You Were Told to Write Songs, But You Overturned the Literary World?

Lin Rui transmigrated to a parallel world and awakened a show business system.

Here, there is no hunger, no smoke of war, and the entire populace adores entertainment. It's truly the pinn...

Chapter 149 Better Late Than Never? (1/2)

Chapter 149 Mending the Fence After the Sheep Have Gone?

These eight lucky individuals, who had gone through numerous selection processes, underwent a complete transformation in their mental outlook thanks to Luo Xiang's heartfelt words.

Tan Xu, as a more representative character among the eight, has a pair of eyes that the national treasures regard as relatives. From the moment the car started, he was huddled in the back seat. Apart from occasionally drooping his head to prove that he was still alive, his behavior was no different from that of a corpse.

As for the energetic Xue Mingyu, he was equally listless. After a night of intense study, what he missed most now was not the dazzling female students, but the soft-cushioned bed.

"Get off the bus."

Luo Xiang cleared his throat.

The recording studio in front of us is quite large, with seven or eight separate recording rooms of various sizes.

The person in charge of receiving them was Chen Jiaxuan's assistant. Seeing how energetic the group looked as they got out of the car, the assistant thoughtfully had coffee bought for them.

Chen Jiaxuan had a business friend who had some financial problems and borrowed money from Chen Jiaxuan, using this recording studio as collateral.

Later, due to insufficient income, the company declared bankruptcy, and the recording studio became Chen Jiaxuan's private property.

Normally, it wasn't well maintained, but when Lin Rui called to ask for help finding a recording studio, it reminded me of this business, and I sent people over that day to clean and repair it.

Compared to yesterday, Qi An, Yao Man, and others have shown significant improvement.

This improvement has nothing to do with ability, but rather with attitude.

The restlessness lessened considerably. Ever since entering the recording studio, even Xue Mingyu, who was usually the most energetic, calmed down. This change immediately reminded Lin Rui of Luo Xiang.

Luo Xiang must have said something to them.

Of course, Lin Rui didn't care about the process; he only cared about the result.

The company had already sent the backing track audio, and with the melody as their guide, the group quickly got into the zone and all demonstrated impressive singing skills.

Although this level of skill is still quite different from that of second-tier artists, it is more than enough to handle an amateur competition.

During this time, Lin Rui also took the initiative to correct the mistakes of Yan Junchu, Gu Yingying and Jiang Qiuyu.

Fortunately, the three of them listened to the advice and were immediately amazed after trying Lin Rui's solution.

Even Qi An, Yao Man, and others, who sang almost flawlessly, humbly sought advice. This scene made Luo Xiang, who was in charge of supervision, think to himself that these young people were teachable.

Students, cherish this hard-won opportunity.

It's not too late to realize this now.

"Okay, pack up and let's go back."

It was already dark by now.

The group returned to the minibus, all looking exhausted.

Halfway through the journey, many people started to feel sleepy, but the singing that suddenly started inside the bus woke them up.

Gently awaken the sleeping soul.

Slowly open your eyes.

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Yao Man, who was originally extremely sleepy, suddenly perked up.

She recognized the voice; it was her singing.

Zhong Sixin and the others sitting to the side also sat up straight.

Even Tan Xu and Xue Mingyu, who were fast asleep, were woken up by Qi An and Yan Junchu.

Everyone in the car, including the driver, listened quietly.

As the singing gradually subsided, the crowd came to their senses.

"We sang it?"

When was it recorded?

"That's amazing! I never thought I could sing so well."

"The teamwork this time was fantastic."

Everyone started talking at once.

Despite the dim lighting inside the car, the excitement on each other's faces could still be seen.

Luo Xiang glanced at Lin Rui in the front row, then looked at the crowd.

"I will send you the audio once we get to the hotel."

"After you take a shower, listen to it a few more times, then get some rest and prepare for tomorrow's semi-final."

"Also, no one is allowed to transmit the audio."

Luo Xiang gave a few serious instructions and then had the driver play them again.

The venue is still the same, but the popularity is even more exaggerated than before.

The reason is simple.

Xu Huijing and Ye Yinhui appeared at the press conference for the Eight Schools Tournament and then watched the quarterfinals.

Major investment firms have dispatched top teams, seemingly to scout for promising talents.

Even first- and second-tier celebrities have been making frequent appearances.

This series of bizarre moves makes it clear to anyone with a brain that this amateur tournament is hiding a hidden talent.

However, the response from small and medium-sized companies was lukewarm, and they didn't want to get involved.

Not only is it a waste of manpower and money, but it also doesn't please anyone.

Even if there were truly good prospects, they wouldn't get a chance.