Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Luo Qianyu started causing trouble behind Xu Qing's back on the third day.

That day, Xu Qing went to the headquarters of Tencent Music to deal with copyright issues, which would take up the whole day. Before leaving, he heated up some white fungus soup and put it on the table, then casually sent a WeChat message: "Don't order takeout for lunch, finish the soup."

Luo Qianyu replied with an "OK" instantly.

She turned around, locked the door, and dialed a number.

"Ms. Zhao, are you available this afternoon?"

Zhao Ming, on the other end of the phone, is a well-known radical vocal coach in the industry.

They specialize in taking urgent orders to break through vocal ranges in a short period of time, charging outrageous fees and employing even more unconventional methods.

His signature quote is: "I don't teach singing, I teach emotional outbursts."

Luo Qianyu found him on an underground singer forum; the post title was incredibly arrogant: "Developing High F in two weeks is not a dream."

The comments section was filled with criticism, but there were also a few positive feedbacks.

Luo Qianyu doesn't care about the truth or falsehood.

All she wants now is to find a way—a way to defeat all those foreign devils on the next stage without sucking Xu Qing's blood, just by using her raw voice.

She used her alternate account to browse all the negative trending topics online.

"Karaoke level".

"A human-shaped jukebox."

"Xu Qing's personal tool."

Every single word he uttered hit her sore spots perfectly.

The most fatal flaw is that she doesn't even have the confidence to play her main account in lane, because she herself is insecure.

"Bubble" was a song chosen by Xu Qing, evoking the emotions he evoked; "Tornado" was a rhythm he taught her while holding her waist; "Darkness Falls" was the accompaniment he played with his cracked tiger's mouth.

If you dismantle those stages that conferred the title of gods, you'll find Xu Qing's name etched into their very bones and blood.

Luo Qianyu wasn't angry at Hei Zi; she only hated herself for not being strong enough.

Zhao Ming's studio is located on the basement floor of an old commercial building in the eastern part of the city.

The soundproofing is top-notch, with thick sound-absorbing cotton covering the walls and hardcore acoustic equipment piled up in the corners.

In their first meeting, Zhao Ming pointed to the microphone and asked her to belt out a high C.

Luo Qianyu opened her mouth and easily caught it.

Zhao Ming leaned back against the piano and scoffed, "You can find tons of people with this awful pitch at karaoke. You're spending a fortune just to hear me praise you as awesome?"

Luo Qianyu clenched her teeth tightly: "High F. I need to consistently output High F within two weeks."

Zhao Ming raised an eyebrow, stared at her for a few seconds as if she were a monster, and then suddenly laughed.

That smile had a crazy, perverted feel to it.

"Okay, that's enough."

Zhao Ming opened the drawer and tossed out a small, unbranded medicine bottle.

"Vocal cord dilator, one pill before practice, one pill after practice."

Luo Qianyu stared at the broken bottle without even a label, her fingers frozen for two seconds.

Then, without blinking, she unscrewed the lid.

From that day on, as soon as Xu Qing left the house, Luo Qianyu would head straight for the basement.

The training method was simple and brutal; they just pushed hard.

Starting from C5, repeat fifty times for each semitone raised.

Can't push it up?

He took drugs and kept training.

The vocal cords are forcibly stretched to their limit and then snapped back hard.

Without warming up or relaxing, the entire process was a challenge to my physical limits.

On the fourth day, Luo Qianyu finally reached the threshold of D6.

The explosive high-pitched sound penetrated directly into the air, causing the sound-absorbing cotton on the wall to crumble and fall.

Zhao Ming clapped wildly on the side, as excited as a madman.

Luo Qianyu clutched her throat and bent over, coughing so hard it felt like she had swallowed a handful of shards of glass.

But she stubbornly refused to stop.

On the sixth day, her usual voice began to sound unnatural.

It's not that he's tired and hoarse, but rather that every sound has a harsh, grating quality, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to.

At the dinner table, Xu Qing stopped picking up food.

What's wrong with your throat?

Luo Qianyu's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up with a smile.

"I caught a cold and just took some medicine."

Xu Qing stared intently at her.

Luo Qianyu met his gaze and perfectly embodied the word "well-behaved".

She has two special skills in her life: one is to roll up her sleeves to the extreme, and the other is that her acting skills when rolling them up are comparable to those of an award-winning actress.

"Drink more hot water."

Xu Qing looked away and didn't ask any further questions.

Luo Qianyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.

The moment the grain of rice went down, a dull, knife-like pain shot through my throat.

On the eighth day, she forcefully broke down the door of E6.

Zhao Ming was so excited in front of the piano that he kept slapping his thigh, exclaiming that she was a ruthless person.

But he didn't notice that after singing that note, Luo Qianyu gripped the wall tightly and it took her a full half minute to recover before she collapsed.

On the tenth day, an unexpected event occurred.

Xu Qing went home early to retrieve a USB drive for the copyright handover.

The living room was empty, the bedroom door was ajar, and water was running in the bathroom.

After Xu Qing went to the study to get her things, she passed by the trash can and casually pushed the tissue that had fallen off the edge into it.

My fingertips suddenly touched something wet.

He glanced down and his gaze instantly fixed on something.

On the crumpled tissue, a few streaks of blood were conspicuously visible.

Xu Qing froze on the spot.

He crouched down, held his breath, and slowly unfolded the tissue.

It wasn't blood.

It was that kind of dark, grayish pink mixed with saliva.

Xu Qing had seen this color in medical reports.

The vocal cord mucosa was severely torn, and the tissue fluid coughed up looked like this!

The bathroom door clicked open.

Luo Qianyu walked out wiping her face with a towel, and when she looked up, she met Xu Qing's gaze directly.

He just squatted quietly next to the trash can, holding the blood-stained tissue in his hand.

His eyes were terrifyingly deep.

Luo Qianyu's face turned deathly pale in an instant, all color draining away.

"Xu Qing, listen to me..."

"How many days has it been?"

The voice was extremely soft, yet it carried an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Luo Qianyu instinctively took a half step back, her back slamming against the door frame.

She opened her mouth, but it was as if someone had choked her, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Xu Qing slowly stood up and threw the tissue back into the trash can.

No one smashed anything, no one swore; the calm was unsettling.

He stared intently at Luo Qianyu, a sense of despair she had never seen before welling up in his eyes.

It wasn't anger, it was utter fear.

"Go to the hospital tomorrow."

Luo Qianyu panicked, her voice hoarse like a leaky bellows: "Really, it's not necessary, I just had a sore throat from eating spicy food—"

"Luo Qianyu".

The moment he called out her full name, his tone turned completely somber.

That suppressed calm made Luo Qianyu's blood run cold.

"We're going to the hospital tomorrow. This is not negotiable."