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

"A Person Like Me" topped the newcomer chart for the third day.

Wang Haoran's comment section has completely turned into a section dedicated to urging people to watch the show.

"Fatty, sing it once on your live stream."

"I've listened to the studio version thirty times, but what about the live version?"

"As the number one newcomer, it wouldn't be right not to do a live-streamed debut performance."

"Jiang Che wrote the song himself, and Jiang Che produced it himself. The song is already finalized. Now all that's left is for Fatty to prove he can sing it live."

"Don't be a coward, Wang Haoran."

"Fatty Wang, you used to be so fierce when you were shouting 'Jiang Che is awesome' in the live stream, now it's your turn to step up."

These comments were relatively friendly.

The other batch wasn't so polite.

"Anyone can do sound editing in a recording studio?"

"Wang Haoran's singing skills are only benefiting from the popularity of Jiang Che's songs."

"Let him sing it a cappella and we'll see his skill level."

"Just because Jiang Che can write doesn't mean Wang Haoran can sing."

"I want to see how impressive the performance of the top newcomer is."

When Wang Haoran saw these comments, he was almost numb.

He slammed his phone down on the table and took a deep breath.

"brother."

"Should we pretend we didn't see anything?"

Jiang Che was tuning his guitar and didn't even look up.

"I saw it."

Wang Haoran's expression froze.

"How about we pretend the internet is bad?"

Jiang Che looked up.

"Chexing Studio uses gigabit broadband."

Wang Haoran covered his face in anguish.

"Why did you even block your own escape route?"

Jiang Che placed the guitar on his lap and said calmly:

"I'll be live streaming tonight."

Wang Haoran looked up instantly.

"Really open?"

"Um."

"Singing alone?"

"I'll accompany you with music."

Wang Haoran had just breathed a sigh of relief when he became nervous again.

"If you accompany me, the pressure will be even greater."

"The comments section is definitely full of people watching me."

"If I sing off-key, they'll say that even Jiang Che's accompaniment can't save me."

Jiang Che looked at him.

So don't run.

Wang Haoran: "..."

"That's a really hardcore way to comfort me."

Despite saying that, Wang Haoran knew in his heart that he couldn't avoid this live broadcast.

When a song becomes a hit and tops the charts, criticism naturally follows.

He can't stay hidden behind the studio version forever.

Jiang Che can help him write songs, produce music, and promote his work.

But when the microphone is brought to his mouth, he has to speak on his own.

8 PM.

The official live stream of Chexing Music Studio has begun.

The live stream title was very simple.

[Wang Haoran, "A Person Like Me" - First Live Broadcast Version]

As soon as the live stream started, the number of viewers began to surge.

Ten thousand.

fifty thousand.

One hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand.

In less than ten minutes, the number of online users exceeded one million.

Wang Haoran looked at the numbers on the back end, his palms sweating profusely.

"brother."

"So many people?"

Jiang Che sat beside him, holding a guitar.

"Um."

"You just...?"

"Otherwise what?"

Wang Haoran swallowed hard.

"I feel like I'm taking my final exam in front of a million people."

Jiang Che calmly said:

"You don't need that many people cheering you on for your final exams."

Wang Haoran: "What you said makes a lot of sense, and now I'm even more panicked."

The live chat is going crazy with comments.

"The fat guy is here!"

"Jiang Che is here too!"

"Holy crap, Jiang Che is playing the guitar himself?"

"Jiang Shen is providing accompaniment for his artists; this treatment is incredible."

"Hold on, Fatty!"

"Don't panic, Fatty, you can do it!"

"The real value of this event is here."

"Let me make this clear first, if you sing badly, I'll really criticize you."

"Upstairs, tone it down. The fat guy is visibly nervous."

In the lens.

Wang Haoran sat in front of the microphone, visibly stiff.

He usually talks like a machine gun.

Today was so quiet it felt like being called on by the teacher to recite a text.

Jiang Che glanced at him.

"Get ready."

Wang Haoran took a deep breath and nodded.

The sound of a guitar began.

A clean prelude unfolds.

The number of comments in the live stream suddenly decreased significantly.

Everyone is waiting for the first sentence.

Wang Haoran spoke.

The first sentence was spoken with a slightly strained voice.

The breathing wasn't relaxed enough.

Immediately, someone chimed in with their comment.

"I'm nervous."

"Live performances are definitely not as good as recording studio performances."

"His breathing is a little shaky."

"I told you, you're the god of the recording studio."

These comments appeared very quickly.

Wang Haoran saw it too.

His eyes clearly showed a moment of panic.

For a split second, I almost dropped the sentence.

Jiang Che did not stop playing the accompaniment.

He simply looked up and glanced at Wang Haoran.

His gaze was very calm.

There was no blame.

There was no rush.

Just like those seven days in the recording studio.

Wang Haoran suddenly remembered what Jiang Che had said.

Don't try to sing well.

Think of yourself.

I miss the times you stood in the audience clapping.

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

Wang Haoran closed his eyes.

In the second paragraph, his voice softened.

The tension began to dissipate.

He no longer deliberately pursues stability.

They no longer cared whether they sang that line well or not.

He started putting himself into his songs.

an ordinary person.

A fat man who always loves to joke.

He was the one who shouted the loudest when his brother was deified, but he also secretly wondered at night if he had a chance.

As soon as this emotion emerged, the comments in the live stream changed.

"Wait a minute, things are stable now."

"That's the flavor we're looking for."

"He was shaking a little earlier, but now it seems even more real."

"I suddenly understand why Jiang Che signed him."

"His singing was clumsy, but his clumsiness was heartbreaking."

"This is how this song should be sung."

"Stop hyping up the studio recording legend; you can hear him live too."

When the chorus ended, many people in the live stream fell silent.

Wang Haoran's performance wasn't perfect; there were no flaws.

But he sang out the feelings of ordinary people.

Especially in the last part, his voice was a little hoarse.

That slight hoarseness didn't ruin the song.

Instead, it's like a rough piece of sandpaper, gently scraping across the hearts of the listeners.

Sing the last note.

Wang Haoran opened his eyes.

His first reaction wasn't to look at the comments.

It's about Jiang Che.

Jiang Che put down his guitar and nodded gently.

"Can."

Wang Haoran let out a long breath.

He looked like he had just come back from the edge of a cliff.

My legs went weak.

The barrage of comments exploded.

"That fat guy is awesome!"

"There were flaws on set, but I listened to them."

"This version feels more alive than the studio recording."

"Jiang Che's gaze was so steady when he looked up; the boss gives me a sense of security."

"I'm impressed, that fat guy can really sing."

"The part where Jiang Che accompanied him was really touching."

"Go, Chexing Duo!"

The haters still want to nitpick.

But the barrage of comments has already been flooded with tap water.

Some people are uploading clips from their live streams to short video platforms.

The title is simple and direct.

[Wang Haoran's first live performance, accompanied by Jiang Che on guitar]

It garnered over a million views in half an hour.

The comments section was full of感慨 (feelings/reflections).

"This fat guy was so nervous he was shaking during the first line, but he got into the song after that."

Jiang Che neither stopped nor tried to salvage the situation; he merely glanced at him.

"That look is like the boss's, but also like a brother's."

"Help, this is better than many variety show scripts."

"Wang Haoran's growth trajectory has begun."

The live stream isn't over yet.

The comments section has started flooded with another request.

"Jiang Che sings!"

"Boss, give us a performance!"

"Since the River God has come to provide accompaniment, it wouldn't be right not to sing."

"I'm looking for a piece from 'Nocturne'!"

"Looking for 'Blue and White Porcelain'!"

"Please sing anything!"

When Wang Haoran saw the comments, he immediately grasped at them like a lifeline.

"Brother, the public's voice is very strong."

Jiang Che looked at him.

"Do you want to rest?"

Wang Haoran immediately pretended not to hear.

Everyone wants to hear you sing.

Jiang Che smiled.

He did not sing the entire song.

He simply plucked a few chords and sang a short section of the melody of "Nocturne".

"A swarm of bloodthirsty ants, attracted by carrion."

I gaze at the lonely landscape with a blank expression.

"Love and hate become clear after losing you."

"What's the point of caring about anything after losing you?"

"When doves no longer symbolize peace"

"I was finally reminded."

"The birds being fed in the square are vultures."

"I used beautiful rhymes."

"Describing love that has been completely plundered."

The sound came out.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Those who were just probing Wang Haoran's aura fell silent.

Because Jiang Che played too well in this part.

There is no accompaniment stacking.

There is no mixing or editing.

Singing a few lines a cappella, the pitch, breath control, and enunciation were all perfectly controlled.

Holy crap!

"I asked you to testify at the scene, not to commit massacre!"

"Jiang Che's a cappella singing is so steady."

"Just as the hater was about to mention the scene, Jiang Che shoved the word 'scene' right into the ground."

"The boss personally demonstrated, putting immense pressure on the fat guy."

Wang Haoran, who was listening nearby, was completely numb from listening.

"Boss, your performance has completely diminished my previous achievements."

Jiang Che said calmly:

"So we'll continue practicing tomorrow."

Wang Haoran collapsed into his chair on the spot.

"I knew it."

"Capitalists will never let the working class off the hook."

The live stream audience was laughing hysterically.

That night.

Wang Haoran successfully completed his first live performance.

Jiang Che easily silenced the doubts about his "live performance being unsatisfactory" with an a cappella rendition.

Chexing Music Studio's first live stream went viral.

Everyone saw two things.

Wang Haoran is indeed still growing.

Jiang Che is indeed ridiculously strong.

The lights in the small studio shone brighter and brighter that night.