78: God-level cover released

More than half an hour had passed by the time he emerged from the bathroom.

He felt like the smell of alcohol couldn't be washed off no matter what.

Little did he know, the alcohol smell was coming from his mouth, which was why he could smell it the whole time.

He had scrubbed his skin raw and used a lot of shower gel, but finally, he compromised.

"This is good enough. I'll wash again tonight. I refuse to believe I can't wash it off!"

He brewed a cup of coffee, sat in the living room, and scrolled through short videos while drinking it.

He saw a news report stating that the Baiyun Lake Water Monster had been scientifically verified to be an extinct Chinese sturgeon.

He had already known this news in advance, earlier than the official report time.

However, only this one piece of news had been reported; the others had not yet been covered.

He checked the backend messages and comments.

His followers had surpassed 2 million!

The video of his cover of "Divorce in the Republic of Ghana" had reached 4.5 million likes!

The video had nearly 1.2 million saves and as many as 300,000 comments.

He briefly scrolled through them and found that many netizens had shared their relationship experiences there, resonating with a large number of other netizens.

He also saw many netizens urging him to continue updating his videos.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to upload two more videos.

He scrolled through his music app and found some songs he used to listen to frequently.

Suddenly, he saw a very familiar song.

This song was extremely popular around the end of last year.

This song was "nameless person" performed by Singer Maomao.

At that time, the song's total plays across the entire network exceeded 10 billion!

Although the popularity had faded now, he also wanted to see if he could boost the heat again.

Because he loved this song too much!

The artistic conception created by the song "nameless person" unfolds like a grand and profound scroll before people's eyes.

It uses delicate and unique brushstrokes to depict the images of those ordinary yet great figures in life, making listeners feel as if they are in a world full of poetry and philosophy.

Every note and every lyric contains endless emotion and power, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

After selecting the song, he began to prepare.

First, he warmed up his voice, then sang it completely once to familiarize himself with the breathing points and the timing of the chorus transitions.

After going through it, that familiar melody lingered in his mind again.

He opened the short video recording function and adjusted the angle.

This time, it was still aimed at the ecological fish tank. With the light's concealment, there was no need to worry about his secret being discovered.

He clicked start recording.

A slightly melancholic prelude slowly began.

To: I am the nameless person on this road.

I have no news, no one comments.

I have to give my all to get an ordinary script.

Twists and turns, but just making a living.

I am the person who left the small town.

I am the person who has eaten while crying and laughing.

...

He took a deep breath and then slowly began to sing.

His low and magnetic voice carried a strong sense of vicissitude and fatigue, yet it was full of power.

Each note seemed to be endowed with life, pulsating and flowing, telling those unknown stories.

To: The person who left home, I toast you a glass of wine.

To your silence, and every roar.

To you bending your back, walking uphill to a higher place.

...

When he reached the climax, his voice became even hoarser, like sandpaper worn by time, rough yet real.

That feeling was like a traveler who had gone through countless hardships and setbacks on a long journey through wind and rain, yet still walked forward resolutely.

As the song progressed, it was as if silent figures appeared before his eyes.

Perhaps they were street vendors selling breakfast in the early morning; perhaps they were white-collar workers still working overtime late at night; perhaps they were workers sweating profusely on the construction site...

These "nameless people" create their lives with their own hands. Although they are ordinary, they are equally worthy of respect and praise.

After finishing a song full of stories.

Chen Xiangbei was also immersed in the scenes of ordinary life depicted in the lyrics, unable to forget for a long time.

He clicked to finish recording, then trimmed the beginning and end, leaving only the most essential part.

He watched it from beginning to end, confirmed that there were no issues, and clicked to upload the video.

After uploading successfully, he continued to browse his song list to find songs he wanted to sing.

Since it wasn't for commercial use, he didn't have to worry about copyright issues.

He could sing whatever he liked.

After some searching, he finally found another very pleasant song - "Head In The Clouds".

This was a relatively niche English song. He didn't even understand exactly what it was about.

His English wasn't very good; he just purely liked the accompaniment of this song.

After adjusting the equipment.

He sang this song with a great melody in his own way.

Although his English wasn't great, he had looped this song for a long time before and remembered most of the lyrics.

So, it wasn't difficult to sing.

He finished the cover easily.

He also cut out the extra footage at the beginning and end of the video and reviewed it himself.

After confirming there were no issues, he decisively published it.

The interval between publishing the two song videos was less than half an hour.

This was due to his master-level singing technique, which didn't require repeated recording at all.

They were all flawless, one-take performances!

After the two videos were posted, it was almost 6 PM.

Thinking he hadn't had hot pot in a long time, he decided to go eat at Haidilao.

There was a Haidilao in the nearby commercial center, so he didn't need to drive out.

He could just change clothes and walk there.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at the nearby Haidilao.

Greeted warmly by the waiter, he found a window seat.

No matter what he ate, as long as there was a window, he would sit by the window to eat.

He liked to observe things outside while eating, which made him feel less lonely when he was alone.

Isn't there a test online for the level of loneliness?

This test shows that eating hot pot alone is a level 5 loneliness, with a maximum level of 10.

Actually, when he didn't have plans, he quite enjoyed the feeling of being alone.

Because it made his mind clearer, allowed him to consider things more thoroughly, and reduced the probability of making mistakes.

The waiter handed him a tablet with a menu and pictures. He could just order whatever he liked.

Chen Xiangbei first ordered a four-grid pot base.

Then he ordered a beef platter with fresh beef, beef balls, beef tendon balls, beef brisket, beef shank, beef belly, etc.

He also ordered a portion of shrimp, shrimp paste, small crispy pork, wide noodles, pork belly, lotus root slices, yam slices, seasonal vegetables, and other dishes.

Finally, he ordered a pot of juice as a base.