Emotionally stable, but continuing to go crazy

Faced with such a dilemma, Wei Zhe'an had to reconsider his performance strategy. He listened to the original song again and after deep thinking, he believed that the core of this song lies in the investment and transmission of emotions.

Therefore, he decided to abandon the original rap and dance parts and focus more on showing what he is really good at, so as to ensure that he can bring a profound and unique performance experience to the audience within three minutes.

Such adjustments mean that Wei Zhe'an needs to grasp the emotional direction of the song more accurately within a limited time, and touch the hearts of the audience through delicate expression and affectionate interpretation.

Although such a change may cause him to lose some opportunities to showcase his skills, he believes that only performances that are truly touching can win the recognition and love of the audience.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wei Zhe'an sat in front of the computer and carefully checked the re-arranged accompaniment of "After the Clouds" again.

After he confirmed that everything was correct, he submitted the final version to the program team. Then, he picked up his guitar and applied for a practice room from the program team. Time was tight and he needed to practice as much as possible in the limited time.

In the practice room, Wei Zhe'an was immersed in the ocean of music. He played the guitar over and over again, feeling the beat of every note with his heart, and trying to perfectly integrate new ideas for arrangement into his performance.

He closed his eyes and let his mind connect closely with the music, as if he was in a deserted world.

As the night fell, the stars twinkled in the distance. After Li Jinhe and his colleagues in the live broadcast group completed the detailed arrangements for tomorrow's live broadcast, they said goodbye politely.

He stood alone in front of the elevator, ready to take it back to his lounge.

My eyes were inadvertently attracted by a bright light at the far end of the corridor. It was the light of the fourth practice room, which was particularly eye-catching in the quiet night.

Li Jinhe looked down at his watch. The hour hand had already passed the 11 o'clock mark. At this time, most people were already asleep.

He did not want to disturb the students' efforts. Everyone has their own pursuits and dreams, and he respects their choices and efforts.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door slowly opened, and Li Jinhe was about to step in. However, at this moment, his body seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he looked back involuntarily. His eyes penetrated the dim corridor and fell directly on the practice room in the distance.

The light in the practice room was still on, dim but firm, like a bright lamp lit by a lonely traveler in the silent night.

Li Jinhe frowned slightly, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he knew that he needed to go and see.

So he followed his instincts and headed for the practice room.

In the practice room, Wei Zhe'an was still immersed in the ocean of music, making subtle adjustments to his singing style.

Seventeen sat obediently aside, nodding gently to the melody, as if enjoying the performance.

"This song is already perfect. Your practice time and values ​​today have already met the standards. You won't see any improvement if you practice further," the cat reminded gently.

Wei Zhe'an stopped playing the guitar, smiled and said, "I know, I just want to sing for a while longer."

Cat tilted his head and looked at him, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes: "Are you nervous? With your current data, you are already the best among these trainees. You won't be demoted no matter how hard you perform."

Wei Zhe'an shook his head, a trace of confusion in his eyes: "I'm not nervous. I just don't feel real."

He stood up, leaned his guitar against the stool, and sat cross-legged next to the cat.

"Everything I've experienced since I traveled through time and space," he continued, "feels unreal. I've been living someone else's life under my own name, and I've always felt like I'm drifting away."

He paused, took a deep breath, and continued: "When I sing, this feeling becomes less intense, which makes me feel like I'm still alive."

Seventeen listened quietly, as if he could understand his confusion and struggle. At this late hour, the lights in the practice room seemed particularly warm, and Wei Zhe'an and the cat looked particularly lonely in it.

He hugged himself, resting his chin on his arms, his voice trembling a little: "Actually, I don't know whether I should believe you, but what else can I do except believe you? I want my sister to be alive."

Maybe it was because the late night made people particularly vulnerable. He murmured to himself with a hint of sob in his voice: "I really want to go back. I want to go back to my parents and sister. If only I hadn't died... I want to go home..." His eyes were slightly red, as if he was holding back tears.

The cat stayed quietly beside him, giving him a little comfort with its presence.

The silence of the night made Wei Zhe'an's voice seem particularly clear.

Li Jinhe stopped in front of the door of the practice room and finally understood where his previous inexplicable throbbing came from.

Recalling the first time he met the boy, Li Jinhe was deeply impressed by his handsome appearance, outstanding business skills and shy modesty.

At that time, Wei Zhe'an was a little introverted, like an unpolished jade.

After yesterday's conflict, he showed unprecedented confidence, kindness and responsibility. Although his words were sharp, he had a soft heart.

What is even more shocking is that Li Jinhe suddenly begins to hear his inner voice and learns Wei Zhe'an's unknown story.

Wei Zhe'an was no longer the same person he first met.

He experienced life and death, and traveled from another world. He survived alone in this world full of unknowns for him, while also shouldering the responsibility of saving his sister.

All this made Li Jinhe feel pity for the boy. He thought that maybe he could provide him with some help, at least to make him feel less lonely during this long journey.

He raised his hand gently and knocked on the door.

Wei Zhe'an's heartstrings tightened instantly, and he hurriedly wiped the wet corners of his eyes, trying to hide his emotions. After taking a deep breath, he walked to the door and opened it.

Li Jinhe came into view outside the door. He smiled gently, pointed to his watch, and reminded softly: "It's very late. Excessive practice may be counterproductive and affect your performance tomorrow. Go back and rest early."

Wei Zhe'an nodded, his eyes full of gratitude: "Okay, Brother He, you should also go to bed early."

Li Jinhe smiled and nodded. Looking at Wei Zhe'an's still red eyes, he wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he jokingly said, "Do you want me to take you back? In case you get lost."

Wei Zhe'an's face flushed instantly, and he waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no, no need, Brother He, I know the way, I won't bother you."

Li Jinhe couldn't help but smile softly when he saw this. He raised his hand and touched Wei Zhe'an's hair, his voice full of tenderness: "Good luck tomorrow, good night."

Wei Zhe'an was a little stunned by this sudden intimate gesture, but a warm current surged in his heart. He looked at Li Jinhe shyly, his face still flushed, and said softly: "I will... Good night, Brother He."