Haoran's voice was strained.

"Can I really do it?"

Jiang Che did not hesitate at all.

"If I think you can do it, then you can too."

These words were spoken.

Wang Haoran's eyes instantly reddened.

He quickly lowered his head, using his rice to hide his expression.

"Depend on."

"Bro, I'm a little taken aback by your sudden seriousness."

Jiang Che didn't expose him.

Wang Haoran took a couple of bites of rice, then suddenly looked up again.

Their eyes were frighteningly bright.

"So I'll be one of your artists from now on?"

"Um."

"Does that mean I'll also have a chance to release a song?"

"have."

"Is there a chance you'll hold a concert?"

"Let's see how well you've practiced."

"Some fans even call me 'Wang Haoran is awesome'?"

Jiang Che thought for a moment.

"This will take a little time."

Wang Haoran slammed his hand on the table.

"Let's do it!"

Several students around him were startled.

They all turned to look at them.

Wang Haoran then realized that he was in the cafeteria.

He quickly lowered his voice, his face flushed with excitement.

"brother."

"No."

"Boss."

"From now on, I will be Brother Che's number one general."

"If you tell me to go east, I will never go west."

"If you ask me to sing, I will never sing off-key."

Jiang Che glanced at him.

"Don't say the last sentence too soon."

Wang Haoran: "..."

"Give me some face, I'm just getting all fired up."

Jiang Che smiled.

Wang Haoran became more and more excited as he thought about it.

I felt like I'd drunk three bottles of soda.

He clenched his fists, his voice trembling.

"Is this what it feels like to follow the right leader?"

"That feels so good!"

"So the male protagonist's brothers in wish-fulfillment novels really can carry him to victory!"

Jiang Che: "You should read fewer novels."

Wang Haoran spoke with righteous indignation.

"Art originates from life."

"I am living now."

"Don't worry, brother, I'll definitely train hard."

"I will absolutely not let you down."

When it comes to the last sentence.

Wang Haoran's voice became noticeably more serious.

He looked at Jiang Che.

"real."

"Give me this chance."

"I will definitely do my best."

Jiang Che nodded.

"I know."

He certainly knew.

Wang Haoran usually seems to have no sense of propriety.

But this fat man is never ambiguous about what he really wants to do.

Give him a direction and he'll grit his teeth and charge forward.

This is enough.

......

three days later.

In an office building near Jiangcheng University.

A small office of less than 100 square meters was simply tidied up.

White walls.

Wooden table.

Two computers.

A makeshift recording studio.

A newly made sign hangs at the entrance.

Chexing Music Studio.

The name was chosen by Wang Haoran.

He said it was Jiang Che's "Che" plus Xing Guang's "Xing".

From here on, they're going to start their journey and crush the entire entertainment industry.

After listening, Jiang Che felt that the second half of the sentence could be left out of the company profile for now.

It's too easy for people to mistake me for having a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

The name is alright, though.

So it's settled.

The studio registration was completed very quickly.

Jiang Che is currently very popular, and too many people want to collaborate with him.

But he didn't rush to take on business deals or sign with major platforms.

He first arranged all the necessary arrangements, including copyright registration, studio accounts, recording equipment, and basic staff.

Eat your food one bite at a time.

One must take things one step at a time.

He doesn't want to be a fleeting variety show champion.

He wants to start a company.

A company that can truly establish itself in the global entertainment industry.

Chexing Music Studio is just the first step.

in the office.

Wang Haoran stood at the door, staring intently at the sign, his eyes practically glued to it.

"Chexing Music Studio"

"Wang Haoran is one of our artists."

"Tsk."

"These words sound really nice."

Jiang Che was organizing the project files on his computer without even looking up.

"Do you want to stand at the door and recite for a whole day?"

Wang Haoran chuckled and walked in.

"Boss, when do we start?"

Jiang Che looked up at him.

"Now."

Wang Haoran immediately stood up straight.

"good!"

Jiang Che pushed a printed sheet of music in front of him.

"This is your first song."

Wang Haoran looked down.

The sheet music had five characters written at the top.

A person like me.

Wang Haoran only glanced at the song title before his heart inexplicably tightened.

"Someone like me..."

He read it aloud softly.

The song title isn't as beautiful as "Blue and White Porcelain".

It wasn't as inspiring as "Chasing Dreams".

It's even somewhat ordinary.

It's so ordinary it sounds like a casual self-deprecating remark.

But it was precisely these few words that struck a chord with him.

People like me.

People like him.

His grades weren't outstanding.

Its appearance is not particularly outstanding.

I spent a few years in the music department, always playing the roles of the brother, the fat guy, the atmosphere-maker, and the lip-syncer.

I've gotten used to hiding my resentment in jokes.

I'm used to standing by and applauding when others shine.

He also wants to sing.

But no one ever seriously asked him.

Do you want to sing?

No one seriously told him that.

You can sing.

Wang Haoran held the sheet music, and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Jiang Che looked at him but didn't urge him.

A while later.

Wang Haoran then raised his head.

"brother."

"Is this song... for me?"

Jiang Che nodded.

"Yes."

"This song suits you."

"It doesn't require fancy techniques."

"It needs to be real."

"Don't even think about singing beautifully."

"You need to immerse yourself in the song."

Wang Haoran looked down at the lyrics.

The more he looked, the hotter his eyes became.

Some sentences seemed to be written directly in his heart.

The discontent of ordinary people.

The sadness hidden behind the jokes.

Those moments when you clearly want to be seen, but always pretend you don't care.

It's all in this song.

He couldn't even keep up before he started singing.

"Boss."

"I'm afraid I won't sing this song well."

Jiang Che looked at him.

"So practice."

"Practice until you can sing it well."

Wang Haoran took a deep breath.

Nod vigorously.

"practice!"

"I'm staying at the recording studio tonight."

Jiang Che: "There's no need to exaggerate like that."

Wang Haoran looked serious.

"need."

"This is my first song."

"It's also the first song of Che-sung's first artist."

"We must start."

He paused, then added.

"I can't let you down."

Jiang Che looked at him and smiled.

"Let's start with the first sentence."

Wang Haoran stepped into the recording studio.

Put on your headphones.

Jiang Che looked out through the glass.

Jiang Che sat in front of the control panel and raised his hand to signal him to get ready.

The accompaniment began.

A simple guitar melody unfolds.

There is no complicated arrangement.

There were no explosive drumbeats.

Very clean.

It's like an ordinary person talking to themselves in the dead of night.

Wang Haoran closed his eyes.

My voice trembled a little when I sang the first line.

Jiang Che immediately pressed pause.

"wrong."

Wang Haoran opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"You're thinking about how to sing it well."

Don't think about that.

"Think of yourself."

Wang Haoran remained silent.

Jiang Che continued.

"I miss the times you applauded for others from the audience."

"Thinking back to that night at the school anniversary celebration, when you were afraid I'd embarrass myself, you were still the first to rush offstage and shout, 'This is my brother!'"

"I miss the time when you clearly wanted to sing, but always felt you weren't qualified to stand on the stage."

"Sing these aloud."

Wang Haoran was stunned.

The recording studio remained quiet for a long time.

He then lowered his head and took a soft breath.

"Again."

Second time.

His voice was still not steady enough.

But the flavor came out.

The third time.

There's still a problem with his breathing.

But that sense of self-deprecation and resentment that comes from ordinary people has slowly surfaced.

Fourth time.

The fifth time.

The sixth time.

Jiang Che stopped again and again.

Revise it again and again.

Wang Haoran didn't utter a single complaint.

He sang until his throat was dry.

He sang until his forehead was sweating.

When he took off his headphones at the end of the song, he looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

But his eyes were bright.

A brightness never before seen.

It was the first time he had felt that way.

I can sing too.

I also have my own song.

A song that truly belongs to him.

......

Right there in the recording studio of Chexing Music Studio, "A Person Like Me" played over and over again.

The outside world is going crazy with anxiety.

After Jiang Che won the championship of "I Am a Singer-Songwriter".

It trended on social media for three days straight.

Discussions about "Blue and White Porcelain" are still trending on the front page of major platforms.

Everyone was waiting for his next move.

Source of pronunciation?

Sign a company contract?

Start a live stream?

Announcement of a tour?

Accepting endorsements?

As a result, Jiang Che seemed to have vanished suddenly.

Aside from being photographed once when she returned to school, she has had no other public appearances.

There have been no updates on Weibo.

The short video account is inactive.

The interview was not accepted.

There has been no official announcement from the business department.

Even the official music release that should have been released immediately after winning the championship has been delayed.

Fans were getting impatient.

Where is Jiang Che?

"Wait, buddy? You logged off right after winning the championship?"

"Where are the official tracks for 'Blue and White Porcelain'? And 'Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart'? And 'Listen to Mom'?"

"I open the media player and search eight times a day, and there's nothing!"

"Jiang Shen, have you forgotten that you're already famous?"

"Whose champion goes back to school for chicken cutlet rice after winning the championship?!"

"I'm speechless. How can he have absolutely no business sense?"

"I'm so worried! Where did Jiang Che go?"

The media is also anxious.

They prepared a bunch of interview outlines.

From the inspiration for creating "Blue and White Porcelain" to the final showdown with Lu Xunzhou.

From whether to sign with Tingxian to future music plans.

As a result, they were unable to contact anyone.

According to Tingxian Entertainment, Jiang Che has not yet signed a contract.

There's even less chance of any news from Shengda.

The production team only responded with one sentence.

"We respect the players' personal arrangements."

This nonsensical remark only made netizens more anxious.

"Respecting personal arrangements is equivalent to having no arrangements at all."

"He didn't actually go back to school, did he?"

"Given Jiang Che's personality, it's very likely."

"Others become famous overnight and take on business deals, but he went back to his professional courses after becoming famous."

Jiang Che: Let's put the entertainment industry aside for now, I have a vocal lesson tomorrow.

"Hilarious, but thinking about it, it really does seem like something he would do."

Music critics are also discussing it.

"What Jiang Che should do now is to strike while the iron is hot and release the official audio."

"His popularity is so high, the window of opportunity is crucial."

"If not handled properly, this wave of public attention could easily be wasted."

"The problem is, he doesn't seem to be in any hurry at all."

"Don't rush things to the point of being outrageous."

Some marketing accounts started making wild guesses.

"Jiang Che is suspected of being sought after by multiple companies and is embroiled in a contract dispute."

"Is Shengda back in the game?"

"Champion Jiang Che has suddenly fallen silent; is there something else going on behind the scenes?"

Fans immediately flooded the comments section with insults.

Stop spreading rumors.

"He's just too lazy to work, it doesn't mean something's wrong."

"Given Jiang Che's personality, he's probably really holding back a big move."

"Don't ask, the answer is that the 'corner song god' is still writing songs in the corner."

This comment was pushed to the top of the trending list.

Countless people gave it a thumbs up.

That makes sense.

"Every time this person disappears, he reappears and starts playing a divine song."

"I'm suddenly starting to look forward to it."

"Is he really preparing a new song?"

"No way, no way, the first new song after winning the championship, how fierce must it be?"

Nobody knows.

Jiang Che, whom they longed for.

I am currently sitting in a newly registered small studio.

They weren't busy releasing their own audio tracks.

I wasn't busy taking on business.

They weren't busy giving interviews either.

He was recording a song for someone no one had expected.

Wang Haoran.

The first artist of Chexing Music Studio.

She is also the first newcomer that Jiang Che plans to personally promote.

The outside world believed that Jiang Che had disappeared without a trace.

But in reality...

He has already begun placing his first piece.

This chess piece does not shine.

Not fancy.

It even looks somewhat ordinary.

But Jiang Che knew very well.

As long as "A Person Like Me" comes out.

Everyone will know.

Chexing Music Studio will have more than just one Jiang Che.

From this day forward.

He wants to bring more people with him.

Let's step into the entertainment industry together.

Then, reshuffle the deck.