My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

"Girl A"

Zhao Wen knew he would definitely crack his voice, but that's the essence of this song – cracking your voice is part of the song!

During this period, young people in Taiwan were carrying unspoken frustrations. The first few lines of Mr. Snail's lyrics are very simple and straightforward, like a typical campus folk song, telling them that they must strive to pursue their ideals.

But they saw Mr. Snail seem to pause for a second, then say, "Run forward, facing the cold stares and ridicule..."

Their voices cracked! But then, suddenly, their noses started to sting.

The Koreans' backs were tense, their bodies numb; they truly harbored ideals, yet they encountered setbacks at every turn.

Their Chinese was like that of elementary school students, barely able to understand the general meaning. But when Zhao Wen's roar came crashing down, the unyielding emotion directly pierced through the language, allowing them, who were already trying to escape their confinement, to instantly understand the true meaning of the song.

In South Korea, such shouts can only be suppressed in one's heart. But now, in a baseball stadium in a foreign country, hearing such a scene, a surge of anger wells up in their chests. They wave their hands vigorously to the rhythm, their eyes burning, and they sing along in broken Korean... The locals from Taiwan are actually influenced by the outsiders and start waving their arms as well.

Konoe Kazuma kept spraying the mouthwash; he was already out of breath, and his eyes were filled with tears, perfectly illustrating that music truly transcends borders.

Akina Nakamori stood on the side of the stage. She couldn't understand the Chinese lyrics, but her voice didn't lie.

She was used to the industrialization of the Japanese record industry, which polished everyone's high notes to perfection. Zhao Wen's tearing, off-key voice was devoid of beauty, but it carried a kind of powerful force that burned everything.

The seventeen-year-old girl stared blankly at the man on the stage. She didn't know what he had been through, but she knew that he must have had a life full of ups and downs. She unconsciously covered her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes.

After his voice cracked, Zhao Wen completely disregarded his mistake and continued to scream:

Keep running with the pride of a child; rather than lingering on, let's burn brightly!

He recalled the unfulfilled desires of his past life, the desolation after being stabbed 13 times, and so on... Then Mr. Snail's eyes turned red, and the tears he had held back for two lifetimes flowed out.

Zhao Wen's singing was all about emotion, without any technique. However, the more than 10,000 fans in the audience were completely moved. Seeing Mr. Snail shed tears, 99% of the book fans were all in tears, shouting along to the rhythm.

Is this the real Mr. Snail?

"Rather than lingering on in misery, let's burn brightly!"

The evening breeze carried the singing of more than 10,000 people across the entire Tainan Baseball Stadium.

The roars from the audience echoed into the night sky. Book fans who didn't get tickets waited outside, enjoying the exciting moment with the lucky ones inside.

Zhao Wen had never received any vocal training. He relied on fragmented vocal knowledge from his memory and the Tai Chi breathing technique he had secretly learned to tough it out. After finishing the song, he really couldn't hold on any longer and sat down on the stage, sweating and crying as he looked at the audience.

"Can I rest for a bit?"

"Okay!" everyone answered in unison.

Zhao Wen really rested for at least two minutes. The atmosphere below the stage was very enthusiastic, but when Zhao Wen stood up again, everyone shut their mouths.

"First of all, I want to tell everyone that tonight is not a concert, so I will answer ten questions for my friends, and then this meet-and-greet will be over..."

"OK..."

"Mr. Snail, you've touched me!"

"Could we sing first and then talk about the problem...?"

Zhao Wen stopped trying to control the situation and instead instructed Yi An to have her team leaders collect "ten questions".

Each question was written on the stationery provided by "Snail's Home". In addition to the question, the name of the person asking the question was also included. Then Zhao Wen would choose a question, and the spotlight would search for that person all over the place. It took a bit of time, but it was also more fun.

Zhao Wen wanted to take it a little longer; otherwise, how would they manage a two-hour meet-and-greet with three people singing six songs?

Zhao Wen handed the ten selected letters to the host and sat smiling, waiting for the questioner to come up on stage.

The beautiful host called out, following the order of the slips of paper: "Lin Zhiwei!"

The note indicated the direction of the stands, so the spotlight swept towards the left stands, scanning back and forth several times before finally spotting a boy with his arm raised high. However, everyone then heard a voice coming from the right stands as well: "Me, me, my name is Lin Zhiwei!"

The audience roared with laughter and whistles; there were two Lin Chih-weis!

Zhao Wen laughed heartily: "Two Lin Zhiweis! What a coincidence! Both of you, come up here!"

Two teenagers squeezed onto the stage and started fighting over the microphone. Fortunately, the host quickly separated them, otherwise they would have started fighting.

Lin Zhiwei on the right: "Mr. Snail, Voldemort isn't completely dead. Will there be a sequel to 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone'?"

"Of course, and very soon!"

Zhao Wen's affirmative answer made You Linzhiwei doubt his own intelligence, wondering if he had wasted a chance to ask a question.

Lin Zhiwei on the left: "Mr. Snail, Professor Snape seemed like the worst possible guy from beginning to end, but in the end he was actually protecting Harry! Did you intend to write him like this from the start?"

Many readers in the audience were shocked by Snape's reversal and echoed his sentiments.

"I've written him in a gloomy and somber way throughout, making everyone doubt him. I'm trying to deceive everyone. I won't let you see his true stance until the very last chapter. There's something else about him, but I can't say more now. Maybe the next book will make it clear to you."

The audience erupted in groans. The two Lin Zhiweis each received a signed book and became good friends again, walking off the stage arm in arm.

The female host said, "I seriously suspect that these two guys might be working together?"

A shout rang out from the audience: "I can attest that they're in cahoots!"

"Yes! You finally figured it out, they're brothers!"

"Alright, I'm not a police officer, and I don't have any evidence. Let them go... Now, please welcome Chen Mingde!"

A spotlight shone on the middle stand, and a boy in a work shirt raised his hand and stood up.

Chen Mingde: "Mr. Snail, the Philosopher's Stone can grant immortality. Nicolas Flamel lived for so long, why did he ultimately choose to destroy it? Couldn't he have kept it?"

The room fell silent. In fact, every reader had this question.

"Immortality isn't necessarily a blessing; it could very well be a curse. Those who have achieved immortality know that..." Zhao Wen pointed to himself, indicating that he was someone who had achieved immortality.

The audience booed loudly. Chen Mingde knew he had been tricked, but he had no choice but to take the signed book by Mr. Snail and run back.

The host announced again, "Now, let's welcome the rising star who has traveled all the way from Japan—Akina Nakamori!"

The lights suddenly changed, and a beam of cold light fell on the stage entrance.

Akina Nakamori walked onto the stage in her costume from "Girls A," with big wavy hair, heavy eye makeup, and a short skirt, keeping time with the music.

The vast majority of the book fans in the audience did not recognize Akina Nakamori, and very, very few had smuggled DVDs in their hands.

Let me introduce this to you: she is a singer whose singles have sold over a million copies.

With a cool and aloof demeanor and a face full of rebellious youthful energy, she burst forth with a powerful and energetic accompaniment, singing: "Jirettaiwa————"

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A slightly husky yet powerful voice broke through the noise, and the melody of "Girl A" resounded throughout the entire baseball stadium.

In Japan, this song is banned and refused to be broadcast by NHK, the national broadcaster. However, in this open-air stadium in Tainan, there are no such restrictions or censorship constraints because 99% of the people there don't understand it.

Akina Nakamori's eyes sparkled, her body exuding a rebellious allure unique to a seventeen-year-old girl. With her fingertips lightly touching her lips, every lyric and every gesture captivated the attention of everyone in the audience.

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