Delta: The First Person at the Peak

"Speaking and singing are different."

Jiang Feng leaned back in his chair and deliberately sighed:

"But negotiating a contract worth tens of millions is much harder than singing."

"Contracts can't stop our Manager Fang, so what, a song?"

"You just haven't found the right method."

"The first step is to boldly voice your opinion."

Done.

Jiang Feng began singing "Tante" in a very serious tone.

He can effortlessly produce various high and low notes and coloratura.

However, his facial expressions and movements were extremely exaggerated.

Fang Ningxue watched quietly for a few seconds, then finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

The tense atmosphere eased considerably.

It's not that she can't sing.

When practicing alone, I can quietly sing my part along with the accompaniment.

But now.

Jiang Feng sat right next to him.

The lyrics that I had memorized perfectly suddenly got stuck in my throat.

She was afraid her voice would tremble when she spoke.

I'm afraid I'll sing badly.

Fang Ningxue is not someone who cannot accept failure.

Quite the opposite.

She never shies away from acknowledging her shortcomings when it comes to work-related issues.

But she didn't want to see even a trace of disappointment in Jiang Feng's eyes.

It was just a performance at the company's opening ceremony.

What she cares about is no longer just the performance itself.

Jiang Feng waited for a while and quickly understood.

Are you embarrassed?

"no."

"Then you sing."

"..."

Fang Ningxue lowered her head and took a sip of the pear soup.

Jiang Feng suppressed a laugh, turned his chair around, and faced away from her.

I'm not looking at you.

"Is it okay now?"

I watched his retreating figure.

Fang Ningxue's tense body finally relaxed slightly.

At least.

You don't need to face Jiang Feng's eyes when you sing.

The accompaniment started again.

She had reached the point where she should speak.

Fang Ningxue gripped the lyrics tightly in her hand.

The first beat has passed.

She didn't say anything.

The second beat.

It remained quiet.

Just as he was about to miss his entrance, a voice so soft it was almost inaudible finally came from behind Jiang Feng.

The pitch is not a big problem.

The rhythm was also basically correct.

But she kept her voice stuck in her throat.

It was so light it was as if it wasn't being sung to anyone else.

Instead, she only dared to sing to herself.

End of a short segment.

Fang Ningxue stopped immediately.

He remained calm on the surface.

The fingers gripping the edge of the lyrics turned slightly white from the force.

She watched Jiang Feng's retreating figure, awaiting his assessment.

Just a few seconds.

It took even longer than waiting for the final response to a contract worth tens of millions.

"fine."

Jiang Feng said earnestly.

Fang Ningxue's tense fingers quietly relaxed.

She herself didn't realize it.

The moment I heard those three words, I felt a distinct sense of relief.

next second.

Jiang Feng continued:

"At this volume, the audience in the first row of the e-sports center should be able to tell what you are singing just by reading your lip movements."

The brief sense of relief that had just begun to rise vanished without a trace in an instant.

Fang Ningxue's cheeks flushed red at a visible speed.

Like a touch of plum blossom suddenly blooming amidst falling snow.

Out of shame and anger.

She grabbed the lyrics from her hand and threw them directly at Jiang Feng's back.

"Jiang! Feng!"

Fang Ningxue reached out to turn off the accompaniment.

Jiang Feng smiled and pressed down on her wrist.

"Don't rush."

"It's not that you can't sing."

"It's just that the vocal cords don't close properly, and breath keeps leaking out, so the voice sounds weak."

The weaker your voice, the less you dare to sing loudly.

"The less you dare to make a sound, the less you can hold your breath."

"It eventually becomes a vicious cycle."

Fang Ningxue listened attentively.

"Have you studied this?"

I guess so.

"Let's skip the accompaniment for now."

Jiang Feng released her wrist and turned the chair around again.

"Let's not listen to the accompaniment yet."

Give me your hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll teach you."

Fang Ningxue hesitated for a moment, but still extended her right hand.

Jiang Feng grasped her wrist and gently placed her fingertips below his Adam's apple.

The two people were already standing very close to each other.

This action was performed.

The distance suddenly became excessively close.

Fang Ningxue's fingertips curled slightly.

She could clearly feel the temperature of the river breeze in her throat.

Fang Ningxue suddenly seemed lost in thought.

"Don't press down so hard, you're trying to strangle me!"

Jiang Feng's palm remained on the back of her hand.

"Just apply it lightly."

The words fell.

He emitted a deep and steady long tone.

A subtle vibration instantly traveled from her throat to Fang Ningxue's fingertips.

Accompanied by changes in pitch.

Jiang Feng's Adam's apple slid gently under her fingertips.

Fang Ningxue's body stiffened slightly.

"Can you feel it?"

"Um."

"You can't touch the vocal cords themselves, but you can sense whether the sound is focused by the vibration of the larynx."

"When the true voice is completely closed, the vibration will be very stable, and the air will not leak out."

Jiang Feng demonstrated it again.

Fang Ningxue did not remove her hand.

Instead, I carefully felt the changes in each vibration.

But somehow, her gaze had shifted from his throat to his face.

Jiang Feng suddenly looked at her.

"Did you understand?"

Fang Ningxue immediately looked away, her face flushed.

"almost."

"Good enough is not good enough."

Give me your other hand too.

Fang Ningxue looked at him.

"Where else should we put it?"

Jiang Feng offered no explanation.

Take her left hand directly and gently place her palm between your lower ribs and upper abdomen.

Through the thin fabric.

The moment her palm touched her body, it felt hard and warm, and Fang Ningxue instinctively wanted to pull it back.

But an inopportune thought popped into my head.

People in the live stream keep saying Jiang Feng has a great physique.

It turns out it wasn't just nonsense.

"Don't hide."

"Feel your breath."

He said, taking a slow breath.

The shoulders were not raised.

There was no noticeable rise and fall of his chest.

However, below Fang Ningxue's palm, Jiang Feng's lower ribs expanded outwards, and his upper abdomen rose and fell slightly accordingly.

"The diaphragm is inside the body, so you can't touch it directly."

"But you can feel the support it provides after it sinks down by expanding your lower ribs and upper abdomen."

"Don't raise your shoulders when you inhale, and don't deliberately push your stomach outwards."

"Let your breath settle down naturally."

Jiang Feng held her wrist with one hand.

His other hand remained on the back of her hand that was resting on his throat.

Fang Ningxue felt his breath with her left hand.

My right hand felt the vibrations of the sound.

He almost completely surrounded her in front of him.

In the office, only the faint static from the speakers remained after the accompaniment ended.

Jiang Feng lowered his head and asked:

"Did you feel it?"

"I felt it."

Fang Ningxue's answer remained calm.

However, her ears had already subtly turned red.

A brief pause.

She suddenly asked:

"Did you teach others to sing like this before?"

"no."

Jiang Feng answered quickly.

"Anke has studied vocal music, she doesn't need me to teach her like this."

"So I'm the first one?"

"Currently, it's the only one."

Fang Ningxue did not press the matter further.

There are actually advantages to not having studied vocal music.