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Wang Ye raised an eyebrow.

Two more boys then entered the music room.

One volunteered to play and sing, but he pressed three wrong chords in the intro, his fingers were fighting wildly on the frets, and the sound of the piano was muffled, like fluffing cotton.

Another guy was even more outrageous. He started with an a cappella rap, his words coming out like machine gun fire, but the rhythm was completely off, making people's toes curl up in disbelief.

Unsurprisingly, they were all ruthlessly kicked out by the examiner inside with just two sentences.

The two boys, covered in dust and grime, fled in disarray, muttering through gritted teeth as they passed Wang Ye.

"This is too strict! The club recruitment process is like the finale of The Voice of China!"

"That female president sitting in the middle is so cold, like a nun, she scared me to death."

Time passed second by second.

One by one, the people in front of them failed. Of the dozens of people who went in, only two or three actually passed the preliminary test.

This attrition rate is ridiculously high.

"Number 45! Wang Ye!"

The officer with twin ponytails poked her head out again and shouted loudly.

Wang Ye strode confidently into the large music room, room 502.

The door closed behind me, instantly shutting out the noise.

The entire music room is over 100 square meters, with all four walls covered in high-quality sound-absorbing soft padding.

A black Yamaha nine-foot grand piano stood by the window, next to several top-of-the-line Marshall electric guitar amplifiers and a bright red German drum kit.

A long judging table was placed in the center of the room.

Three figures were sitting behind the table.

Sitting on the far left is Luo Ning, the vice president of the music club, whom I met yesterday at the recruitment booth in the central square.

Luo Ning changed his outfit today.

She wore a black short-sleeved shirt on top and tight-fitting ripped black jeans on the bottom, which made her two long, straight, and slender legs extremely eye-catching.

She wore two exaggerated silver hoop earrings and a baseball cap, exuding a wild and cool high-end punk style.

Sitting on the far right is a slightly chubby senior with short, ear-length hair, who is in charge of coordinating the instruments.

The figure sitting in the very center of the room made Wang Ye raise his eyebrows.

She was an exceptionally beautiful woman who looked to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old.

She wore a moon-white, modernized stand-up collar cheongsam with a strong oriental classical charm. The fabric was exquisite, and it was embroidered with dark gold bamboo leaf patterns.

The cheongsam was cut very close to her body, outlining her 1.7-meter-tall figure in a way that accentuated her slender waist and full bust, which was in no way inferior to Luo Ning's beside her.

Her long, black hair was casually tied back with a jade hairpin that was entirely green, revealing her slender, fair swan neck and delicately defined collarbones.

Her features were classically elegant, but her beautiful phoenix eyes held a cold and aloof air that kept strangers at bay, and she exuded the noble aura of a master of classical art.

Wang Ye immediately called upon the system in his mind.

Open your eyes of general knowledge!

A pale blue virtual screen instantly unfolded on Wang Ye's retina.

[Target: Yu Hongyao]

Age: 23 years old.

[Identity: President of the Music Society of the College of Science and Technology, Capital Normal University; top student in both Classical Chinese Music and Western Opera (third year); disciple of a national-level intangible cultural heritage inheritor of Guzheng (Chinese zither).]

[Appearance rating: 96 points.]

[Body measurements: 171cm, 51kg, D cup.]

[Personality traits: Extremely fastidious about purity of mind, with an almost pathologically rigorous pursuit of music and art, a severe voice enthusiast and a fanatic for talent, and abhors all superficial and pretentious appearances.]

After reviewing the data, Wang Ye secretly whistled to himself.

Good guy.

Another stunning beauty with a score of 96.

A folk-punk mature woman paired with a classical, aloof, and talented woman.

The senior management of this music club is truly excessive.

Upon seeing Wang Ye walk in, Luo Ning, who was sitting on the left, instantly brightened up.

She took off one half of the listening earphone hanging around her neck and rested her delicate chin on her hand.

"Hey, isn't this Wang Ye, the junior who gave me that rhyme in the square yesterday?"

"I thought you were too exhausted from military training to come today."

Luo Ning's voice had a slightly hoarse, smoky quality that made it very distinctive.

Wang Ye stood with a relaxed posture, as if he were taking a stroll in his own backyard.

He smiled at Luo Ning.

"I promised Senior Luo Ning, how could I go back on my word?"

"The most important thing in life is to keep your word. I'm just here to give you all a lesson in manners."

Upon hearing this, Yu Hongyao, who was sitting in the center, frowned slightly.

Her clear, aloof phoenix eyes fell on Wang Ye, a hint of undisguised scrutiny and indifference flashing in them.

She is indeed impeccably beautiful.

He was even more handsome and rugged than the so-called "heartthrobs" of the School of Media and Communication's Performing Arts Department.

But that nonchalant and arrogant demeanor instantly ruined all of Yu Hongyao's impression of him.

She'd seen far too many empty shells like vases at school these past few years.

Yu Hongyao coldly opened the roster in front of her, and lightly tapped the pen on the table twice, making a crisp sound.

"You're Wang Ye, right?"

"This is the music club's final assessment site, not the place where you can be spouting jokes in the square."

Yu Hongyao's voice was as clear as broken ice in the mountains, without the slightest ripple.

"Our club will represent the school at the Beijing College Student Music Festival this year. We don't support idlers, and we certainly don't need mascots who just rely on their looks to make a splash."

"No need for self-introductions, let's get straight to showcasing our talents."

"If you're also preparing those mindless, catchy pop songs, I suggest you turn around and leave now, don't waste everyone's time."

These words were barbed and laced with hostility.

If it were any other young boy, he would have blushed and been at a loss for words in the face of such a powerful and icy senior.

"Hongyao, don't get so angry. That junior just arrived; don't scare him away."

Yu Hongyao ignored Luo Ning and simply stared coldly at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye wasn't angry at all.

Instead, I was amused by this icy girl's arrogant attitude.

Hey kid, trying to set rules for us?

Do you know how many parallel universes' trump cards are stored in my head?

What are you going to sing?

The short-haired senior on the right wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to smooth things over by asking, "..."

"Do you need accompaniment, or should we use the electric piano over there?"

Wang Ye looked around the music room.

His gaze fell directly on the musical instrument stand in the corner.

There stood quietly a meticulously crafted, handmade solid wood folk guitar.

The violin body is made of top-grade Sica spruce paired with Madagascar rosewood, the headstock is inlaid with shell patterns, and the strings gleam with a metallic cool light under warm light.

That was Yu Hongyao's custom-made guitar. Normally, even if Luo Ning touched it, he would be scolded for half a day.

Wang Ye strode forward and walked directly to the instrument stand.

Without even a greeting, he stretched out his long, well-defined hand and firmly grasped the neck of the violin, then casually lifted the top-quality handmade violin worth six figures.

This scene caused the three judges on the panel to gasp in shock!

"Hey! Wang Ye, what are you doing!"

The short-haired senior was so startled that he jumped up from his chair and screamed in a raspy voice.

"That's the president's most beloved custom-made piano! He doesn't allow anyone to touch it normally! Put it down!"

Yu Hongyao's pretty face instantly turned icy cold, and a surge of anger welled up in her beautiful eyes.

She suddenly stood up, her long, straight legs peeking out from the slit in her cheongsam, her chest heaving violently.

Take your hand off!

"Who gave you permission to touch my piano?!"

Wang Ye acted as if he hadn't heard her reprimand at all.

He held the instrument with one hand, casually pulled over a tall wooden stool next to him, and sat down with an air of authority.

With his long legs slightly bent and his right foot on the pedal, he naturally rested the piano between his right thigh and chest.

His fingers casually brushed across the strings.

"Zheng—"

A clear, bright overtone, with an extremely melodious sustain, instantly resounded in the air above the large music room!

Yu Hongyao, who was about to explode, suddenly stiffened.

The step I took abruptly stopped in mid-air.

She is a top expert.

Just Wang Ye's casual pluck of the string and his control over the force of the harmonics were already precise to the millimeter!

Without years of intensive professional training, it would be absolutely impossible to produce such pure and clear overtones!

This guy... actually knows it?!

Wang Ye lowered his head and adjusted the tension of the strings.

The master-level guitar playing skills and master-level singing ability imparted by the system resonated perfectly with his muscle memory at that moment.

He slightly raised his head, meeting Yu Hongyao's surprised and uncertain phoenix eyes, and smiled.

"President Yu, the zither is a fine instrument, but musical instruments are made for people to play."

"Putting it in a box and enshrining it is like putting a coffin in a coffin, not music."

"I'll borrow your piano today so you can hear what real music is."

This extremely arrogant statement silenced everyone present!

Luo Ning sat in the chair, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement, biting her lip in elation.

She has personality!

That's so unique!

This junior is incredibly wild, completely hitting her aesthetic standards!

Yu Hongyao gritted her teeth, then sat back down in her chair with a cold smile.

"it is good."

"I'll give you three minutes."

"If what you play doesn't match this instrument, not only will you be barred from the club today, but I'll also report you to your department head and hold you accountable for unauthorized use of other people's personal property!"

Wang Ye didn't waste any more words.

His long, slender fingers rested on the strings.

His expression instantly shifted from a playful grin to one of utter calm and focus.

He gently plucked the rough bass string with the pad of his right hand.

Then, an extremely catchy intro chord flowed out of the violin case like a stream!

The classic hit song – "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky"!

However, Wang Ye did not adopt the simple strumming and clapping technique of the original version.

Instead, it combines his master-level guitar skills with Oshio fingerstyle techniques!

The thumb strikes the panel firmly and powerfully, simulating the deep, resonant sound of a bass drum, like a heartbeat.

The other four fingers moved swiftly and rapidly across the strings like a dragon in flight.

The crisp high-pitched arpeggios intertwine with the rich, leaping bass lines, the notes like shattered crystals, dancing wildly in every inch of the large music room!

boom!

I just finished playing the first measure of the intro.

Yu Hongyao, sitting on the judging panel, felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow. Her phoenix eyes narrowed sharply, and she pressed her hands against the edge of the table!

Luo Ning's mouth was slightly open, and she even forgot to breathe.

Before they could even recover from the shock of the guitar playing...

Wang Ye lowered his head slightly, approached the condenser microphone standing to the side, and parted his lips slightly.

A masterful vocal performance erupted instantly!

A rich, clean, magnetic voice, imbued with endless desolation yet containing immense power, crashed into everyone's eardrums!

"The brightest star in the night sky..."

"Can you hear me...?"

"The one who looks up..."

"The loneliness and sighs in my heart..."

The lyrics are simple, just four lines.

There were no flashy or exaggerated techniques, and no deliberately exaggerated tone.

However, Wang Ye's top-notch vocal abilities, enhanced by the system, seamlessly combined chest resonance with head resonance.

Every word uttered carries a tremendous penetrating power that strikes straight to the depths of the soul!

That was the relief that came after weathering countless storms.

It is also the ultimate longing for light while in darkness!

The sound of the air conditioner that had been blowing cold air in the music room seemed to disappear completely at that moment.

Luo Ning felt an indescribable electric current surge from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and all the hairs on his body stood on end!

She's a senior student majoring in pop vocals, so she knows all too well how terrifying this kind of singing is.

The pitch is so perfect it's like a tuner.

What's truly terrifying is the empathy Wang Ye infuses into his voice!

The mere phrase "the loneliness and sighs in the heart of the person looking up" instantly brought to mind the countless nights she spent practicing the piano alone in the music room late at night, feeling lost and confused.

That feeling of loneliness was amplified infinitely by Wang Ye's voice, gripping her heart tightly!

Sitting in the center, Yu Hongyao's proud and aloof face had completely melted away all the frost!

She stared blankly at Wang Ye, who was sitting on a high stool.

Warm yellow spotlights poured down from above, enveloping Wang Ye's sharply defined profile.

The boy's slender fingers danced across the strings, his brows slightly lowered, radiating a sacredness and deep affection that compelled one to bow down in reverence.

Yu Hongyao's fingertips dug deep into her palm, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

She is a late-stage voice-controlled patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strong sense of moral purity.

Normally, even the slightest background noise in other people's voices sounds jarring to me.

But at this moment, every breath Wang Ye took, every faint tremor at the end of his voice, sounded to her like the most perfect work of art in the world!

grow numb.

A tingling sensation swept through her entire body from her ear canal, making her feel weak all over, and even her legs unconsciously tightened slightly together.

Just then, the song reached its climax in the chorus!

Wang Ye's right hand instantly switched from fingerstyle to a highly explosive and difficult strumming and muting technique!

The strings vibrated, and the sound waves erupted like a tidal wave!

Wang Ye raised his head, and his voice suddenly rose an octave, high-pitched and clear, soaring straight to the sky!

"I pray to have a transparent heart..."

"And eyes that can shed tears..."

"Give me the courage to believe again..."

"I'll embrace you beyond the lies—!!"

"Whenever I can't find meaning in my existence..."

"Whenever I get lost in the darkness..."

"The brightest star in the night sky..."

Please light my way...

Boom!

The moment the chorus ended, it was like a beam of light capable of tearing through all darkness!

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