110: Chapter 110 Three women sit in a row, waiting for a foot massage.

"I can't do it either."

Lin Chen's tone was very firm, "Vocal ability is the foundation, and it's very important. A person with good vocal ability can score a hundred points in the musical style they excel at, and even in fields they aren't good at, they can scrape by with eighty points by relying on technique. But you want to get a perfect score in every musical style? Keep dreaming. That's a machine, not a human."

The three women nodded thoughtfully.

Lin Chen continued, "This involves the positioning of individual style. Everyone has a unique timbre and characteristic. Just like the three of you, even if I were blindfolded, as long as you open your mouths, I can tell who is who."

"So, our primary task now is to find the musical style we are best at, and then grind away in that field until we get a hundred points. As for the others we aren't good at, we just give up on them, right?" Yang Mi's mind worked the fastest; she understood immediately.

Lin Chen nodded approvingly, "Exactly. Trying to do too much at once will leave you with nothing. First, maximize your strengths, and once you've reached the top in this lane, then think about crossing over."

Dilraba raised her hand to ask, "Then, hubby, what musical style are we best at?"

Yang Mi and Tong Liya also cast inquiring glances.

This question sounded a bit foolish; don't they know what they are good at themselves?

But reality is that cruel.

The vast majority of people think they know themselves very well, but in reality, that's just misplaced confidence.

This is the same principle as looking in a mirror.

When most people look in the mirror, their brains automatically add a beauty filter, making them feel like they are incredibly handsome.

But in reality, in the eyes of others, they might just be an ordinary passerby.

A doctor cannot treat themselves; people can never objectively evaluate themselves.

Since it isn't objective, self-positioning is destined to be skewed.

Lin Chen looked at the three women and explained patiently, "Style positioning cannot be decided on a whim; it requires you to constantly explore and try things out through a large amount of vocal practice and trial singing."

"Once you have sung enough, you will naturally be able to find that frequency range that makes you most comfortable and is most enjoyable for the audience."

The three women nodded in unison, their faces wearing expressions of sudden realization, "So that's how it is."

As for whether they actually understood it in their hearts, only ghosts would know.

However, Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry.

Rome wasn't built in a day; this matter needs to be simmered slowly.

After practicing for nearly another hour, the Lin Family Vocal Training Class was declared dismissed.

The three women ran to the kitchen to chug a large glass of water to soothe their throats, then, like three well-behaved kittens, sat side-by-side on the large sofa, waiting eagerly for Lin Chen to give them their exclusive foot massages.

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"Hey!"

Tong Liya sat on the edge of the sofa, watching Lin Chen sit on the coffee table, holding Yang Mi's fair and tender little foot in his hands and gently kneading it, her expression becoming very strange.

She nudged the Dilraba next to her with her shoulder and called out in a low voice.

"What?" Dilraba was busy playing Candy Crush on Lin Chen's phone, answering without raising her head.

"Didn't he say earlier that the massage was for maintaining our throats? Why is he rubbing her ankle so hard?" Tong Liya was completely confused.

Dilraba rolled her eyes, suddenly raised her fair, tender arm, and loudly tattled, "Hubby! Yaya says you're using the excuse of maintaining our throats to take advantage of Sister Mi!"

Lin Chen rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with these two drama queens.

Yang Mi didn't even lift an eyelid.

She leaned lazily against the back of the sofa, eyes closed, enjoying Lin Chen's perfectly applied pressure, humming comfortably.

Tong Liya was both angry and anxious, grabbing Dilraba by the neck, and the two rolled around on the sofa, giggling.

During the scuffle, they inevitably bumped into Yang Mi, but Yang Mi didn't even open her eyes, backhanding a slap in their direction, not caring whose butt she hit.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you don't understand this, do you? Sit down, today Teacher Dilraba will give you a free lesson."

After they were done playing, Dilraba crossed her legs, put on the airs of an old scholar, and said to Tong Liya with a straight face.

Tong Liya scoffed, "What kind of teacher are you? Just a brat, with no sense of seniority."

Dilraba retorted, "In our family, age doesn't mean a damn thing. Hubby is younger than all of us, but when we go out, who doesn't have to respectfully call him Teacher Lin?"

"Hubby is hubby, and you are you, can that be the same?"

"Why wouldn't it be? I am hubby's most cherished little baby!" Dilraba held her cheeks with both hands, making a shy, flower-like expression.

Tong Liya made an exaggerated retching motion, "Oh, give it a rest, I'm about to throw up my dinner from last night!"

Dilraba snorted softly, triumphantly enlightening her, "You're just uneducated and stubborn. Remember, if you want to be a steady wife of the Lin family, you must know everything from astronomy to geography!"

"Do you think maintaining your throat only involves choking your neck? That's murder! There are acupuncture points on the human body! See that spot hubby is kneading? That's called the Dahai Point! It's on the inside of the ankle. Pressing this point frequently can generate saliva and moisten the throat, and it has a miraculous effect on the voice!"

"That's the Zhaohai Point! If you're uneducated, shut up!"

Yang Mi, who had been resting with her eyes closed, couldn't listen anymore and corrected her with a frown.

Dilraba froze for a moment, then nodded frantically without blushing or skipping a beat to cover up her embarrassment, "Right, right, right! Zhaohai Point! I had a slip of the tongue just now. Did you get that, Yaya? Don't ask such questions that expose your IQ in the future."

"Get lost! I am now unilaterally refusing to communicate with you!" Tong Liya rolled her eyes in anger.

"Blehh! You're just jealous that I know more than you! Hubby, tell her, isn't that right!"

Dilraba jumped off the sofa and pounced directly onto Lin Chen's back, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, swinging back and forth like a pendant.

The two soft mounds on her chest were completely misshapen from the pressure.

Lin Chen kneaded the ankles of all three women one by one.

Just as he was about to get up to wash his hands, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from outside the villa.

Immediately after, the doorbell rang.

"Huh? Someone's here? I'll go open the door!"

Dilraba, full of energy, ran to open the door in her slippers, making a "da da da" sound.

When the door opened, there stood a short, slightly chubby young man, holding an exquisite fruit basket in his hand.

Seeing Dilraba open the door, the young man immediately put on a flattering smile and bowed, "Hello, Shimu! I am Guo Qilin, Guo Degang is my father."

Dilraba was a bit surprised.

She couldn't figure out why Guo Degang's son would run over here.

However, she still politely stepped aside, "Oh, it's you. Come in, please come in. Hubby, Sister Mi, we have a guest!"

Guo Qilin changed into slippers and walked into the living room, respectfully calling out "Hello, Shimu" to Yang Mi and Tong Liya.

By comparison, he was a bit more familiar with Tong Liya; after all, they had drunk together at the teahouse last night, so they could be considered to have shared a bond.

"It's such a hot day, why did you make the trip yourself? Couldn't you have just sent us a location and we would have gone over?" Tong Liya greeted him warmly and told him to sit down.

Yang Mi asked, confused, "Go where?"

Yang Mi and Reba were still in the dark about Lin Chen and Guo Degang drinking together last night, and were both looking confused.

Tong Liya quickly summarized the key points of what happened at the teahouse last night for the two of them.

Yang Mi realized, smiling politely, "So that's it. I'm a loyal fan of Teacher Guo's Crosstalk. Are Teacher Guo and your mother in good health?"

Guo Qilin quickly leaned forward to answer, "Thank you for your concern, Shimu, they are both doing well. My dad's health is great, he eats even more than I do."

Yang Mi smiled and turned to Dilraba, "Dilraba, go cut some fruit."

"Alright!"

With an outsider present, Dilraba immediately put away her carefree, crazy demeanor.

After all, as a top celebrity, as long as she didn't speak, her exotic, cool face was still quite intimidating.

"Oh my! Shimu, please don't bother! If you are this polite, I'll feel uncomfortable just sitting here! My dad and Teacher Lin hit it off immediately; they are good brothers of the same generation. Calculating it, all of you Shimu are my elders, so how can there be any reason for me to be treated as a guest in an elder's home?" Guo Qilin was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly.

"How is this being polite? It's just cutting some fruit, just sit and wait." Dilraba turned and went into the kitchen, and Tong Liya followed to help.

Lin Chen sat imposingly on the single sofa; from the moment Guo Qilin entered until now, he hadn't lifted his butt once.

This wasn't him acting like a big shot; it was purely his personality.

Possessing a bunch of master-level skills, he had long since transcended the realm of ordinary people.

If he were still bowing and scraping to people every day and being slick, that would really mean there was something wrong with his head.

The fact that he wasn't looking down on people with his nose in the air right now was already considered very well-mannered.

"What time does your theater start in the evening?" Lin Chen asked casually.

Hearing Lin Chen speak, Guo Qilin subconsciously straightened his back, like a primary school student reporting on his work:

"Reporting to Teacher Lin, the audience enters at seven in the evening, and the show starts promptly at seven-twenty. The normal duration is three hours, ending at ten-thirty. However, the audience usually clamors for an encore, so basically, it drags on until eleven-thirty before we can finally close up."

When Guo Qilin spoke to Lin Chen, he was clearly filled with restraint and awe.

This was completely different from the state he was in just now, chatting and laughing with Yang Mi and the others.

In fact, they were about the same age.

Guo Qilin just turned eighteen this year, and Lin Chen was only in his early twenties, definitely peers.

But there was nothing he could do; Lin Chen's aura was too powerful!

Guo Qilin had watched the scene at the teahouse last night from beginning to end.

To tell the truth, he was boiling with excitement at the time, his eyes full of admiration.

What young person wouldn't yearn for such a legendary moment of showing off, where with a snap of one's fingers, all kinds of big shots are wiped out?

Guo Qilin didn't understand Calligraphy; he couldn't see how divine Lin Chen's "All Rivers Run to the Sea" was, and he didn't even think the original piece by Han Meilin that was torn up was worth three hundred yuan.

But he wasn't stupid; he knew the weight behind that Calligraphy!

He was even clearer about Han Meilin's transcendent status in the art world!

Without exaggeration, even if his own father, Guo Degang, met Han Meilin, he would have to respectfully bow and call out "Master Han."

But what was the result? The world-renowned Master Han was actually respectful in front of Lin Chen, calling himself ashamed, and calling him "Sir" with heartfelt conviction!

If Han Meilin hadn't been present last night, that Calligraphy of Lin Chen's might have just been a pile of broken ink in Guo Qilin's eyes.

But with Master Han's endorsement, when Lin Chen smashed the inkstone onto the Calligraphy without blinking, even an outsider like Guo Qilin felt his heart bleeding!

Not to mention that before he left the house today, his father, Guo Degang, had given him a thousand reminders to keep his posture low and never be the slightest bit disrespectful in front of Lin Chen.

Facing such a big Buddha, it would be strange if he weren't restrained.