Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

He pulled out a piece of music score from his phone and handed it to Xia Fan.

"Well, let's try it."

Xia Fan looked at the music score several times and nodded seriously.

In this parallel world, "Hometown", a song that is a regular in elementary school textbooks, has a status roughly equivalent to that of "Let's Row the Boat" from Dragon Country in the previous life. It can be said to be a popular childhood song.

Keizo Horie stretched out his fingers and played the prelude.

"I still remember the hill where I chased hares and the stream where I fished for minnows."

Listening to the soothing and melodious melody, Xia Fan began to sing softly.

For the first sentence, he started with a high pitch, and his voice was a little strained...

Keizo Horie, who was playing the accompaniment, frowned slightly but did not interrupt.

"My hometown haunts me in my dreams. I wonder if my parents are doing well, and if my old friends are doing well..."

When he sang the second sentence, Xia Fan's eyes became inexplicably moist and his breath was slightly choked.

This ballad full of homesickness reminded him of the memories of his past life when the "mystery in the womb" was awakened, his beloved parents, his best friends who grew up together, and the streets of his hometown that he had walked through thousands of times...

These people and things that were once so familiar but now seem so distant and unfamiliar are springing up from the depths of my memory.

In addition to the strong feeling of missing each other, there is more sadness that we will never be able to meet again.

"Oh? Xia Jun's voice is so infectious, and he expresses homesickness so clearly and sharply..."

Keizo Horie was playing the piano, listening to Xia Fan's singing, which was not pleasant to the ear, but for some reason he felt a strong resonance...

A strong feeling of nostalgia and sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, making his vision a little blurred.

"After many ups and downs, my hometown is still haunted by my dreams. One day my dream will come true."

"I can finally return to my hometown, where the green mountains are always there and the clear water flows. My hometown is always in my dreams..."

Completely immersed in this song with simple melody, simple lyrics and sincere emotions, Xia Fan gradually got into the mood and sang with full emotion.

"My unforgettable hometown, how are my father and mother doing?"

"Have you remained friends since childhood? Are you doing well now?"

“Strong winds and rainstorms always bring back memories of my hometown.”

"I hope to return home in glory one day. When will I be able to return to my hometown with green mountains and clear waters?"

After singing this folk song with all his heart, Xia Fan was still immersed in homesickness...

Because, the "Blue Star" in the "Mystery in the Womb", the "dead" self, can never go back.

Only the songs from the blue star are still blooming in this world, accompanying my lonely self.

"Mr. Horie, how is it?"

After calming down, Xia Fan carefully turned his head and looked at Keizo Horie.

"Good...very good...no, very good!!!"

Keizo Horie stood up from the piano and looked at Xia Fan with tears in his eyes.

"Although there are many unforgivable things, such as unstable breath, inaccurate pitch, wrong lyrics, and finally the key was lowered without authorization..."

"But, Mr. Xia, the emotional appeal in your singing is something I have never seen before in my life!"

"When you were singing just now, the complex emotions in your heart were clearly conveyed through your voice... I know that you must be missing your hometown, Dragon Country, across the ocean, right?"

He patted Xia Fan's shoulders with both hands and gave him high praise loudly.

"If I must say something, your emotionally infectious singing voice, like Yayoi Tsuki's, is a unique and extraordinary singing talent."

If singing technique and vocal range can be improved through hard work and practice, then the timbre and the "emotion" in the voice, just like speaking, are determined by each person's talent.

For example, Yayoi Tsuki's singing can make people unconsciously fall in love with it, which is a talent that others cannot achieve even after practicing for a lifetime...

Xia Fan's voice has a terrifying power to convey his emotions and make the audience empathize strongly.

This is a talent with different characteristics, but equally valuable.

"Huh? Emotional contagion? Unparalleled talent?"

Xia Fan looked stunned and tilted his head to think for a while.

[The demon whispers: Every word you say is about ghosts and monsters, and every word you say is like a tearing hole in people's hearts. If greed, anger, and ignorance arise, the world will be like hell. The emotions in your words can easily stir up all seven emotions and six desires.]

The description of [Ghost Whisper] and the "abnormal reactions" that I had recently experienced when talking to others came to my mind subconsciously.

"Could it be that the effect of [Demon Whisper] is to convey my emotions to others through language, creating an effect similar to empathy and emotional amplification?"

“So, the strong emotions injected into the language are the trigger?”

Xia Fan suddenly realized and murmured in a low voice.

"If I use this [Evil Whisper] to stimulate customers' appetite when they order food in the restaurant, my dad will definitely make a fortune..."

After all, there are two most difficult things in this world...

One thing is to put other people's money into your own pocket.

The other thing is to put your own thoughts and emotions into other people's heads.

"Mr. Xia, considering your unique vocal condition, I think you are very suitable for the world's top Grammy vocal technique, and practice with the SLS vocal training method."

"Start with the most basic vocalization method and breath control, and follow my practice method to find the vocalization position and feeling."

"By the way, you can take a look at this endoscopic video of the voice box as a reference..."

Just when Xia Fan was considering whether to quit the entertainment industry and return home to inherit the restaurant, Keizo Horie looked as if he had found a treasure and began formal teaching with great interest.

Chapter 175 Finally found it

2024-07-13

With decades of experience in vocal teaching and mastering the world's top vocal theoretical knowledge, the vocal lessons taught by Keizo Horie himself are naturally simple and easy to understand, easy to explain, and even use scientific methods in an unconventional way.

"I see. The physiological structure of the throat is actually like this?"

“Singing is actually just using the body and voice as vocal instruments?”

"Teacher Horie is so scary. He actually thought of using a laryngoscope to record the singing, so that people can objectively and directly see the degree of opening and closing of the voice during different scales?"

Xia Fan, who already had a basic knowledge of music theory, felt as if he had suddenly been enlightened. All the unclear points about singing before suddenly became clear to him.

There are many schools of singing techniques and methods, and the industry has yet to reach a consensus on which school is better.

The SLS (Speech Level Singing) method advocated by Keizo Horie, which is the way of "singing like speaking", is a method of improving singing skills by imitating the natural vocal mechanism of humans. Many powerful singers are using it.

SLS's unique voice training method trains within the natural and comfortable vocal range. While protecting the singer's throat, it can specifically expand the vocal range, improve breath control ability, and make the tone more pure and moving.

Moreover, this speaking-like singing style is more conducive to Xia Fan conveying the emotions in the lyrics, which is very consistent with the triggering conditions of [Ghost Whisper].

"With a father like this, it's no wonder that Class Leader Horie and I are both freshmen, but our singing skills are already at the professional level..."

At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of Keizo Horie's title of "national treasure musician".

I also understood why Horie Tsubasa, who is the same age as me, has such amazing dubbing skills and such powerful singing skills that he can easily handle "Gurenge".

While the two of them were enjoying themselves while learning, the class period had passed quickly.

"Mr. Xia, it would be a pity to only seek to quickly improve your vocal talent for utilitarian purposes. As long as you practice hard for a long time, your singing achievements may not be inferior to Yayoi Tsuki."

"Anyway, I'm retired and have a lot of free time at home, and Yi doesn't come home very often, so I can teach you anytime in the future."

"However, there is no need to hold the teaching site in Horikoshi. It would be time-consuming and laborious. For future teaching, just go directly to my house."

Keizo Horie, who hadn't attended class for a long time, looked unsatisfied when he met an unpolished gem like Xia Fan.

"Thank you, Mr. Horie..."

"By the way, do you remember the name 'Manshima Kana'? She was also a student at Tokyo University of the Arts decades ago and liked to play the electronic keyboard..."

After expressing his thanks respectfully, Xia Fan thought about the song selection for the finals and asked with the mentality of trying his luck.

"I have taught so many students that I don't have much impression of this name..."

"Why are you asking this? Is there something important?"

Keizo Horie shook his head and asked curiously.

"I accidentally got this senior's notebook, which contained the music she left behind..."

Xia Fan honestly told the story of Manshima Kana, but he concealed the "supernatural" part.

"I know this world is as short-lived as dew, but, but..."

"If it was a few decades ago, it should be when I first stayed at the school. Electronic keyboards were still a rare imported product at that time, and few people tried them. The current chairman of Tokyo University of the Arts is a graduate of that period. Maybe I can ask him..."

After expressing his emotion, Keizo Horie looked at Xia Fan with even stronger admiration.

"Your thoughtfulness is so precious. If this song can be heard by the world, I believe the soul of that classmate in heaven will be comforted."

"If you really can't find the lyrics, why don't you add a verse yourself? That would be a nice thing to do, right?"

In his opinion, Xia Fan, a talented music producer, did not add lyrics purely out of respect for the deceased.

……

"Writing the lyrics myself might be a possible solution... But I don't know if that would be considered a fulfillment of the oracle in the eyes of the Lord God."

From the time Xia Fan returned to the student dormitory from Horikoshi Gakuen until he lay in bed at night, he was still thinking about Keizo Horie's advice.

If he misses the final of the campus singing competition next week, he will have to participate in the "Idol Birth Festival" in seclusion and will not have any public performances at school for a while.

"Even if I write the lyrics myself, where do I start? I have no inspiration or direction at all..."

"It looks like there's no time to complete this song before the finals?"

As Xia Fan unconsciously flipped through Kana Manshima's notebook, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and he fell into a sleepy state.

Beside the bed, Manshima Kana's notebook flipped rapidly without any wind...

The black and white keys of the electronic keyboard placed by the window moved automatically, producing a light melody that echoed softly in the apartment.

……

“Et rêver au crépuscule, Qui ne se lève ni ne se couche.”

In the clean and bright practice room, Kana Manshima, wearing a white dress, sat next to a brand new electronic keyboard.

“Peut-être je me souviendrai, et peut-être oublierai…”

She didn't play the piano today. Instead, she held a booklet written entirely in a foreign language and read aloud.

"Christina's poems are so beautiful and sad, and the rhythm between the lines is also very strong..."

"Why not translate it and turn it into lyrics? It will definitely feel great..."

"Hehe, this great poet of the last century wouldn't ask a girl who doesn't have much time left for royalties, right?"

Her slender legs moved playfully in the air, as if trying to catch the sunlight pouring in from the window.

"However, it's a bit too proud to think about writing lyrics before the music is even finished..."

"My Lord God, please give me a little more time... just a little..."

……

"Huh...huh..."

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Xia Fan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed like a spring.

"Was that a dream or a real scene?"

Covering his forehead, Xia Fan's thoughts were still immersed in his dream, of Kana Manshima in a white dress.

"Or maybe... I accidentally became psychic again?!"

He turned his head to look at the electronic keyboard sitting quietly by the window.

"Oh, that poem..."

Xia Fan jumped lightly and landed accurately on the computer chair, demonstrating strong waist and abdominal strength and body control.

"Is the author's name 'Christina'? The poem is in a foreign language, how do I enter it?..."

“Et rêver au crépuscule, Qui ne se lève ni ne se couche?”