After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Chapter 19 The Queen's Special Tutoring!

The next day, at 1:50 pm.

20th floor of Xinghe Building, Yanjing CBD.

The temporary training room for Ye Lan's team on "The Voice of China".

The other four members of Ye Lan's team had arrived ahead of time.

Gu Qingzhou sat on the leather sofa in the center, wearing a Saint Laurent shirt from the latest season, holding an iced Americano and gently swirling the ice cubes in the glass.

As a rising star heavily promoted by "Huayin Entertainment" and a four-turn contestant, he naturally became the core of the group.

"Relax a bit."

Gu Qingzhou took a sip of coffee and glanced at Song Zixuan, the reserved ordinary girl across from him. "Sister Lan is strict in front of the camera, but she cherishes talent in private. At last year's Golden Melody Awards banquet, she even made a point of clinking glasses with me."

Chen Xi, who was wearing a JK skirt next to him, immediately chimed in, her eyes shining, "Wow, Brother Qingzhou, so Sister Lan had already taken a liking to you? No wonder she chose you as her ace."

Another idol-type guy, Li Bowen, chimed in, "That's right, the center position in this team competition definitely belongs to Brother Qingzhou."

Gu Qingzhou waved her hand, a polite smile on her lips, "The center position isn't important. What's important is getting personal guidance from Sister Lan. It's a rare opportunity, so everyone should cherish it."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the expensive mechanical watch.

"But why hasn't Lin Zhixing arrived yet?"

Gu Qingzhou frowned slightly, tapping her knee with her fingers. "Late for the first training camp? Sister Lan hates people who have no sense of time the most."

Chen Xi pursed her lips, "He's probably afraid of showing his weakness, right? He's the one with the worst basic skills in this room, he's just lucky."

"Luck is also a form of ability." Gu Qingzhou put down his coffee cup, his tone calm. "But under Sister Lan, you can't go far by relying solely on luck."

The moment the words were spoken, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

A middle-aged man with long hair, glasses, and a full beard walked in.

Zhao Yu.

He is a top-tier music producer in the industry and Ye Lan's personal music director, holding an extremely high position in the music world.

Upon seeing Zhao Yu, Gu Qingzhou's arrogance vanished instantly. She sprang up from the sofa, quickly approached him, and stretched out her hands.

"Teacher Zhao! Hello! I'm Gu Qingzhou! I met you at the company's annual meeting before, I've heard so much about you!"

He reached out his hands, wanting to shake Zhao Yu's hands.

Zhao Yu did not reach out, but simply nodded and glanced across the room.

"Is everyone here?"

Gu Qingzhou awkwardly withdrew her hand, wiped it on her pants, and immediately said, "Um... Lin Zhixing hasn't arrived yet."

"Ignore him."

Zhao Yu flipped through the list in his hand. "He's not coming here today."

Not coming here?

Gu Qingzhou was secretly delighted. Was he being directly asked to leave? Or did Ye Lan never intend to take him on at all?

"Then Sister Lan..." Gu Qingzhou asked tentatively.

Zhao Yu stopped, turned around and glanced at them, then adjusted his glasses.

"Sister Lan has something to do today and can't come."

"what?"

Everyone was stunned.

Song Zixuan asked softly, "But...didn't the notice say that the mentor would be meeting with us today for guidance?"

"Sister Lan has important personal matters to attend to, so I will be fully responsible for today's guidance."

Zhao Yu looked at the group and said, "I'll take you to the recording studio and adjust the song selections for each of you. What, you think I'm not qualified enough?"

"No, no!" Li Bowen quickly waved his hand. "Teacher Zhao, you are a top-notch producer. It's our honor to receive your guidance!"

Although Gu Qingzhou was disappointed, she still had to put on a brave face.

He immediately said, "Everyone, please understand. Sister Lan is a superstar, her schedule is definitely packed. Besides, this kind of basic guidance doesn't require Sister Lan to personally come; Teacher Zhao is enough to guide us. This shows that Sister Lan trusts Teacher Zhao and also trusts our comprehension."

"Yes, yes, Brother Qingzhou is right," Chen Xi echoed.

"Alright, enough nonsense, follow me." Zhao Yu was too lazy to listen to their convoluted explanations and turned to lead the way.

......

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

At the same time, in the western suburbs of Yanjing.

The basement of a detached villa.

It is also Ye Lan's private music studio.

The decor here is completely different from the outside, and it's full of life.

The heavy soundproof door completely shut out the outside world, while warm yellow spotlights shone on the carpet, and a faint sandalwood scent filled the air.

Ye Lan is not wearing a formal dress today.

She wore a loose white silk shirt, the loose fabric unable to conceal her undulating curves, and the hem was casually tied in a knot, giving her a relaxed look.

She wore white wide-leg pants with a great drape, and her bare feet were on the carpet. Her feet were fair and white, and her toenails were unpainted, appearing crystal clear and pink.

Her hair was casually tied back with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down beside her ears.

Lin Zhixing glanced at him a few times, thinking, "You're not treating your buddy like an outsider."

"Have you seen enough?"

Ye Lan held a slender pointer in her hand, tapping it lightly against her palm, and looked at Lin Zhixing with a half-smile.

"Ahem...Teacher Ye's outfit today is very casual." Lin Zhixing honestly withdrew his gaze.

Stop being so cheeky.

Ye Lan casually pulled a sheet of music from the piano stand and tossed it to Lin Zhixing.

Ye Lan gently tapped the table. "Let's start with a vocal exercise. I want to hear your control over your soft and mixed voice. Begin."

Lin Zhixing took a breath.

Fortunately, he had the [Singing Mastery] skill as a foundation, plus the vocal attribute he had just acquired yesterday, so he felt somewhat confident.

"ah--"

As the piano accompaniment began, Lin Zhixing started singing along with the scales.

I've only sung two bars.

"stop!"

Ye Lan frowned. "It sounds awful. Your breathing is shallow, all trapped in your chest."

She stood up and walked behind Lin Zhixing.

"Stand still. Feet shoulder-width apart."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a hand slapped heavily on Lin Zhixing's back.

"Snapped!"

"Sit up straight! Don't slouch like a shrimp."

Lin Zhixing quickly straightened his back and raised his head.

"Singing is about supporting your voice with your breath, not squeezing it out with your throat."

Ye Lan moved around to his side, her voice right next to his ear, "How can you sustain high notes if your diaphragm doesn't move at all? Inhale!"

Lin Zhixing's chest suddenly swelled up.

"wrong!"

Ye Lan was getting impatient. "Who told you to inhale with your chest? Focus your breath in your dantian! Inhale here!"

As she spoke, she suddenly reached out and pressed her hand on Lin Zhixing's lower abdomen.

Ye Lan's hands were very cold, and she pressed them against Lin Zhixing's lower abdomen through his thin T-shirt. Lin Zhixing was caught off guard, and his abdominal muscles tensed up instantly.

"What are you so nervous about? I'm not going to eat you."

Ye Lan didn't move her hand away; instead, she pressed down harder. "Relax, inhale into the spot where my hand is pressing. Feel your stomach pushing my hand away."

"Yes, that's the feeling. Keep it up, don't get discouraged!"

She increased the pressure on her hands. "Now, try making a 'hey' sound and use the strength of your lower abdomen to push my hand away."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

It took half an hour of fiddling around.

Lin Zhixing was covered in sweat and felt more tired than if he had run ten kilometers.

But the effect was immediate.

When he sang that vocal exercise again, his voice was noticeably more solid, no longer weak, and his high notes became clearer.

"Not bad, not too stupid."

"Your song 'The Lone Warrior' was popular, but it was supported by the emotions and lyrics. Your basic skills are too scattered, and you have too many unorthodox methods. If you don't lay a solid foundation, your voice won't be able to handle the high-intensity competition later on. Okay, let's practice your breath control today."

Ye Lan picked up the pointer again. "Put on your headphones. Don't expect to eat until you've mastered this scale today."

"Huh? Still practicing?"

"Nonsense! That was just a warm-up!" Ye Lan raised an eyebrow. "What? You want me to massage you?"

"No, no, no! I can do it myself! I can do it myself!"

"Try that transition in the third measure again! Your breath control is off!"

……

Six o'clock in the evening.

Lin Zhixing dragged his heavy legs out of the villa gate. Although his throat was tired, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Just then, a line of light blue text popped up in front of me.

[Ding! After intensive professional guidance and practice, your Singing Proficiency has increased by 10%!]

Lin Zhixing paused, his eyes lighting up.

Oh, there's this benefit too?!