Seeing Lin Rui standing alone in the recording studio, Zheng Jing quickly instructed, "Xiao Liu, quickly bring a chair."

"Sister Zheng, who is this?"

The staff member called Xiao Liu immediately brought over a stool and looked at Lin Rui with some curiosity.

Seeing Zheng Jing's doting expression as she coaxed Lin Rui to sit down, and Shen Yun even poured him a glass of water, not to mention Xiao Liu, everyone in the room couldn't contain their curiosity.

"His name is Lin Rui, and he just joined the composition department today."

Not a celebrity?

He even joined the composition department?

The staff present were shocked. If it hadn't been Zheng Jing who said it, they would never have believed it.

Lin Rui is too young.

From any perspective, it's difficult to associate him with a composer.

"He also has a stage name."

"Fleeting life".

Fleeting life?

This name sounds familiar.

Wait, I think I just saw that!

etc!

Could it be!

A staff member picked up the sheet music from the table, his gaze lingered on a certain area for more than ten seconds, and then looked at Lin Rui sitting on the stool with a look of shock and disbelief.

"You...you...you are...Teacher Fusheng?"

Looking at Lin Rui, Xiao Liu's voice became stammering.

Just call me Lin Rui.

Lin Rui felt slightly uncomfortable under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

Sure enough, some lingering effects from his previous life made him very averse to this feeling of being the center of attention.

Wow!

Life is truly fleeting!

These employees, who have worked in the recording studio for many years, have a deep understanding of music, and it is based on this that they are even more aware of the value of "Those Years".

In their minds, someone who could write such a masterpiece must at least be a middle-aged man who has experienced many vicissitudes and has a wealth of life experience.

But who would have thought that Fusheng is not only a handsome young man, but also so young!

For a moment, they had the illusion that their worldview had collapsed.

"I'd like to hear their previous auditions."

Unable to bear the astonished looks from these people, Lin Rui just wanted to finish the task as soon as possible, pack his bags, and leave.

"No problem, it's already been categorized and edited."

Not far away, a pretty girl immediately responded.

Soon, Lin Rui put on the headset.

In just two minutes, Lin Rui had auditioned eight people.

He wasn't prejudiced; these people's performances were simply too poor. Putting aside their singing skills, the lack of emotion in their voices was enough for Lin Rui to condemn them.

They auditioned four more people, and this time they did develop a connection with the song. However, the audition process was overly technical, making the song, which should have been simple and unadorned, seem flashy and superficial. The excessive delicacy actually made it lose its charm.

This includes Yang Qing.

After going through all sixteen auditions, Lin Rui discovered that none of them met his expectations.

Even Li Mubai, who has excellent singing skills, was a little lacking. It's not that he sang badly, but in Lin Rui's opinion, it always seemed like something was missing.

If there are no better candidates, the decision will have to be left to the company.

Lin Rui thought to himself.

"None of these work?"

Zheng Jing had been observing Lin Rui's expression and had a vague idea of ​​the outcome.

As Lin Rui took off his headset, he was about to share his thoughts when Han Jiayu's voice came through the microphone: "Brother Zhao, I've finished recording."

Han Jiayu walked out of the recording studio with a heavy heart. Unlike Yang Qing, Li Mubai and others, she was not excited and enthusiastic. Instead, she seemed very depressed.

Lin Rui also noticed that Han Jiayu's eyes were misty and slightly red.

"Xiao Han, what are you doing here?" Zheng Jing asked, somewhat surprised.

"Didn't you send me here?"

Han Jiayu looked honest and simple, and then opened the message on her phone.

Zheng Jing frowned slightly. She was indeed the sender, but the message definitely did not come from her.

Zheng Jing glanced at Shen Yun, who was secretly laughing to herself, and instantly guessed what was going on, but didn't say anything: "How was your singing?"

"It should... it should be alright," Han Jiayu said somewhat reservedly.

"Xiao Han, gold shines wherever it is, be more confident," Shen Yun said with a smile.

"Thank you, Sister Chen. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Han Jiayu picked up her guitar again and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, let me hear your audition first."

Lin Rui, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.