Huayu96: My Thirty Years of a Prodigal Son

Zeng Li hesitated whether to sing the new opera-style song that Qin Sheng wrote for her or a regular pop song.

After thinking about it, since Zhao Fang wanted to hear his singing skills, she must want to hear ordinary pop songs.

So he cleared his throat and sang "The Moon Represents My Heart" a cappella.

This is her best song besides opera singing.

After finishing the song, Zeng Li nervously looked at Zhao Fang.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Fang spoke.

"Is that all you've got?"

Zeng Li's smile, which was already strained, froze completely after hearing this comment.

Some stood there, bewildered and at a loss.

Zhao Fang leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at Zeng Li.

"The pronunciation and articulation are barely acceptable, and the breath control is also acceptable."

However, the mid and low frequencies are terrible, and the resonance is also misplaced.

And emotional processing? Ha, you call that emotional processing?

Zeng Li opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

In fact, she didn't understand most of the technical terms Zhao Fang had just used.

When she was learning to sing opera, she also learned music theory, but she learned opera music theory.

Technical terms refer to things like pitch and drum beats.

She didn't really understand things like resonance and mid-to-low frequencies.

Zhao Fang noticed Zeng Li's confusion and her brows furrowed even deeper.

"You don't even know the most basic vocal principles?"

After glancing at Zeng Li's personal information, Zhao Fang immediately threw it back onto the table.

"At twenty years old, I had no formal music education, no performance experience, and no awards."

Aside from being good-looking, you have nothing else.

Tell me the truth, who did you use to get this job?

Zeng Li's face turned pale.

"I... I didn't use any connections, it was Director Chen..."

"What is your relationship with Chen Heping?"

Zhao Fang pinched her brow in annoyance.

"Old Chen does have some influence with me."

But your level is too low. If we go through the normal screening process, you won't even pass the initial review.

Zeng Li lowered his head.

She wanted to argue, but suddenly realized she couldn't.

Because what Zhao Fang said seemed to be true.

My singing skills are indeed not good.

I did get in through connections.

Of course, it's Qin Sheng's relationship, not Chen Heping's.

But in Sister Zhao's eyes, there was no difference.

With its own inherent strength, it should indeed not have been able to reach Sony's doorstep.

Therefore, what Sister Zhao said about herself was correct.

Zeng Li felt like crying; she never expected to face such a situation on her first day of work.

But she didn't cry.

They weren't targeting me intentionally; it's just that I'm not capable enough.

What's there to feel wronged about?

My starting point is already high enough. If I let this little setback defeat me, how can I face Qin Sheng, who helped me?

Biting her lip to calm herself, Zeng Li raised her head again and forced a smile.

"Sister Zhao, I know my skill level isn't high enough right now."

But I will try my best to learn, really, I will definitely try my best to learn.

Zhao Fang silently stared at Zeng Li's resolute face for a few seconds.

Then he picked up the phone on the table and dialed an internal number.

"Old Sun, come down here."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fang said to Zeng Li, "I'll have vocal coach Sun Rong take you under her wing for a month."

You need to start learning from the very basics of music theory and completely redo your fundamentals.

Zeng Li was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

"Okay, thank you, Sister Zhao. I will definitely study hard with Teacher Sun."

Zhao Fang's gaze remained indifferent.

"I will assess you in a month."

If you still don't pass the test, get out of my sights and let Chen Heping arrange someone else to train you.

Hearing these cold and heartless words, Zeng Li almost couldn't maintain her smile.

But she still nodded vigorously.

"I understand, Sister Zhao, I will definitely work hard."

Vocal music teacher Sun Rong came down quickly.

A tall, thin woman in her forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

After Zhao Fang gave a few brief instructions, Sun Rong left with Zeng Li.

Before leaving, Zeng Li glanced back at Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang had already resumed typing on the computer without even looking up.

In the desk drawer, the demo disc left by Chen Heping lay quietly, untouched by anyone.

Following Sun Rong upstairs, Zeng Li took her first formal vocal lesson in the karaoke room.

Sun Rong was patient in her teaching, but her occasional frowns silently confirmed Zhao Fang's assessment.

My own foundation is indeed not good.

At 5 p.m., Zeng Li came out of Sony.

Walking home, the gentle evening breeze caressed her face, and Zeng Li finally felt relieved that she no longer had to hold on.

My nose tingled, and my eyes welled up with tears.

It's not that I think Zhao Fang went too far.

What Zhao Fang said is true.

What saddened her was that she felt she was truly unworthy of the opportunity Qin Sheng had fought for for her.

Qin Sheng was so confident and composed in front of Liu Huan.

Mao Amin and Na Ying both praised his songs highly.

And what about yourself?

She couldn't even pass an audition with an agent.

The gap is too big.

Zeng Li wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and suppressed all her emotions.

Qin Sheng must not find out.

He has already helped me so much.

The opportunity to sign a contract, a dowry of 388,000 yuan, and that little golden dragon necklace.

I can't rely on him for everything.

He is a genius, and he has his own path to follow.

You have to walk your own path.

When they arrived at the apartment building, Zeng Li raised her hand to touch the small golden dragon pendant on her chest, and then composed her expression.

Only after confirming that there were no signs of crying did I go upstairs.

Push open the door.

A crackling sound came from the kitchen.

Qin Sheng was actually cooking.

Hearing the door open, Qin Sheng poked his head out from the kitchen.

"You're back? You must have had a hard day. I'll cook, you can rest."

Zeng Li was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

No matter how much you suffer outside, at least at home, there are people who love you.

"I'll do it."

Zeng Li stepped forward, trying to snatch the spatula from Qin Sheng's hand.

Qin Sheng persisted, but Zeng Li persisted even more.

Qin Sheng had no choice but to smile and move aside.

While Zeng Li was busy cooking, Qin Sheng leaned in from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"How was your day? Is your manager easy to get along with?"

Zeng Li paused for a moment.

It was only a brief pause, and then everything returned to normal.

"That's great. Sister Zhao is very professional; she even arranged a vocal coach for me."

"Oh? That's good, you just need to learn it systematically."

"Mmm." Zeng Li nodded, smiled, and turned to kiss Qin Sheng on the cheek.

"Did your recording go well today?"

Qin Sheng smiled confidently.

"Everything is going very smoothly. If all goes well, it should be ready for release within a week."

Zeng Li nodded.

In that case, Qin Sheng will definitely be very busy lately.

I must not cause him any trouble.

Not long after finishing her meal, Yuan Quan went to work.

Zeng Li and Qin Sheng stayed at home to recuperate.

Upon arriving in the bedroom, Qin Sheng scribbled and drew at his desk for a while before absentmindedly going to take a shower.

He just ate it, and now is when his craving is at its peak.

Seeing Qin Sheng's burning gaze, Zeng Li smiled gently, quickly finished her shower, and obediently came to Qin Sheng's side.

You shouldn't bring your emotions from outside into the home.

Qin Sheng had a busy day and was tired.

He is the pillar of the family, so I should restrain my emotions, take good care of him, and help him relax.

And so, gentle yet clumsy, Zeng Li came to Qin Sheng...