I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

This suggestion instantly brought the atmosphere to another climax.

Improvisation!

This is the best way to test a musician's overall abilities!

The lyrics, music, arrangement, and performance must all be completed in one go within a very short time.

Lin Junjie's expression also turned serious. This was precisely his forte.

"This is interesting!"

Leslie Cheung's playful side was rekindled, and he excitedly nudged Xiao Chen's arm.

"Xiao Chen, let's have a competition! Show them what Grammy-level creative ability really is!"

Xiao Chen's song "Baby," which became a global hit, was improvised by this guy in the recording studio in less than half an hour.

Seeing Zhou Jielun's determined attitude of not giving up until he completely subdued him, and then looking at the expectant crowd around him, Xiao Chen finally nodded helplessly.

"it is good."

In short, it was decisive and efficient.

Jay Chou perked up and immediately began making arrangements.

"To be fair, we'll have the two ladies pose the questions!"

"Dilraba, Mei-jie, each of you should come up with a creative theme!"

All eyes were on Dilraba and Anita Mui.

Dilraba was a little nervous. She looked at the four radiant men beside her, and then at the deep night sky above her.

She thought for a moment, then spoke in a crisp voice.

"Hmm... It's nighttime now, so let's use 'night' as the theme."

It is simple, yet full of endless room for imagination.

Everyone nodded, agreeing that it was a good topic.

Then, their gaze turned to Anita Mui.

Mei Yanfang pondered for a moment, then raised her head, looked at the bright crescent moon on the horizon, and smiled gently.

"Where there is night, there should naturally be a moon."

"My theme is 'the moon'."

night.

moon.

Two poetic and imaginative themes were gently cast into this quiet courtyard.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Jay Chou, JJ Lin, Leslie Cheung, and Xiao Chen.

Four top musicians representing different eras and styles met in the air, their eyes meeting with a mixture of fighting spirit, excitement, and anticipation.

Now that the topic had been set, the smell of gunpowder on the terrace of the Mushroom House instantly overshadowed the coolness of the evening breeze.

Jay Chou and Lin Junjie exchanged a glance, their eyes both filled with determination.

As the "twin stars" of the new century in the Chinese music scene, they are well aware of each other's strengths.

This kind of assigned essay is all about who can generate inspiration faster.

Jay Chou tapped his long, slender fingers lightly on his knees, searching for a sense of rhythm.

Lin Junjie closed his eyes, his lips moving slightly, as if sketching the lines of a melody in his mind.

As for Xiao Chen...

He simply leaned back lazily in his chair, his long legs crossed, seemingly not taking this a battle of honor at all.

That breathtakingly handsome face appeared even more perfect under the dim light.

Dilraba rested her chin on her hand, her gaze never leaving Xiao Chen.

Even after so many years in the entertainment industry full of handsome men, she still thinks her own brother Chen is the most good-looking.

"Have you thought it through?"

Mei Yanfang smiled and tapped the table.

"I'll go first."

Lin Junjie opened his eyes, his tone revealing a gentle confidence.

He certainly has the talent; the refinement of countless hit songs has given him an almost intuitive control over melody.

"The night is too long, and memories wander under the moonlight."

Loneliness lurks in every corner.

His a cappella voice was clear and pure, and his transitions were as smooth as gliding on ice.

Jay Chou raised an eyebrow, not to be outdone.

He reached directly for the electronic keyboard next to him and randomly pressed a few chords.

"The darkness of night, whose tears does it conceal?"

"The beauty under the moonlight, whose sins does it take away?"

Typical of Zhou's style, with a strong sense of rhythm and a touch of aloof romance.

After they finished singing, their eyes turned to Xiao Chen.

It wasn't that they looked down on Xiao Chen; after all, he was a Grammy winner.

But in their preconceived notions, Xiao Chen is a movie star, an actor.

Even if "Baby" becomes a global hit, it may just be a flash in the pan.

Songwriting is all about accumulating experience and performing skills.

They felt that someone like Xiao Chen, who became famous too early and is worth hundreds of millions, is probably busy investing and filming now.

Improvisation?

That's a tough job.

Leslie Cheung suddenly raised his hand, his face full of helplessness as he smiled.

"I abstain."

"You young people are too frivolous. I'll just be a good listener."

Everyone laughed; this double legend in the film and music industries seemed quite relaxed at this moment.

"Xiao Chen, it's your turn."

Mei Yanfang raised an eyebrow at Xiao Chen, her eyes full of doting affection.

She wanted to see what her little brother, who always brought surprises, would have to offer this time.

Xiao Chen straightened up and winked at the camera.

At that moment, even the photographer behind him felt his heart skip a beat.

"I've made a fool of myself."

His voice was soft, yet very magnetic.

He didn't touch the instrument; he just snapped his fingers casually.

"On this night, we always have so many things we want to say but can't say."

"Perhaps, this is the meaning of the night."

He spoke slowly, his voice carrying a unique, gritty quality.

"You will never understand my sorrow, just as the day cannot understand the darkness of the night."

"Like that mountain, whose course of the river is unknown."

"Like that cloud, whose destination is unknown due to the wind."

"You will never understand my sorrow, just as the day cannot understand the darkness of the night."

The entire terrace suddenly fell into an extremely eerie silence.

There was no accompaniment, only the clear, spring-like sound echoing in the night sky.

The lyrics are too harsh.

He used just a few simple words to capture the sense of alienation from unrequited love, directly striking into everyone's hearts.

Lin Junjie's smile froze.

As a songwriter, he understands all too well the destructive power of this combination of lyrics and music.

Jay Chou stared blankly at Xiao Chen, almost dropping the electronic keyboard in his hand.

Is this called "improvisation"?

Is this what you call "not many singles"?

With a melody and lyrics of this caliber, it would definitely be a top contender for this year's best song.

"Oh my god..."

Dilraba murmured to herself, her eyes even a little red.

She was truly struck by those words.

The program's director was behind the monitor, excitedly rubbing his hands repeatedly.

Breaking news!

This is the tipping point for the ratings!

"Vote, judges."

Xiao Chen, on the other hand, looked completely calm and smiled as he watched everyone.

"Is there even a need to vote?"

Anita Mui was the first to raise her hand, her tone extremely decisive.

"I vote for Xiao Chen; these lyrics resonated deeply with me."

"I'm voting for Brother Chen too!"

Dilraba agreed without hesitation.

Leslie Cheung slapped his thigh and laughed.

"There's no suspense anymore, I'm also voting for Xiao Chen."

"You two lads, you deserved to lose."

Almost all the staff members raised their hands.

Although Jay Chou and Lin Junjie's works are also excellent, Xiao Chen's song elevates the artistic conception to a higher level.