Chapter 534 - 322: Giving You a Little Shock (Part 2)

"She chose Adam’s ’Whataya Want From Me’ and didn’t even lower the key. I have no idea what she was thinking. Trying to chase every trend... Is that a song just anyone can sing?"

This wasn’t really a jab at He Wenyi, but more of a dig at Wang Sheng.

"Even if he’s the company’s music director, he shouldn’t be going this far."

Guo Peng shrugged. "I don’t know what’s going on either. He’s been lecturing her all morning. They’ve been at it for over two hours and still haven’t gotten a good take. Maybe there’s some conflict between them, who knows."

"So that’s what’s happening."

"Alright, enough about her. Let’s record your song first," Guo Peng said.

"The song is really well-written and fits your movie perfectly. When it’s released, it’s going to generate a lot of buzz."

"That’s what we were thinking. We want to get this recorded as soon as possible."

"Come on, let’s start now. Sing a little, let me hear it."

As he spoke, Guo Peng picked up a guitar and started playing, preparing to test Tang Wan’s skill level.

"Want to see you smile, want to mess with you..."

"Want to hold you in my arms..."

"One second, we’re arguing with flushed faces..."

"The next, we turn around and make up..."

...

"Do you know..."

"That my every heartbeat, beats with you..."

Guo Peng didn’t interrupt Tang Wan, letting her sing the entire song.

There were two places where her pitch was slightly off, but it wasn’t a major issue. This showed that Tang Wan had been practicing seriously.

However, her technique and expression were lacking.

The way she sang, she couldn’t perfectly convey the emotions within the song.

Guo Peng nodded. "To have this kind of result on your first try is pretty good, but there are some issues in certain places."

Afterward, Guo Peng professionally corrected some of her pitch problems, preparing to have Tang Wan sing it again.

"Hold on. Besides the pitch, there are quite a few other problems. That’s not how this song should be expressed."

Guo Peng looked at Lin Jiang with some surprise, then glanced at Fang Jie.

"Sister Fang, isn’t this your company’s president?"

Guo Peng’s meaning was clear: it wasn’t right for a boss, an amateur, to come and coach a professional.

"Our president knows a lot about music theory, too. He’s not here to supervise this time, he’s here to teach Tang Wan how to sing."

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen a president come to coach a singer."

"What, are you questioning our president’s skills?" Fang Jie teased with a smile.

"Not at all, I’ve just never seen it before. After all, everyone has their specialty. I’m guessing President Lin’s strong suit isn’t singing, right?"

[Wild Mob Appears]

[Mob Name: Guo Peng]

[Kill Condition: Display your Singing Talent and make him feel inferior]

[Kill Reward: Instrument Mastery (Master Level), 2,000,000]

[Instrument Mastery: Automatically master the playing methods of all instruments in the world, reaching a Master Level proficiency.]

’This is a pretty good reward.’

"It’s definitely not my strong suit, I’ve just dabbled in it a bit. But Tang Wan is a newcomer, so it’s certainly enough to guide her."

"Then you go ahead. It’ll make my job easier."

Lin Jiang looked at the two women. "You brought the lyrics, right?"

"We did."

Tang Wan took the lyric sheet out of her bag.

"Get me a pen, too."

Tang Wan found a pen and handed it to Lin Jiang.

"Let me mark this up for you..."

"’Want to see you smile, want to mess with you,’ the two ’want’s should be stressed, then let your breath fade out. The tail end of the last two words should be light..."

"For ’Want to see you smile,’ when you sing it, pause between ’Want to see’ and ’you smile,’ but while the sound stops, the breath must continue. Control the rhythm..."

"For ’Want to hold you in my arms,’ your breath should build in strength on ’Want to hold you.’ The word ’you’ is the accent, and then it gradually weakens..."

Over the next half hour, Lin Jiang marked up all the singing techniques and points of attention with the pen.

After listening to Lin Jiang’s instruction, everyone could sense his professionalism. He clearly wasn’t just talking big.

Guo Peng had to admit that Lin Jiang had some real skill. Much of what he said was on point; he definitely wasn’t just spouting nonsense.

"Now, let me demonstrate for you."

"Okay."

Lin Jiang held the lyrics, gathered his emotions for a moment, and began to sing.

"Want to see you smile, want to mess with you, want to hold you in my arms..."

When Lin Jiang’s voice emerged, the three of them were dumbfounded.

No one could have imagined that Lin Jiang could sing a cappella to such a level.

"One second, we’re arguing with flushed faces, the next, we turn around and make up..."

"Once is enough, I’ll be with you ’til the end of time..."

"Laughing heartily on sunny days, bickering freely in the open air..."

"Do you know, my only wish..."

"The world is still small, I’ll go with you to the ends of the earth, in a corner with no worries, we’ll stop searching..."

"Growing old slowly in carefree times, do you know this is all I’ll ever want..."

When Lin Jiang finished singing, all three people in the recording studio were stunned.

They knew Lin Jiang could probably sing well, but they never imagined he would be *this* good!

Little stars were already sparkling in Tang Wan’s eyes, her admiration mixed with a hint of infatuation.

"Holy shit, that was incredible. You’ve completely won me over with that singing."

Guo Peng gave a thumbs-up. "Forget the fact that you’re a president. Even among professional singers, very few can sing at your level. That was just incredible."

[Wild Mob has been killed: Reward Instrument Mastery (Master Level), 2,000,000 cash]

The relevant memories flooded into his mind, and in an instant, Lin Jiang mastered the knowledge and techniques for playing every instrument.

"You’re exaggerating. I was just singing casually."

"President Lin, you’re being too modest. If that was you ’just singing casually,’ then no one else should even bother."

"You’re too kind."

Lin Jiang looked at Tang Wan. "You should know how to sing it now, right? It’s mainly about expressing the emotion. You need to take some time to let it build."

Tang Wan looked at the lyrics, recalling the scenes from the movie.

"I think I’ve found the right feeling. I’ll give it a try."

Then, Tang Wan readjusted her emotions and sang it once following Lin Jiang’s method.

The result this time was much better than her first attempt. Her improvement was obvious.

’Having talent really lets you do whatever you want. Just one lesson and you can see a clear change.’

Lin Jiang corrected a few more obvious mistakes, and then Tang Wan went into the recording booth to record.

The recording process went smoothly. Listening to the finished product, the overall direction was good, but her technique was still a little lacking, which meant the emotional expression was also slightly off.

"Is it not good enough?" Fang Jie leaned over and asked.

"The pitch can be corrected, but the technique is still a bit weak. Her breathing isn’t stable, so it’s missing that gentle, narrative feeling."

"You seem to have mentioned that problem many times."

"Yeah, but the results aren’t great. Her breath control is a bit poor."

"She’s not a professional singer, so it’s normal that she can’t master her breath control perfectly. And it’s not something you can achieve overnight. It requires long-term practice," Guo Peng said.

"But I think her foundation is excellent. If she goes back and practices hard for a few days, she should show clear improvement. When she comes back to record another version, the result will be much better."

Lin Jiang thought so too. Controlling one’s breath requires long-term practice; it’s not something you can learn in an hour or two.

"Let’s call it a day, then. We’ll come back in a few days after she’s made some progress," Fang Jie said.

"Sounds good."

Fang Jie checked her watch. "It’s noon. Want to grab lunch together?"

"Not today. I’m a bit rushed with work. He Wenyi is still waiting outside."

"I’ll ask you again when you’re free."

"Then I won’t stand on ceremony."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, the three of them left the recording studio.

They saw He Wenyi and Wang Sheng in the lounge area outside. But with them was another woman, dressed in jeans and small boots, with long hair flowing over her shoulders. In terms of looks, she was no less attractive than He Wenyi.

"They’re done recording. You guys can come in."

Wang Sheng nodded and said to He Wenyi:

"I already gave you your chance. You wait here for a bit. But let me be blunt: you’ll have to compete with Nana for the chance to perform on stage. Whoever performs better gets the opportunity. Don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Having been scolded, He Wenyi didn’t dare show any strong emotion.

"I understand, Teacher Wang."

Wang Sheng turned back to the girl named Nana, a smile appearing on his face, and they walked into the recording studio together.

Lin Jiang activated his Eye of Talent.

[Name: Yu Na]

[Singing Talent: 78]

[Drama Talent: 61]

Out of curiosity, Lin Jiang glanced at He Wenyi again.

[Name: He Wenyi]

[Singing Talent: 90]

[Drama Talent: 74]

’Her talent is that high?!’