“Weren’t you supposed to persuade the rebellious teenager to turn back from the wrong path? Why do you look like…”
Drained dry…
The passing cameraman had a complicated look in his eyes, silently swallowing the rest of his words.
“The times are changing… they really are changing…” The post-production sister who had just come out kept muttering to herself.
Suddenly, she met the cameraman’s complicated gaze, filled with unspoken words.
In an instant, her expression changed completely. She lifted her head with a haughty look, her eyes carrying the pity of a deity gazing upon foolish mortals, and spoke with profound mystery:
“Tsk, you wouldn’t understand.”
After saying this, she flipped her hair and, shaking her head, swayed gracefully as she hurried toward the office, muttering under her breath,
“No, I have to edit more footage in advance… it’s going to blow up… this time it’s definitely going to blow up…”
The cameraman: “…???”
Unwilling to believe it, the cameraman frowned and leaned in to peek inside.
Suddenly, a high note pierced straight into his brain.
It was delicate, smooth, and enchanting—refreshing yet rich in texture. Upon closer listening, the end of each note carried an indescribable tenderness and lingering emotion, like a tiny hook tugging at the very core of your heart. With just a casual opening, it instantly pulled listeners into an immersive musical experience.
Anyone in the know would understand—this was a gifted voice that ordinary people could never imitate. Commonly known as a “heaven-sent talent.”
No!
This was no longer just “heaven-sent”—it was more like heaven chasing after you and slamming talent into your lap!
The cameraman stood frozen, rooted to the spot for a long time. Only after a few lines were sung did he slowly come back to his senses.
…His ears! Had they just been baptized by some divine melody?!
Instantly, his gaze grew fervent as he searched inside, wondering which hidden gem in the company had emerged. With a voice like this, if they had any intention of breaking into the music scene, they would undoubtedly be the future rising… star…
Damn!
Why was the one holding the microphone… Gu Nanci?!
The cameraman began to question his existence.
And fell into a dazed state of doubt, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Inside the room.
Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang had already gone through a series of psychological changes upon hearing Gu Nanci sing: shock, stunned silence, disbelief, the complete shattering of their worldview, and the ragged, piece-by-piece reconstruction of their understanding.
The two were numb.
What in this world could be more shocking than a person who had been called a useless flower vase for two years suddenly opening their mouth to reveal a divine voice?!
…Oh, wait, there was something.
Damn, this divine voice could also adapt songs!
Cheng Yang recalled earlier when Gu Nanci said she was good in the mid-range and could leave the high notes to him.
At the time, Cheng Yang had just laughed it off, thinking it was a playful remark.
Now, he felt like a clown…
Cheng Yang, who had spent twenty-one years as a cunning old fox, felt the emptiness and frustration of life.
But shock aside, as fellow career-driven individuals, Wen Jiuyi and Cheng Yang were nothing like those who saw others’ strength as a threat to their own positions. Instead, they felt as if they had struck gold with their newly discovered, incredibly talented teammate.
Especially since all three shared the same high goal—to give their all for a perfect stage performance—they saw each other as the most perfectly matched partners.
Rushing to record the harmonies before the deadline, they submitted the final accompaniment and then immersed themselves in the practice room, not emerging until the next day when staff notified them to prepare to leave for the performance venue.
Gu Nanci, who had inexplicably gotten caught up in the passion and practiced all night, only sleeping for a short while at dawn, suddenly felt something was off.
She closed her eyes and abruptly became sober.
Gu. Puppy. Nanci: “…!!!”
Gu Nanci clutched her chest, wishing she could punch herself twice for staying up late again.
Two days in a row.
Absolutely toxic!
Regretful and silent, Gu Nanci deeply felt her worn-out body was about to act up.
Quickly opening a food delivery app, she switched the delivery address to the performance venue and promptly ordered nitroglycerin and fast-acting heart relief pills.
After placing the order, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Beside her, Wen Jiuyi noticed Gu Nanci tapping on her phone and leaned over curiously, asking, “What are you looking at?”
“There’s something I need to ask of you.” Gu Nanci closed her phone and looked directly at Wen Jiuyi, her tone serious.
Wen Jiuyi instinctively straightened up, nervously asking, “What’s wrong?”
“After tonight’s performance, be ready to catch me down there.” Gu Nanci planned ahead.
She was afraid she might collapse after the performance…
Wen Jiuyi was momentarily stunned, thinking Gu Nanci meant “greet” rather than “catch,” assuming she was afraid of being alone with no one to accompany her.
Immediately slapping her thigh, she declared righteously, “Oh, is that all? We’re teammates! Of course I’ll watch your performance and wait for you offstage! You really think I’m that heartless?”
The two perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be on completely different wavelengths.
Yet, miraculously, their mismatched conversation somehow aligned!