Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

"Look how famous we are!" Hearing a girl upstairs singing his hit song, Taka's slightly depressed mood suddenly turned into a very good one.

"Fine, fine, you're the number one rock band in Asia, you're in charge!" Jun Sakurada's arrogant demeanor vanished with just one sentence.

When he learned from Jun Sakurada that ONE OK ROCK's promotional slogan in mainland China was "Asia's No. 1 active rock band," he was incredibly flustered.

He wasn't stupid; of course he knew how offensive this extremely arrogant title was.

He wanted to correct her, but Sakurada Jun just shrugged and said, "Too late. Nowadays, everyone in China, whether they're Black, White, or Mixed-race, likes to call you that. Good luck."

Thus, "Ya Yi Yao" became a new Achilles' heel for a certain legendary lead singer.

"Alright, let's not talk about that." Sakurada Jun smiled. "What did you think of the sound from upstairs?"

The monkey thought seriously for two seconds, then shook its head: "I can hear that the texture is good, but there are too many interruptions, so I can't hear it clearly."

"Then let's listen to it another way." Jun Sakurada pulled out his notebook, plugged it into the speaker next to him, skillfully clicked on Ado's Nico Nico channel, and started playing her cover songs.

I was originally going to question Jun Sakurada about how he managed to find all of my upstairs neighbor's accounts after only two days of moving in, but after hearing this voice, I immediately forgot about questioning him.

"Such a unique timbre... such rare explosive power..." He listened and muttered to himself in a very low voice, afraid that his voice would be too loud and ruin the listening experience of the song.

Jun Sakurada didn't skimp on the money when buying audio equipment, which is why he was able to hear so many details.

"Extremely talented, with a highly distinctive and powerful voice, but the singing style seems to be a bit damaging to the throat." Taka's comment was spot on.

"Actually, with your vocal range, you could try a similar explosive singing style, adding more powerful vocals and a deep, resonant voice. I can also teach you how to maintain your vocal health."

As the only nuclear rock band to perform at the Tokyo Dome, although Malou's nuclear vocals are often jokingly referred to as "milk cat nuclear" because they are not deep enough, their technique and ability to maintain their voices are beyond doubt.

Otherwise, in the Japanese music scene, a breeding ground where almost everyone overworks their voices for a short-term peak, he wouldn't have been able to maintain his peak performance after singing at such a high intensity for twenty years.

"But how do you know that kid upstairs? Are geniuses so worthless these days? I'm curious."

It's no exaggeration to say that the probability of three top-tier Japanese vocal talents gathering simultaneously within a space no more than five meters apart is even lower than winning the lottery.

"Well... that's a long story..."

……

While the two on the seventh floor were having a pleasant conversation, on the eighth floor, in the room directly above, in a converted wardrobe, a little girl was lying on the floor with her face flushed red, one ear pressed to the ground, muttering to herself.

"They're playing my song..."

Ze Muqing has made many changes to this wardrobe, including adding soundproofing material and moving in a computer and various other equipment, turning it into her own personal music haven.

Everywhere outside the wardrobe, she is simply Sawaki Ao, an introverted girl who attends a correspondence high school and an acting training school.

But as soon as she hides in the closet, she becomes Ado, a singer who is not very old but has a relatively long career.

For Qing, everything belonging to "Ado" seems to be limited to this small space and the vastness of the Internet.

Until that day, a boy named Jun Sakurada, in the dimly lit stairwell, seemed to call out the name "Ado" intentionally, yet also seemingly unintentionally.

At that moment, reality and illusion began to intersect for the first time.

Ze Muqing didn't plan to record any songs today; she just did some practice.

She had the idea of ​​debuting as a singer, and at the actor training school, she heard that many record companies and agencies had a few songs that were frequently asked during auditions, so she prepared to practice them.

Today we practiced "Dreamer," the signature song of the rock band ONE OK ROCK, which is extremely popular among young people. It's a fast-paced, difficult, physically demanding song that is also incredibly emotionally rich.

Ado just thought that the lead singer named Taka was a monster. He heard that he could run laps around the stadium while singing in his true voice on an E5.

She can cover the vocal range of the song, but to sing it to a level above average is, at least for now, a challenge she feels.

However, at that moment, he heard two men laughing loudly downstairs, and then shortly after, he heard his own voice.

It was recorded about half a year ago, and it was more immature and lacked skill than it is now, but it is definitely her own voice.

That Sakurada student actually played her previous cover songs openly right downstairs from her house.

Ze Muqing felt her cheeks burning. The soundproofing of the old apartment building wasn't very good. Even though she had put on soundproofing pads, she could still hear her singing downstairs.

If she pressed her ear to the ground like that, she could still vaguely hear the discussion between the two men downstairs. Besides Jun Sakurada, another man was praising her talent, which made Ado feel a little smug.

For some reason, she felt that the voice praising her sounded vaguely familiar...

"Xiaoqing? Can I come in now?" The gentle female voice outside the door instantly pulled her back from Ado to Ze Muqing. She hurriedly climbed out of the closet and opened the door. Her mother stood outside, her face full of concern.

"That new neighbor you mentioned who recognized you online, should be home right now, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Ze Muqing nodded obediently.

For Ze Muqing, being recognized by strangers was a small achievement, and she did not hide it from her mother.

"Then let's take this opportunity to visit our new neighbors with a small gift," the mother said with a gentle smile.

"After all, he's the child who made Xiaoqing happy for a long time, so we should thank him in person."

"Me, do I have to go too?" Ze Muqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked.

"Isn't he your fan?" the mother blinked.

So, feeling a little dizzy, Ze Muqing followed her mother downstairs with some homemade gifts and gently knocked on the door.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with... Sawaki-senpai?" Sakurada Jun had just been discussing Ado singing with Taka when he heard the knock on the door. When he opened it, he saw their conversation partner standing at the door with a middle-aged woman.

Hearing that it was their upstairs neighbor coming to visit, Jun Sakurada quickly invited the mother and son into his home:

"Oh dear, you're too kind, madam. Please come in. We haven't had time to tidy up the place properly since we just moved in, so please forgive us."

While Sakurada Jun and Mrs. Sawaki were exchanging pleasantries, Sawaki Ao cautiously followed them inside, still unsure how to ask about Ado and the music that had just played.

Then they saw the door to the room corresponding to their own bedroom open, and a monkey head yawned and curiously poked its head out.

If Ze Muqing wasn't mistaken... she felt she recognized that face; it seemed to be the original singer of the song she had just practiced...

Just now, I was upstairs from the original singer, practicing his hit song.

Ze Muqing's brain is overloaded.