146: Find someone to write a difficult song for you!

Chen Fang, who had been wearing over-ear headphones and was angled with his back to the window, didn't notice Yue Qingzhu's arrival. He was fully engrossed in producing the instrumental for "cant learn." He only had his computer at hand, so he first made a simple version in case it could be used tomorrow, planning to find the company later to properly produce the instrumental.

As Chen Fang rapidly adjusted the instrumental, his phone, standing beside his computer screen, lit up. It was a call from Tang Chen.

Chen Fang turned to see Xie Yunxuan still reviewing, closed his laptop, and walked into the kitchen with his phone, pressing the answer button.

Tang Chen's helpless voice came through the receiver, "My ancestor, are you accustomed to living there?"

"It's good."

"I'm busy today, so I won't chat idly with you. Let's get straight to the point. Recently, lyricist Lu Yansheng and composer Shen Si have some free time. I want to... wait, do you know who they are?"

"Of course, I do."

As a graduate of composition and music theory, Chen Fang had, of course, heard of these two. They had collaborated with kings and queens of music multiple times. Lu Yansheng had won the Golden Melody Awards for Best Lyricist twice, and his work "Glass" was even included in contemporary lyric study textbooks at many universities. Shen Si also had numerous awards.

Tang Chen continued, "I want to invite them to collaborate with you and write a song for you. Of course, you are a creative singer, and you should write and sing as usual. I'm looking for them to write a more difficult song for you. You are now going thepowerful (powerhouse) route and need a high-difficulty song to showcase your singing ability. This can also help you raise your standing among ordinary listeners. What do you think?"

Chen Fang understood Tang Chen's plan.

The songs he currently sang himself included "one meat and one vegetable" and "the brightest star in the night sky." The vocal difficulty of these two songs was not extremely high.

"one meat and one vegetable" had a relatively narrow vocal range, mainly concentrated in the low register. It required fewer technical skills and focused more on emotional expression.

"the brightest star in the night sky" was a bit more difficult than "one meat and one vegetable," considered medium-to-upper difficulty music, requiring certain high-note ability and true-false voice transition techniques.

Listening to Tang Chen, it seemed he wanted to find a highly technically challenging song for him.

But "cant learn" already met Tang Chen's requirements.

"cant learn" not only implied not learning love or math, but the song itself was also unlearnable for many.

Its vocal range was extremely wide; for females, the lowest notes were too low, and for males, the highest notes were extremely high, making it difficult to transition perfectly even with falsetto. Moreover, it required seamless switching between soft mixed voice and strong mixed voice.

From an emotional expression perspective, it also needed to convey a heartbreaking emotion at extreme pitches, otherwise, it would easily turn into mere shouting.

The overall difficulty was very high.

Chen Fang explained, "I'm also writing a quite difficult song recently, Tang Ge, how about you wait two days?"

"You're going to sing a new song on 'the adventures,' right? No problem, you sing yours. It takes time for them to write songs; it will be at least a few months before the song is released."

"Okay." Chen Fang agreed. Why not take a freebie?

Chen Fang added, "I want a sad song, a scary one works too."

A helpless laugh came from the phone, "Let's stick to sad then. I'll try to contact them tomorrow or the day after. We can talk when you're resting or after you finish filming the variety show."

"Okay, thank you, Tang Ge."

Chen Fang hung up the phone and returned to his room to continue working on the instrumental.

Time passed minute by minute, it was ten o'clock in the morning.

The villa area was peaceful.

Meanwhile, the amusement park not far away was already open. Although not as crowded as on Saturday, it was quite lively.

Newly returned university student couples, elementary and middle school students on study tours, freelancers, off-peak tourists, and others filled the amusement park with laughter and joy.

A young man around twenty years old, with a camera hanging around his neck, entered the amusement park and headed straight for the ancient fantasy themed area.

He was wearing headphones, walking and speaking to the person on the other end of the phone, "Has the classmate who's covering my class arrived? They have? That's good."

"I'm not going back this afternoon either. I must find the little zombie for a photo today!"

"It doesn't matter if I get caught. There are so many people asking others to cover classes at school, the teachers won't care, right?"

"Even if they contact the counselor or my dad, it doesn't matter. I'm not chatting anymore, I need to hurry."

The boy took off his headphones.

His name was Fu Zhihao, and removing the middle character revealed his true identity—a rich man. To be precise, he was a second-generation rich kid; his dad was a nouveau riche.

His dad wasn't afraid of him losing ambition due to playing around; he was only afraid of him being full of ambition.

He put his headphones into their case and quickly walked towards the ancient fantasy themed area.

But how could he suppress his grand ambitions for a bold undertaking? Unfortunately, his dad wouldn't give him money to start a business, so for now, he could only be a small blogger.

Fortunately, his dad didn't consider chasing stars to be within the scope of 'being full of ambition,' and gave him money to meet celebrities. So he would also take photos with some celebrities and post them online to attract fans.

Doing this line of work, he, of course, was originally a fan himself, and his favorite was Yue Qingzhu.

The feeling of disliking others' gazes and others' definitions of herself in her songs really resonated with him.

Yesterday afternoon, while slacking off in class, he saw a video of a little zombie at the amusement park online. At the time, he thought, 'She really looks like her.'

But his first reaction was just to glance at it, then swipe past it dismissively.

A fake trying to piggyback on Yue Qingzhu's popularity, go away!

But when he scrolled through again that night, the more he looked, the more it resembled her.

Perhaps the part of the eyebrows and eyes covered by the talisman didn't look like Yue Qingzhu? But having similar eyes and face shape was already quite rare.

Most importantly, in videos or photos of Yue Qingzhu found online from variety shows, airports, and other places, her face was usually cold.

As a three-year veteran fan, he hadn't seen many photos of her smiling face.

But this little zombie, with an extremely similar face shape and eyes, was smiling so happily.

A substitute would work too! He'd go take a photo as a souvenir!

To prevent it from being too crowded on Saturday, he skipped class and came to the amusement park today, Friday.

After walking for over twenty minutes, Fu Zhihao arrived at the themed street and walked to the red wall from the video, but the two people from the video were not there.

Fu Zhihao looked around for a while, then walked to the opposite stall selling sugar figurines. "Grandpa, excuse me, where is the zombie who was performing here yesterday?"

"Are you buying a sugar figurine?" The grandpa asked with a chuckle, "Today we have a little zombie style."

Fu Zhihao reluctantly bought one. The grandpa was good at seizing business opportunities.

"So, Grandpa, can you tell me now?"

The grandpa wrapped the sugar figurine and handed it to him. "They only came yesterday. They're probably internet celebrities, not our regular staff."

Fu Zhihao's shoulders slumped, and he sighed, "Is that so?"

He came for nothing. He'd just walk around and take pictures of other things.

Fu Zhihao held the sugar figurine and walked dejectedly towards the exit.

Oh well, it was just a substitute anyway, not the real person.

Just as he thought this, his phone screen lit up. His roommate sent a message in the group and @ him.

What the heck?