Entertainment: The microphones are here, why is everyone so silent?

All four songs were absolutely amazing!

It gave her some inspiration, but it didn't have much effect.

Songs in the traditional Chinese style music circle rarely draw on these inspirations!

On the contrary, the Peking Opera style in her previous songs gave her some ideas.

Thinking of this.

Zi Lin made up her mind to try to imitate the opera singing style in "Moonlight" and "Pointing at the Moon".

"Xiaolin, please book a traditional opera teacher for me tomorrow."

"Huh? Oh, okay." The assistant was clearly taken aback, not understanding what was going on.

Why would a perfectly good singer specializing in traditional Chinese style need to seek out a traditional opera teacher?

However, for Zi Lin, it was her job.

All she had to do was follow the instructions.

While there was still time, Zi Lin began to listen attentively.

"Lin, stop packing for now," Zi Lin said, her eyes focused. "Ye Chen released a new song, let's listen to it together."

"Really? That's great!" Xiaolin immediately came over and put on her headphones.

"What style is it this time? Is it still that ancient style that makes people kneel down and listen?"

"Love songs are his livelihood."

Loop playback begins.

The enigmatic yet tense prelude to "Suspended" slowly unfolds.

Xiaolin was almost instantly immersed in the music, swaying her body gently to the rhythm:

"Wow... this song feels so special, it has a kind of decadent beauty? It's so beautiful! It seems... easier to listen to than 'Moonlight Sonata'?"

Zi Lin nodded slightly, listening and analyzing as she went.

Her professional singer instincts made her frown slightly: "The vocal range of the verses is very flat, and the transitions are natural... It does sound like the barrier to entry is indeed low."

"Isn't that great?" Xiaolin blinked. "His fans must be so happy, finally they have someone to sing along to!"

"It's precisely because it 'looks' too good that something's wrong," Zi Lin shook her head.

She recalled Jiang Mengting's complaints about Ye Chen "not wanting his microphone to be stolen": "That guy isn't that kind-hearted."

The chorus of "Suspended" bursts out without any buffer.

That line of chanting, full of struggle, was presented with a seemingly effortless yet extremely complex shift in breath and subtle vocal transitions!

"Wait!" Her back straightened abruptly.

She quickly dragged back the progress bar and listened to it again.

"Sister Lin, what's wrong?" Xiao Lin was startled by her sudden serious expression.

Zi Lin did not answer immediately, but closed her eyes.

Unconsciously, his fingers tapped a rhythm on his knees, mimicking the flow of breath.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes.

His eyes were filled with disbelief: "This place... Ye Chen used a weak consonant layered with breathy edge-mapping?!"

"Extreme compression of emotion and timbre within an extremely small interval?!"

"I only heard her choke up a little?" Xiaolin was taken aback; how could she have discerned so much from that?

"I wonder if you can capture that sense of loss of control in a cover..." Zi Lin shook her head.

She looked at Xiaolin and said, slowly and deliberately, "The required precision in controlling your breath is comparable to carving with a scalpel."

"If an ordinary fan tries to scream with their bare voice, it will crack the moment they start! Forget about the quality, it would be a miracle if they didn't break their voice."

Xiaolin seemed to understand, but not quite.

But the metaphor of sculpting with a scalpel made her gape: "Huh? Such a small piece... is that terrifying?"

"This is just the appetizer for the first song."

With the excitement of discovering an Easter egg (or rather, a trap), Zi Lin clicked on "A Diao".

It has a strong narrative feel, a strong ethnic flavor, and a catchy melody.

Xiaolin hummed along for a couple of lines: "This song is great! I feel like it could be sung all the time!"

"Shh, listen carefully, it's coming." Zi Lin was completely focused.

Sure enough, that high note, like a mountain eagle piercing the sky, tore through the calm without warning!

That wasn't a smooth, high-pitched virtuoso note, but a rough, hoarse scream!

Yet it strangely maintains precise pitch and a surging melody!

"Hiss—" Xiaolin couldn't help but gasp, instinctively protecting her throat.

"My God! How...how did she sing that high note?!" Xiaolin's eyes were filled with shock and fear. "It felt like my throat was going to bleed, but it sounded so good!"

"This wasn't 'sung' into the notes; it was achieved with the precision of 'singing' through the act of 'shouting'."

Zi Lin suppressed the pounding in his heart: "It requires extremely strong core strength and vocal cord closure control."

"Just imitate its form and shout it out, but how do you shout out this kind of tearing beauty without hurting your voice?"

"Don't even think about it for a few years. Fans blindly singing along... it'll really damage their vocal cords."

At this moment, Xiaolin's relaxed expression vanished.

I'm starting to find these "good" songs a bit too much for my ears.

Next up is "Never Left".

The grand and affectionate opening made Xiaolin relax a little: "This one should be more friendly now, right? It sounds like a grand love song."

Zi Lin, however, dared not relax.

Until those long, continuous sentences and layers of strong mixed sounds!

And then there are the sustained high notes that require an incredible lung capacity to support, surging in like a tsunami!

"This... doesn't he need to breathe?!" Xiaolin exclaimed in surprise.

These words struck Zi Lin like lightning!

She abruptly pulled back to the chorus, holding her breath and listening intently.

once,

twice.

"No... there really wasn't any obvious breathing sound!" Zi Lin's eyes widened; this was one of the biggest shocks she had experienced tonight!

"For such a difficult and demanding section, did he pre-charge his breath, or did he use circular breathing to completely integrate the breathing sounds into the melody?!"

Zi Lin's face showed an expression of disbelief.

Xiaolin was completely stunned when she saw her almost out-of-control shock.

Even her idol, Sister Lin, who has seen countless big events, is like this, so what about Ye Chen's songs...?

The last song is "Sea of ​​Flowers".

The beautiful and catchy melody made Xiaolin subconsciously feel that it was a buffer.

It can be done in the middle of the period.

The frequent and agile switching between true and falsetto voices appeared like butterflies flitting among flowers!

Every turning point is a potential point of failure!

Zi Lin could only manage a bitter smile.

She was completely convinced.

"Every transition point is a trap set for amateur singers. It should be as natural as breathing, but if you want to learn it, every point can cause your pitch to fluctuate and your tone to break down."

She took off her headphones and let out a long breath.

Looking at Xiaolin, who was completely dumbfounded, he smiled helplessly: "Do you understand now, Lin?"

"Ye Chen didn't lower the difficulty at all."

"This knife has been sharpened to be even faster, and then coated with a thick layer of icing!"

Xiaolin swallowed hard and muttered, "So... these songs are the bigger 'pitfall'? Because they sound too friendly, his fans will be more willing to learn them, and then... they'll suffer even more?"

"That's right." Zi Lin rubbed his temples, both amused and impressed.

"Ye Chen, Ye Chen, your way of 'taking revenge' is too artistic."

She truly hadn't expected a man to be so vengeful.

It's amazing that this can be reflected in such exquisite music design...

She glanced at the time; night had fallen.

"Ye Chen, this 'gift' you gave me... it's really keeping me up at night."

Zi Lin knew about Ye Chen's fans.

Another night of bittersweet pleasure, a night of being repeatedly tormented and conquered by the celestial music, is about to begin.