Tokyo Love Story

Obviously, Yukisa Morishima didn't expect to meet Serina Tsugumi here, the teacher of their class.

"Can you explain this, Che?"

Turning around, what greeted Kitagawa Che was Tsugumi Seina's smiling face and the subtle eyes that couldn't be more complicated.

*

In the recording room.

Nobuhiko Okayama looked at the familiar name on the phone screen with a hesitant look on his face.

He has always felt guilty about his teacher.

Although they have maintained contact with each other over the years, each family member knows their own business. He is very clear that he has never gotten over that hurdle. Even though the teacher has said that he does not blame him, he still feels bad.

Ugh.

After sighing, Nobuhiko Okayama finally pressed the call button and put the phone to his ear.

The call was quickly answered.

On the other end, a slightly old but full-bodied male voice came from the phone, "Nobuhiko, why did you suddenly remember to call me?"

Okayama Nobuhiko took a deep breath, stood up from the chair, straightened his body, adjusted his mood, and said those words, "Teacher Changwu, I'm sorry to disturb you so early, I have something to tell you."

"Hmm? It's okay, but you can say it." The old man's voice was a little gentler and less serious than when facing the media.

Time took away his complaints about his once most dazzling and most admired disciple, and also made him feel more regretful for Okayama Nobuhiko.

If he had insisted at that time, the Japanese music scene might be completely different now.

"I recently met a very talented and gifted young singer." Okayama Nobuhiko considered his words and went straight to the point without beating around the bush. "His works are of excellent quality and his singing skills are improving rapidly. I personally think that he should be a rising star in the Japanese music scene in the future."

In an office on the top floor of a grand business building in the central district, Kawai Masago, sitting on a leather chair, with graying hair but full of energy, fell silent.

He looked at his phone, which was on the line, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer his student.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Nobuhiko, do you want to recommend this singer to me?"

"Yes." Okayama Nobuhiko paused, "Teacher, you recommended the song "First Love". Do you remember it?"

"Of course I remember." Kawai Changgo gave an affirmative answer, and then changed the subject, "Besides, Nobuhiko, I'm not old enough to forget the songs I recommended in the blink of an eye."

"I'm sorry, teacher." Okayama Nobuhiko said privately without thinking, and then he continued, "The singer of that song, who is also the original author of the lyrics and music, is the person I want to recommend to you."

"That song is indeed very spiritual and full of emotions. The singer has a high singing quotient and is a promising talent. However, his singing skills are..." Kawai Changgo did not finish his words. He knew that his students should be able to understand what he meant.

As for his students' words of "great progress", he personally felt that it was not convincing.

The song "First Love" is indeed very good. In terms of the quality of the lyrics and music, it is absolutely first-class, but it is also a fact that the singer's singing skills are only at the entry level.

The two exist in parallel and do not conflict with each other.

"He uploaded a new song. You'll understand after listening to it." Okayama Nobuhiko didn't make any excuses. Some things are not as convincing as seeing and hearing them with your own eyes and ears. "It took him less than three months to go from his original entry-level singing skills to his current level."

"I probably understand what you mean."

There was a little more smile in Kawai Shogo's voice, and memories flashed across those cloudy eyes.

At this moment, Nobuhiko Okayama's tone is very similar to the tone he used when he recommended him to other friends.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Since you have said that, Nobuhiko, I will listen to it later." Kawai Shogo paused, "If it is true as you said, I will do my best to help him, of course, You have to follow the process."

The music network has indeed been supporting talented newcomers recently.

"Thank you, then I won't bother you any more..."

"Hey! Don't hang up in such a hurry." Kawai Changwu interrupted him, "Are you free this Saturday? Come to the teacher's house as usual tonight for a simple meal."

"I……"

"Let the past be the past." Kawai Changwu paused, "Teacher wants to see you, is that not possible?"

OK "

"So, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Kawai Changgo opened the browser on the computer in front of him and entered the homepage of the music website.

The old man's eyes moved slightly downwards and landed on the song that had jumped to the fifth place on the 'Rising Trends Chart' overnight.

Okay, don't leave).

He raised his eyebrows and looked back to the singer column.

Is it such a coincidence?

After sighing in his heart, Kawai Changgo chuckled and shook his head.

He knew that this was the new song by the singer who sang "First Love" and was the one highly praised by his most promising students.

Let me see how much progress you have made.

Thinking this in his heart, Kawai Changgo clicked on the song's details page, chose to pay to purchase the song and play it, then closed his eyes and listened quietly.

Thank you to teachers He Shen and Qixing Sanyu for their monthly tickets. Your support is my motivation for writing.

Happy Saturday everyone~

Chapter 123 Childhood sweetheart and the one who came from heaven [3K1 middle chapter]

As a veteran who has been working in the music industry for many years, Kawai Changgo knows very well that whether a song can be well received depends on its popularity and the public's acceptance of the emotions expressed in the song. Both are indispensable.

If a song is nice enough but the lyrics are difficult to pronounce and the overall rhythm is hard to control, then this song will definitely not be a big hit. The reason is that the threshold for cover is too high. After all, most people who like to listen to music will occasionally hum a line or two.

The prelude of the song gradually begins, and a melodious piano sound comes into the ears.

Kawai Changgo's brows relaxed. The melody of Jay's new song was still catchy, but compared to the previous song "First Love", which had a lamenting feeling about the past, this song had a stronger sense of sadness.

He gave high praise to the lyrics and music of "First Love" in front of the camera. As for Jay's singing skills, he consciously brought out his feelings in a way that could resonate with people.

For a newcomer who has just emerged and is good at creation, what they need at this time is recognition. As for the process of summarizing their own omissions and shortcomings and consciously correcting them, they have to wait until they have established a firm foothold before they can begin.

It is simply impossible to become a perfect hexagonal warrior in one go without even fully utilizing the talents that one has. This is not even unrealistic, it is pure wishful thinking.

As for what Nobuhiko said about great progress...

Kawai Changgo shook his head, and his weathered face, which was full of stories, showed a little more understanding and helplessness.

As a teacher, he understands that feeling very well.

But food must be eaten bite by bite, and the road must be walked step by step.

While my thoughts were flying, a voice came quietly.

【何も见えない何も】

As far as the eye can see, it is desolate and barren.

I'm crying

I can't hold back my tears

Suddenly, Kawai Changgo opened his eyes, sat up straight, and leaned forward slightly. The scrolling lyrics and the rotating animation of the black film were reflected in his brown pupils.

Just these two simple sentences were like two silent but deep slaps on his face, making him dizzy and with ringing in his ears.

Compared to the previous song "First Love" which is famous for its emotional expression, Jay's highly recognizable voice serves the emotion. In short, it uses emotion to make up for the shortcomings in singing skills. But in this song, Jay's clean and transparent male voice occupies a dominant position, and the emotion in the voice is very strong. The two are no longer the kind of clear-cut relationship between who is bigger and who is smaller, but depend on each other and complement each other.

call.

After taking a deep breath, Kawai Changgo sat up straight, closed his eyes again, and listened carefully.

Nobuhiko was indeed not exaggerating. The speed of progress of this new singer whom he was optimistic about was indeed astonishing.

sad

But this is not sadness

【Warm Touch

I can touch your warmth

【Playful】

Pleasure comes unexpectedly

The song flows and the emotions progress.

Everything seems to be natural. The simple and mournful piano melody becomes a plus here. Far from being too monotonous, based on its own characteristics, it renders this deep sadness to the fullest.

I'm going to do it

Oh, don't leave me, please don't leave me

from

Always by my side

I'm going to do it

Don't leave me, please don't leave me alone

Let's keep going like this.

The clear male voice did not have that strong sense of accusation. He was just telling his own story, a story that he thought should have a good ending but did not.

call.

Kawai Changgo sighed slowly.

Now, he can assert that if this new singer has really brought his entry-level singing skills to this level in less than three months, he is indeed a genius among geniuses.

What is commendable is that while this boy's singing skills have improved, the standard of his lyrics and music has remained at a very high level, with no sign of decline at all.

The most crucial point, and the point that Kawai Changgo finds most incredible, is Jay, the new singer’s understanding and level of this song.

To tell a tragic story, there is no need to deliberately exaggerate how sad the story is. All it needs is a layer of cold, gray filter, a few pictures from small to large, and one or two simple but regrettable lines.

It’s basically like this, just use your mind but don’t use too much effort.

Many singers with excellent singing skills will inevitably overlook this point when they reach the peak of their singing skills.

But he didn't. On the contrary, he paid attention to this point which is easily overlooked.

Shaking his head, Kawai Changgo opened the notepad on the desktop, picked up a pen, and while listening to the song, he began to think about how to write a recommendation for the song.

In a sense, Nobuhiko's judgment was restrained and not exaggerated at all. If he and Nobuhiko had switched roles, he would have exaggerated even more.

This new singer, without a doubt, is the most outrageous kind of 'monster'.

Such a "monster" has not appeared in the music scene for a long time.

For no reason, Kawai Changgo revealed an intriguing smile, and the wrinkles on his face, which were full of stories, were squeezed together.

If everything seems calm before the depth charge is dropped into the target area and detonates, then when it explodes, it is likely that it is not just the bubbles that are shaken up, but also the fish that are shocked.

Last time, the depth bomb was his student Nobuhiko, and this time, it was Jay, a new singer recommended by Nobuhiko.

To be honest, he was looking forward to this day.

Because that group of people have been living in comfort for too long, they need to feel the tension and pressure, and then catch up. To use a more fashionable term nowadays, they need to be given some intensity.

*

That night, in the early hours of the morning, in Kashiwagen Shiori's room.

The desk lamp was on, casting a soft yellow light on the desktop. The laptop screen was on and was focused on the document editing page.

Kashiwagen Shiori lay at the table, raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the computer screen where input symbols kept flashing. She felt a sense of loneliness for no reason.

Her father flew abroad to meet her mother who was taking care of the family business, so she was the only one left at home.

Although she has gotten used to it, how can I put it? Being alone will still make her feel a little lonely, especially in the dead of night like this. If she is a little sentimental, her emotions will burst out without hesitation.

After thinking for a while, she closed her laptop, put on her white slippers, and walked to the bay window.

She opened the curtains, gently took off her slippers, and sat down on the bay window which was covered with a plush blanket.

Kashiwagen Shiori turned her head and her eyes passed the glass window and fell on the night.

The tall buildings in the distance have dimmed, with only the reddish flickering lights on the rooftops. The brightly lit city roads are now only occupied by a few late-night taxis. The daytime congestion seems to have become a thing of the past at this moment, and the city has entered a light sleep.