novelraw Chapter 68: Added Tan Jingjing on WeChat
Chapter 68: Added Tan Jingjing on WeChat
It would be an injustice not to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Song Ze quickly locked onto the options on the virtual screen in his mind.
"extract!"
A large number of diagrams about the resonance ratio of the chest cavity and head cavity, along with data on the muscle exertion during vocal cord closure, violently crashed into the cerebral cortex.
No need for massive amounts of practice, no need for years of tedious honing.
This means you get a top-notch voice-generating method for free.
This charity gala was totally worth it.
Song Ze brought up the system panel.
Several lines of light blue, semi-transparent data scrolled and refreshed rapidly.
[Singing: Expert Level (4512/10000)]
The proficiency level for long strips increased by a full thousand points.
The numbers, which had remained stagnant for months, have taken a giant leap.
A new line of small print popped up below.
Sub-skill: [Voice Fusion: Beginner (1/100)]
This is a winning streak.
"Thanks."
Tan Jingjing opened her phone and handed the WeChat QR code to Song Ze.
"Those few lines of singing just now resolved a knot that had been bothering me for the past few days. Let's add each other on WeChat."
Top national team athletes proactively handed over their QR codes.
Song Ze immediately activated the scan function on his phone.
Stabilize the chassis.
This guy is a true big shot on par with Sa Dingding.
In the entertainment industry, who complains about having thick thighs?
"You're too kind. It's just a makeshift method I came up with by chance; I'm glad you don't mind."
drop.
Friend added successfully.
Tan Jingjing looked down and typed on the keyboard on the screen.
"This approach is very accurate; let's exchange ideas more often when we have time."
Song Ze changed his nickname to "Tan Jingjing (National Team Star)".
"Always ready, responding whenever needed."
The heavy wooden door to the lounge was pushed open.
Yang Mi walked in, wearing high heels.
She stopped at the doorway.
In the sofa area, Tan Jingjing, who is known for her reclusive personality and focus on technology, was checking WeChat IDs with Song Ze on her phone.
The social distance between the two narrowed to that of normal acquaintances.
The initial resistance and awkward silence from ten minutes ago vanished completely.
Yang Mi glanced at Tan Jingjing's phone screen, then at Song Ze's arm casually draped over the sofa armrest.
"What are you talking about, you seem so engrossed?"
Tan Jingjing put her phone into her black clutch.
"Let's discuss vocal techniques. Xiao Song is a rare talent."
So they're calling him "Little Song" now?
Just ten minutes ago, he wouldn't even look at people properly.
Yang Mi pulled up a chair and sat down, casually adjusting the sequins on her fishtail skirt.
"That's great. My son Song Ze is about to debut on 'Singer,' so we'll have to ask Teacher Tan for guidance."
Tan Jingjing straightened her skirt.
"Let's learn from each other. I need to go back and adjust the instrumentation and arrangement for 'Masked Singer,' excuse me."
The door was closed tightly again.
Yang Mi walked over and sat down on the single sofa next to Song Ze.
Interlace your fingers and rest your chin on the back of your hand.
"What did you do? You dragged this god down from his pedestal and added him on WeChat in ten minutes?"
Song Ze finished the remaining warm water in the paper cup.
"Probably because I'm quite down-to-earth."
It's 11 p.m.
A black Alphard van was driving on the Yanjing Third Ring Road elevated highway.
The streetlights outside the car window rushed past.
Yang Mi leaned back in the leather airline seat, kicked off her high heels, and reached out to press her aching calves.
"Don't try to fool me. Tan Jingjing is a notorious tech fanatic. You could count the number of singers in this industry who meet her standards on two hands. Do you think you can get her to add you on WeChat?"
Song Ze was wearing Bluetooth headphones and playing a match-3 game on his phone screen.
"I didn't really do anything. She encountered a technical bottleneck in her arrangement, and the fusion of folk singing style and bel canto was too awkward, so I just hummed a transitional section for her."
Yang Mi stopped pressing her calves and turned to look at him.
"You're using unorthodox methods to coach the national team?"
"Whatever the path, as long as you can get over that hurdle, it's a good path. She got stuck in a rut, so I just handed her a ladder."
An explosion effect popped up on the screen.
Customs clearance successful.
Yang Mi did not dwell on this topic.
She took a bottle of coffee from the small incubator next to her and unscrewed the cap.
"Those reporters covering the red carpet tonight were clearly instructed to set a trap. Your response was brilliant."
"That reporter wearing a baseball cap almost shoved his recording pen into my tonsil."
Yang Mi took a small sip of sparkling water.
"Your handling of the situation in the last half hour tonight immediately reduced the risk assessment within Jiaxing to the minimum. With your smoothness and the solid professional skills to keep Tan Jingjing in check."
She turned the glass bottle in her hand.
"Jaywalk is currently burdened with a 300 million yuan bet. I'm surrounded by people waiting for me to stumble. Your performance today showed me a possibility of breaking free from the constraints of capital. You've fully lived up to that S-level strategic partnership agreement."
Song Ze put his phone in his pocket and adjusted the height of his headrest.
"If the boss pays well, the employees will definitely work hard."
"Don't get carried away. The format of 'Singer' has been drastically changed this year. You helped Tan Jingjing today, but when you actually stand on that stage, she will definitely not go easy on you. She will be extremely wary of you."
"I couldn't have gotten it."
One o'clock in the morning.
Park Hyatt Hotel Executive Suite.
Song Ze ripped off the tie that was tightly around his neck and threw his bespoke suit jacket onto the sofa.
Socializing is more tiring than holding three concerts in a row.
After taking a hot shower, he took a dry towel and dried his hair.
The phone screen on the bed lit up.
Open WeChat.
[Sweet Girl in Action] sent me a picture.
A hand-drawn Q-version simple line drawing on a memo board.
A three-tiered cake with a thick candle on top, the number "10" drawn in the candle flame.
There were also several little figures drawing fireworks next to it.
A text message then popped up.
"Senior brother! Reporting to you, there are only ten days left until my energy block (birthday edition) expires! I'm looking forward to your big birthday gift! [Cat peeking out.jpg]"
Song Ze glanced at the small cake with its extremely chaotic composition.
The fatigue I had accumulated during the day from dealing with those seasoned veterans had mostly dissipated.
The young girl not only had to cope with the intense professional courses at the Shanghai Theatre Academy, but also had to watch and take notes on past recordings of "Singer," yet she still had the leisure to draw simple sketches.
The King of Scrolls' energy is indeed extraordinary.
He typed a reply with one hand.
"Received. You can start making the gift list now. Don't make any requests that are beyond Earth's technological capabilities."
The other person was typing for three seconds.
"Yay! What's the budget limit? I want a complete set of handmade dessert molds and two months of unlimited carb intake! [rubbing hands.jpg]"
Song Ze draped a dry towel over the back of the chair.
"The budget depends on my mood. I can buy the molds. Don't even think about unlimited carbs. If He Yan catches you getting fat, he'll personally come to Shanghai and put you in a spin dryer to dehydrate you."
The other side sent a panda head emoji of someone vomiting blood, collapsing to the ground, and convulsing.
This is followed by a voice message.
Click to play.
"Senior brother, you have no heart! Today, Sister Bailu even stole my last half bag of potato chips! You guys at Xingyao are engaging in gang bullying!"
Song Ze pressed the voice button.
"Don't lie to me. Your senior sister Bailu is filming in Hengdian. She doesn't have time to come to your university to steal your potato chips. Go to sleep early. If you dare to be late for your early class tomorrow, I'll cut off your snack supply for a week."
Everything is ready.
Bai Lu is filming in Hengdian, gaining experience points.
Tian Xiwei is lurking in the "Singer" partner camp.
Wang Churan's contract was also locked in Xingyao's safe.
My voice and skill level have both reached their peak since I entered the industry.
Once he sorts out all these lines, he will be able to retaliate against those who want to mess with him.
Song Zegang put down his phone and prepared to draw the curtains.
Zhang Juan's call popped up.
The ringing was especially jarring in the quiet suite.
Song Ze pressed the answer button and casually turned on speakerphone.
A rapid rustling of papers came from the other end of the phone, interspersed with the sound of a water glass shattering on the floor.
Zhang Juan spoke with heavy breathing.
"Something's happened!"
Song Ze stopped in his tracks.
"Don't panic, tell me what happened."
"Wang Churan's situation has exploded. Her mother somehow found out about the reserve contract. Half an hour ago, she stormed into the evening study room of the Shanghai Opera Affiliated High School, forcibly took Wang Churan to the car, and drove her back."
Zhang Juan slammed her hand on the table.
"She just called me and started swearing, making it clear that she would absolutely not let her daughter sign with Star Shine."
Song Ze walked to the coffee table and picked up a glass of ice-cold mineral water.
"continue."
"After she finished cursing, she made a statement."
Zhang Juan paused for a moment, and then she heard the sound of someone swallowing.
"Someone is planning to pay them double the penalty for breach of contract, wanting to buy out that reserve contract!"