62: Chapter 62 The president of the resignation association is me!

Huang Yimei shook her head hurriedly: "He wrote this song a long time ago, before he even knew me."

At this moment, Zhao Yang's fingers were already dancing across the piano keys, and the prelude began.

The audience revealed expressions of surprise one after another.

"This mysterious guest is actually playing and singing himself!"

"That's amazing."

"This melody even carries a hint of Western Regions flair."

Zhao Yang began to sing:

"One flower blooms, and one flower fades."

"..."

"You are my Rose, you are my flower, you are my lover and my concern..."

The crowd listened, utterly enchanted.

Huang Yimei looked at Zhao Yang, her eyes shining brightly.

If it was written before they met, was he waiting for his "Rose" to bloom? Who was the "Rose" he was waiting for?

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but become dazed.

The song ended, and the venue erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. This song was catchy and expressed emotions straightforwardly; many young men had already decided to sing it to their beloved girls immediately.

Huang Zhenhua's expression suddenly became cheeky, and he poked Huang Yimei: "Rose, I think this song was written for you, right? So cheesy..."

Huang Yimei showed a fierce expression, waving her hands like a little tiger: "Say that again? Say it again and I'll strangle you! It's clearly just a coincidence!"

Huang Zhenhua smacked his lips: "Look at how guilty you look!"

At this moment, the prelude to Zhao Yang's second song had already begun.

As the prelude played, he said: "The next song, 'Moonlight,' is dedicated to everyone."

Sounds of surprise arose again.

"Another new song?"

"Who exactly is this Passerby?"

"I really can't tell, is there anyone in the music industry this tall? He could play basketball!"

"This guy is really amazing! Can sing and play!"

Zhao Yang closed his eyes and recited silently — Qin's Moon, ah, my youth is back!

He took a deep breath and began:

"Moonlight color, maiden's fragrance..."

Wow!

The entire audience was shocked.

Because what they heard was actually a high-pitched female voice, ethereal, clear, and melodious.

Zhao Yang did not follow the original version, but instead performed this "Moonlight" using a female version he had heard from a video site in his past life.

Backstage, Zeng Yi and Ling Hua looked at each other, admiration flashing in their eyes.

"Brother Yang is showing off his skills again. It's a loss for the music world that he isn't debuting!"

"His singing technique is too good! Listen to this falsetto, it's completely indistinguishable from a real female voice."

"Not just the singing technique, listen to these lyrics!" Zeng Yi closed his eyes, "Golden spears and iron horses, drifting in a chaotic world... Did you hear that?"

Ling Hua nodded repeatedly: "The Concept is too beautiful. I won't be able to catch up with Brother Yang's talent in this lifetime."

"You only just realized?"

The two felt this way, and the audience was even more shocked beyond measure.

"Is Passerby a man or a woman?"

"Why do I feel like he's a woman?"

"How could it be a woman? He's so tall, and the voice just now was clearly a boy's."

"Then how do you explain his voice now?"

"How would I know? Go ask the village chief!"

...

Following the beautiful singing, the audience forgot the singer's gender and were all immersed in that desolate and poignant Concept.

The moonlight is cold and clear, the maiden's lingering fragrance remains, but the threads of love are severed by the sword. The lonely soul drifts with the wind, who can be king on the battlefield of the Mortal World? Passing the test of love, gazing at the bright moon, the heart is sorrowful, tasting the hatred of ages in Reincarnation.

When the song finished, the venue was silent, followed by a tsunami-like roar of applause and cheers.

"Passerby!"

"Passerby!"

The concert reached another climax.

Without waiting for the cheers to end, Zhao Yang directly began to play the next song.

An impassioned melody rang out, and the audience all quieted down.

This was a melody they had never heard before, another new song!

"A song called 'World,' dedicated to everyone."

Zhao Yang sang: "Smoke of war rises, seeking love is like panning for gold; meeting her is like spring water reflecting pear blossoms. Waving the sword to sever the horizon, putting lovesickness aside; in my dreams, I am foolishly longing..."

Magnanimous and impassioned, everyone seemed to have entered the war-torn Three Kingdoms.

But — the song was titled 'World,' yet every line was about her!

Many people at the scene felt a sense of suffocation.

Drifting in a chaotic world, the beauty is like a painting. Is it for the world, or for her?

Huang Yimei was already in tears — Brother Yang, oh Brother Yang, are you singing this for me?

Huang Zhenhua caught a glimpse of his sister's teary eyes and understood: his sister was done for! She had fallen for him!

However... this song was damn good!

Every song gave one the urge to sing it to their beloved girl.

But... Huang Zhenhua's face twisted — this was the bitterness of a single dog; it's best not to understand it.

...

"Waving the sword to sever the horizon, putting lovesickness aside; in my dreams, I am foolishly longing."

After the last song was finished, the venue erupted with even more intense applause and cheers.

Zhao Yang took a deep breath, stood up, and waved to the back.

Ling Hua and Zeng Yi followed, standing on either side of Zhao Yang.

Zeng Yi held the microphone: "Dear fans, did Passerby sing well?"

The whole audience cheered: "Good! Too good!"

"Thank you all for your support!" Zeng Yi said loudly, "Next is today's last song, still a new work — 'The You of the Past,' dedicated to everyone!"

Amidst the cheers of the audience, Zhao Yang took the guitar from Zeng Yi's hand and snapped his fingers at the microphone.

Snap!

Start singing!

"Once dreamed of wielding a sword to roam the horizon, to see the prosperity of the world..."

The ultimate song for resigning has arrived!

The throne of the President of the Resignation Association belongs to me!

Zhao Yang began to sing, and then Ling Hua and Zeng Yi joined in.

This song was catchy; even though the two hadn't practiced much, with Zhao Yang leading, they quickly got into the groove.

Zhao Yang sometimes sang in a male voice with Zeng Yi, and sometimes in a female voice with Ling Hua, highlighting an indistinguishable gender.

As they sang, the audience below joined in.

Wu Yuejiang tugged at Huang Jianzhi's sleeve: "Old Huang, how long has it been since we went traveling?"

"I can't remember either. How about we find some time to go out and play for a few days?"

"Okay! While we can still walk, let's go to a place further away."

Almost all the audience had similar thoughts — go to a faraway place and roam! To hell with work!

Huang Zhenhua couldn't help but ask Huang Yimei: "Rose, why is this song so strange? I feel like resigning after listening to it."

Huang Yimei curled her lips: "Aren't you saving money to get a wife?"

Huang Zhenhua rolled his eyes: "I don't even have a goal yet."

"What do you think of Bai Xiaohe? Uncle Bai's daughter."

Huang Zhenhua shook his head like a rattle: "No, absolutely not! That's a chemistry genius! I don't want to talk about the periodic table with her every day!"

"Then what kind are you looking for?"

"Lively, classy, slim, and we have to be able to talk, right?"

"Oh... I'll help you look when I have time."

Huang Zhenhua suddenly laughed: "Oh, you really are my good sister. You have a goal yourself, and you don't forget to find one for me."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Careful, I'll pinch you!" Huang Yimei blushed, but her gaze swept to the stage, and she immediately said in surprise, "Eh? Where's Zhao Yang?"

At this moment, Zhao Yang had already taken advantage of the time Ling Hua and Zeng Yi were interacting and singing with the fans to return to the backstage quietly.

He found a place where no one was, changed his clothes and shoes, removed his makeup, said hello to Meimei, and then quietly left the backstage.

Just as he was preparing to go to the VIP seats, his heart suddenly stirred.

[System prompt: Due to the host's actions, the fate of Zhou Shihui and Guan Zhizhi has been affected. Reward: Randomly upgrade an mastered skill by 1 level.]

[Automatic selection: Upgrade skill — Literature]

[Literature: Level 3]

Zhao Yang was a bit puzzled. He did notice that Zhou Shihui provided a large amount of emotion points such as "envy, jealousy, and hatred," but he really didn't expect it to affect his fate so quickly. Did something happen to that guy Zhou Shihui?