mijobooks Chapter 10 has a beam of light
Chapter 10 has a beam of light
"Teacher Su," Wang Bo exclaimed, "your perception is truly remarkable."
"No, it's your music that has that power." Su Yiyi took off her headphones, her eyes filled with respect as she looked at Wang Bo—the kind of recognition a peer gives to another, pure and precious. "Wang Bo, tell me honestly, how many years have you been studying piano?"
This is a difficult question to answer. The original owner had studied piano for a few years, but his skill level was only average.
Wang Bo himself had been playing the piano since elementary school in that world for at least a decade.
"It's been on and off for over ten years," Wang Bo chose a vague answer, "but I only really started practicing seriously in the last few years."
"No wonder." Su Yiyi nodded, habitually tilting her head slightly as she spoke, her long hair slipping from her shoulder before she gently gathered it back up. "Your touch, your control over the timbre, and your grasp of the overall structure of the piece... this is definitely not a level that amateurs can achieve."
She paused, then asked hesitantly—a hesitation that was rather endearing, as if she were afraid of offending someone but couldn't suppress her professional curiosity: "May I...see your hands?"
Wang Bo stretched out his hand.
Su Yiyi gently held his hand; like her sister, her fingers were slightly cool and soft to the touch.
She carefully observed Wang Bo's fingers—long, strong, with distinct knuckles, and thin calluses on the fingertips, traces left from long-term piano practice.
"Your middle finger is very flexible," she commented professionally, lightly touching Wang Bo's middle finger joint with her fingertip. "The same goes for your little finger. Many piano students lack strength in their little fingers, but you don't have this problem at all, and your wrist..."
She lifted Wang Bo's wrist, her other hand's fingers gently pressing against his wrist: "Relaxed but steady... Wang Bo, you've received very professional training."
Wang Bo was startled, but remained calm on the surface: "I took some classes before, but later I mainly figured it out on my own."
Su Yiyi released his hand, lost in thought, and placed her hands back on her knees. The folds of her dark blue dress changed with this movement, like ripples on the surface of water: "Then those songs you sang before... like 'Summer Bubbles,' were they really sung voluntarily?"
This question hits the nail on the head.
Wang Bo quickly shifted the blame: "I sang whatever Sister Zhou told me to sing. At that time, I felt that it was good enough to have songs to sing, so I didn't dare to be picky."
"Yu Ji, she..." Su Yiyi hesitated, but finally spoke, her voice tinged with helplessness and apology, "She is indeed sometimes too domineering, always thinking her judgment is right, and not listening to other people's opinions. I think she probably never asked you what kind of song you really wanted to sing, right?"
Wang Bo replied, "President Zhou didn't ask me what song I wanted to sing. She sang it for me, it's that simple."
A hint of guilt flashed in Su Yiyi's eyes, a genuine guilt, as if she were apologizing for her mistake: "I'm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of Yu Ji. She's not a bad person, it's just... she acts entirely on her whims and rarely considers other people's feelings."
"Teacher Su, you don't need to apologize." Looking at the spotless girl in front of him, Wang Bo suddenly felt that it was a blessing to meet such a pure person in this complicated world. "Sister Zhou has her way, and I have my choice. Besides, without these three years at Yuji Entertainment, I wouldn't have the maturity I have now."
Su Yiyi was touched. Looking at Wang Bo, her eyes softened: "It's really rare that you think this way. But..."
She changed the subject, her tone becoming serious again: "Now that you have the opportunity, I hope you can truly make the music you want to make. Can I hear the full version of 'Encounter'?"
"I'm just waiting for your guidance." Wang Bo clicked play.
The full version of "Encounter" flowed from the monitor speakers.
Compared to the version that Zhou Yuji listened to yesterday, Wang Bo made some minor adjustments—the string section entered more naturally, the drum beats were more balanced, and the vocals were processed more delicately.
Su Yiyi listened very attentively.
Sometimes she would close her eyes and listen intently, and sometimes she would open them to look at the waveform on the screen, her brows furrowed as if she were solving a complex math problem. She would even take out her leather notebook, open it, and quickly jot something down with her pen, the curve of her wrist as she wrote so elegant it was a picture-perfect scene.
When the violin solo came on during the interlude, she let out a soft "Ah," as if she had discovered some treasure, her eyes shining brightly.
After the song finished playing, the recording studio was quiet for a few seconds.
Then Su Yiyi clapped.
It wasn't just polite applause, but heartfelt and enthusiastic applause. Her hands weren't large, and the clapping sounded crisp and restrained, but each clap was full of sincerity.
"It's amazing..." She seemed so stunned by the beauty that she was speechless. "Wang Bo, the full version of this song is even more moving than the a cappella version. The arrangement is just right, without overshadowing the main theme, perfectly complementing your voice and the emotions of the song."
She stood up, walked to the control panel, leaned over and pointed at the screen, her long hair slipping down her shoulders, almost touching the screen.
Wang Bo smelled a faint fragrance emanating from her; it was clean and warm.
"Especially here," Su Youyi tapped the screen lightly, "when the second verse begins, the little bit of electric piano sound you added, like raindrops... and here too,"
She pointed to another spot: "The interlude after the chorus, the violin melody line and your vocal melody form a dialogue... You are really too professional in handling these details."
Wang Bo was a little embarrassed. Being praised so sincerely was more appealing than receiving a commercial evaluation from Su Xiaoxiao: "There are still many shortcomings, and I was just about to ask you for advice. For example, in the chorus, I feel that my voice could be a bit clearer..."
"It's about the resonance point." Su Yiyi hit the nail on the head. She sat back down in her chair, gently patted her knees with her hands, like a teacher preparing to start a lesson. "Listen here."
She asked Wang Bo to rewind the song to the chorus and pointed to the spectrogram: "Look, your fundamental tone is very stable, but the overtones are not rich enough. This means your resonance chambers are not fully open. Come on, let me teach you a few exercises."
For the next two hours, the recording studio transformed into a vocal classroom.
Su Yiyi demonstrated her professional competence as a music teacher. Instead of engaging in empty theoretical discussions, she directly had Wang Bo sing and corrected him line by line.
When she was teaching, her demeanor completely changed—she was no longer the quiet and shy girl, but a confident, focused, and charismatic instructor.
"Here, feel the voice coming from between your eyebrows..." She stood up, walked to Wang Bo, and gently touched her forehead with her finger. "Yes, imagine a beam of light shining from the center of your forehead..."
As she demonstrated, her neckline lengthened, and the collar of her white shirt opened slightly with the movement, revealing a more defined collarbone, but she paid no attention to any of that, focusing all her attention on the music.