[Rebirth] Messiah of the Nightingale

Qi Yan sneezed suddenly and couldn't help rubbing his nose, thinking that someone must be talking about him.

The first thing he did after he dropped his backpack was to throw himself on the bed.

The elastic Simmons threw up his young torso, buried his face in the dark ivory fabric, and sighed comfortably.It was just a pure cotton bed sheet, but ten years later it would be a luxury. He hadn't enjoyed such a comfortable bed for a long time.

Qi Yan stretched his limbs, rolled from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, then reluctantly got up, took out all the pudding raw materials from the package and filled the desk.Then according to the recipe requirements, pour eggs, milk, whipped cream and white sugar into the cup in proportion, take out the mixer and start researching.

The silver-white handheld blender is not like a kitchen item, but more like a futuristic weapon, shining with a cold light.

He removes a stirrer, sticks the separate stick into the mug, and turns it to the slowest speed.A shiny silver metal stirring rod stirred a cup of suspiciously colored semi-liquid into a pale yellow with a silky sheen.

Then, there was a crisp sound of "ding--" in my ear.

Messiah 2.0: "Use the primary blender to increase the synthesis success rate by 10%, and the current success rate is 110%."

"There is actually a 110% success rate... Are you bad at math?" Qi Yan shook his head silently and sighed, but Messiah 2.0 ignored him.

Qi Yan opened the panel and switched to the synthesis interface. The silver-gray and shiny microwave oven was suspended in mid-air, and the oven door was slowly opened from top to bottom.

He put the mug into the microwave oven, found the recipe of Fengming pudding on the LCD control interface next to the oven door, selected it, and confirmed it.

The microwave oven closed the glass door and spun quickly, and it spun faster and faster, soon Qi Yan saw only a bunch of afterimages like windmills.

Qi Yan: "..." This is too unscientific. If it is turned like this, the centrifugal force will make the liquid in the mug splash everywhere. How can this be dessert?

After 30 seconds, there was another crisp "ding—" sounding, like a reminder that the microwave oven had finished cooking.

The oven door opened slowly, and mugs came out steaming hot.Qi Yan caught it carefully, the temperature was just right, not hot at all.The yellow, tender and crystal-clear pudding exudes a strong custard aroma, tempting the appetite.

Messiah 2.0 prompt: "First-level formula Fengming's pudding synthesis is a big success, the efficacy is increased by 5%, and the duration is increased by 5%."

Immediately afterwards, a tiny golden spot of light floated on the top of the panel, and the task bar jumped out automatically.

Main task (100): The first synthesis has been completed.Get a lottery ticket, get [-] experience points, and the user has been upgraded.

Existing properties:

Level2exp: 0200

Intelligence 8 Charm 8 Constitution 8

Wisdom 8 Dexterity 8 Strength 6

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, please continue to work hard.

Qi Yan squatted on the ground in a daze while holding the mug. The style of the writing really changed, and the customer service did not lie to him.

He took a bite of the pudding, which was different from the egg pudding sold in the store. It was semi-liquid, with a smooth texture like silk. It was sweet but not greasy, and instead brought out a wonderful refreshing feeling.Qi Yan actually likes to eat sweets, but in order to create a cool and handsome image, he never admits it, and eats it secretly.Now that the opportunity was rare, he happily ate up a cup of pudding.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of heat slid through the throat, and the previous foreign body sensation and slight swelling and pain disappeared.

Messiah 2.0 prompt: "Take a piece of Fengming's pudding to eliminate all negative status related to vocal music, and increase all vocal related skills by 15%, lasting for 10.5 hours."

It would be too difficult not to treat this thing as a game... Qi Yan covered his face while continuing to throw the remaining materials into the microwave oven to synthesize.A total of five more puddings were generated, put in disposable plastic bowls, and stored in the package.

At [-]:[-], outside the vocal room A, there were more than a dozen people standing crowded together.Most of them are still in training, young people who have not made their debut or have just made their debut, they can be regarded as the descendants of Qi Yan and Du Feng.

Xinghui Infinite was established less than ten years ago, and has cultivated three generations of artists. The first generation is represented by He Qianming and Chen Yao, who are only one step away from the front line; the second generation is represented by Qi Yan, Du Feng, and Han Weiwei. up-and-coming.

Qi Yan and Du Feng are currently taking the route of pure singers, while Han Weiwei has been promoted to one of the five small female roles in TV dramas.

The third generation, that is, the group of boys and girls gathered outside the training room, is also the star of tomorrow who Xinghui has traveled all over the country and carefully selected.Now, I am watching with burning eyes the seniors who are the models of success enter the training room.

Du Feng went downstairs after talking on the phone. Today is the final training and rehearsal, which is related to the future of Beacon, so everyone attaches great importance to it.Before entering the door, he heard the teenagers whispering.

Some said: "Brother Xiao Yan, are you okay? I heard that you got into a fight and your throat was hurt?"

Some said: "Don't spread rumors, it's impossible. If you get injured, you will definitely cancel the training." This is the rational school.

Others said: "Maybe I'm just holding on, fearing that others will take his spot in the limelight. After watching him practice his voice, I still don't know how to make a fool of myself." This is a group of people who gloat.

Du Feng stood outside the crowd and heard enough, so he coughed lightly, and the trainees immediately shut up, and all of them parted ways to let him in, and enthusiastically called Brother Xiaofeng, Brother Xiaofeng, come on.Du Feng has always been known for being well-behaved, so naturally he responded to the juniors' greetings with a smile at this time.

Someone gently pulled down Du Feng's sleeve at the door. Du Feng turned his head and saw that it was Jiang Yao who had a good relationship with him. People hurt their throats when they fight, is it true or not?"

Du Feng frowned, pretending to be very angry, and raised his voice slightly, "Don't talk nonsense, brother Xiaoyan is the one who won't fight with others, he just—"

He seemed to have amplified his voice in a moment of impatience, and immediately stopped talking. He glanced at the crowd regretfully, then pushed open the door of the training room and entered in a guilty conscience.

In this regard, Du Feng has a good grasp of people's hearts.Human beings always have a wonderful rebellious heart, the more they see people denying something in a panic, the more they will believe something.

Seeing Du Feng's reaction, those who didn't believe it were also shaken.And those half-believing and skeptical factions firmly fell to the faction that believed that Qi Yan was fighting with others.

Xinghui Infinity is considered a dark horse in the entertainment industry. Although there are very few top artists, there are quite a few second- and third-tier backbones. This is also inseparable from the high standards and strict requirements it pursues.Although it has been criticized for being too strict in the management of artists, most people still praise it.

Although Qi Yan didn't fight, he was just beaten innocently.But the rumors spread too much, and it was enough for him to drink a pot.

It's best to lose the favor of the superior because of this, and also, it's best to hide him in the snow!For resources and contacts, it is enough to leave Du Feng alone.

Du Feng had a wishful thinking, and his smile became brighter, but on the surface he still greeted the vocal teacher and Qi Yan in a respectful manner.

The vocal music teacher nodded to them, "Xiao Feng sit first, Xiao Yan you come first."

Qi Yan changed his clothes, wearing a loose plaid shirt over a printed green T, wearing ordinary jeans and white sneakers, and only wearing two titanium steel and leather mixed bracelets on his wrists, as simple and refreshing as a sunny college student of.

He smiled and nodded, "Mr. Deng, please."

The sound of the piano gradually rose, rising slowly from low to high, and Qi Yan's voice also gradually climbed from low to high.At first, it was like a swan sleeping with its head buried under its wings. The bass was deep and dark, almost inaudible, like a filament, like a cage of light smoke.

Then the swan wakes up, its vocal range rises, it gently spreads its wings as if stretching its waist, raises its elegant and slender neck, and gradually wakes up on the water surface.

The tone of the voice intensifies and rises, like white wings flapping on the water surface, drawing rippling ripples in the gradually blooming morning light.

Then, with a sudden light leap, he rushed straight towards the sky, straight up to the sky.

In an instant, the clouds broke through the sky, and the light and shadow were gorgeous.

Everyone was stunned, that beautiful and high-pitched voice seemed to be connected to the sky, sending sunlight directly into the room.

It was a song that made my back suddenly tingle.

Du Feng gritted his teeth fiercely, but Luo Yiping opened his eyes wide in surprise, and hurried to the corner to send a WeChat message to his agent Bi Wenning, reporting that Qi Yan not only recovered, but also reached an unprecedented peak.

Vocal music teacher Deng Lan is a woman in her 40s. She is also smiling at this time. Even the piano sound seems to have injected more vitality. She intentionally raised her voice by half, and Qi Yan still easily followed.

He didn't stop until he raised it half a key, and smiled wryly, "It's no good, Mr. Deng, I can't sing anymore."

Deng Lan smiled all over her face, and even deliberately got up and hugged him, "Enough, this really surprised me. Xiaoyan, your performance today is simply brilliant! You have never sung so well before, how did you do it?"

Qi Yan couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. He spoke again after three years, as if he had finally found his spiritual sustenance and foothold.His voice seems to know his mind, it can be retracted freely and with ease, and the state is so perfect that it makes a bunch of little angels in his heart go round and round with joy.

He put away his fluttering excitement, and said seriously: "Practice hard."

Teacher Deng burst out laughing, and kissed him on the cheek.Qi Yan blushed immediately. This vocal teacher has lived in the United States for nearly 30 years, and the enthusiasm of American artists is so embarrassing.But Deng Lan was too excited, if there was not Du Feng behind, she really wanted to drag Qi Yan to sing.

After being excited for a while, she sat back and called Du Feng over.

Du Feng reluctantly stood up with a smile and walked over, as if he said sincerely: "Brother Xiao Yan, it's great that you've recovered."

Qi Yan was also in joy, and he didn't mind this "former" rival anymore. He lightly punched him on the shoulder, "Come on." Then Shi Shiran walked to the training room with Luo Yiping's happy and adoring eyes Sit down in one corner.

Different from Qi Yan's peak performance, Du Feng took a long time to get into the state, and his performance was not mediocre.

Deng Lan was a little disappointed that Qi Yan was so good at the front, but he didn't say anything after all, and just asked them to sing together a few more times.

Time passed quickly, and after they finished training, they hurried to the studio.

Bi Wenning had already arrived first, as usual, he didn't speak, and just watched from the sidelines.

Because it was a live broadcast, and it was the semi-finals, the director was very strict and had to redo almost every step.

Qi Yan and Du Feng passed the rehearsal smoothly, and then were called to the dressing room by Bi Wenning.

She is an agent, and also a half-producer. She is a smart and capable woman with an intellectual appearance. She wears tortoiseshell square-frame glasses, a denim shirt, linen cropped trousers, and flat shoes. She looks like a middle-aged female.

The two boys respectfully waited for the lecture. Bi Wenning first praised Qi Yan's singing skills and Du Feng's serious attitude with a smile, and then began to criticize as usual.

Qi Yan's expression and grasp of emotions are not in place, and when the time comes, he still forgets the lyrics, which is unbearable.Hurry up and recite the lyrics.

Du Feng, why are you so nervous? After all, you are also the regional champion of Xinghui's infinite draft. Relax and leave the high-pitched chorus to Qi Yan.Don't panic like a newcomer who has no experience.

The two nodded like chickens pecking at rice, and then Bi Wenning left, leaving the two of them behind.Du Feng's voice is good, and his expressiveness is better than him, but his vocal range is narrower.At the beginning, the company combined the two of them to complement each other's strengths and weaknesses.

Therefore, two people are in a relationship of both prosperity and mutual loss.Although Qi Yan is still responding, now is not the time to vent his personal emotions.So he used his backpack as a cover again, took out a plastic bowl of pudding and handed it to Du Feng, "Don't be nervous, Xiao Feng, come and eat a delicious pudding, try to relax when singing, and open your throat."

Du Feng caught the plastic bowl and found it was still warm, with a strange expression on his face, "Where did you get it?"

Qi Yan smiled dryly, scratched the back of his head and said: "Just now, two fans sneaked in to give them away, I got one and you got one."

"You dare to eat whatever the fans give you..." Du Feng frowned.

Qi Yan is worried, he can't say that this thing has a bonus effect, can he?It's so magical.

After thinking about it for a long time, I had to shrug my shoulders pretending not to care, "It's also a kindness from others, just taste it."

He saw Du Feng hesitated, opened the lid, and approached his mouth cautiously, with a pained expression as if drinking traditional Chinese medicine.Sighing and giving up, he sat aside, took out the printed sheet music and began to read.

He has a natural understanding of the melody. This song has a wide range of sounds. On the basis of popular music, some boat song elements are added. It is a medium-tempo song, which is melodious and has a profound artistic conception. In Bi Wenning's words, it has the taste of sunshine and the power of the storm.

But with the addition of lyrics, Qi Yan struggled a bit.The title of the song is "Xia Chan", and it tells the story of a cicada staying underground for many years in exchange for a moment of singing, which fits the situation of Fengyan very well.However, Qi Yan has always been unable to grasp the emotional expression.

From ten years of patience and persistence to the joy of finally singing loudly, he only understands the emotional transformation in theory.

Qi Yan was stunned for a while, stood up, and said to Du Feng who was still drinking pudding like medicine, "I'll make a phone call."

As soon as Qi Yan went out, Du Feng immediately threw the pudding into the trash can, spit out the part in his mouth, and rinsed his mouth with mineral water repeatedly.Then he wiped his mouth viciously, and cursed: "Silly [beep——]!"

Qi Yan squeezed the music score with one hand, grabbed the phone with the other, found a quiet corner, dialed the phone number of the lyricist, and then sighed inwardly.

He seems to have been calling various people for help recently?