The singing and dancing actress starts by transmigrating into a trainee.

Doyle's fingers clattered on the keyboard, and when the computer screen froze on that scene, he angrily ripped off his headphones, slammed them on the table, and couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck, a bunch of idiots..."

Enraged, he unleashed a torrent of words at the computer screen.

However, when he lay down in the gaming chair, he turned on his phone to listen to a couple of songs to calm down.

He opened the music streaming app YT and clicked on the first few songs. However, the three songs in a row did not calm him down; instead, they fueled his anger even more.

"OMG, this is the song Belloc recommended. It's absolutely terrible, just like him. I can't believe his nonsense."

"It's unbelievable who's listening to such loud and jarring music."

"Oh, this song sounds like fingernails scratching a blackboard, it's so annoying, the singer and the songwriter should be sent to meet God."

Next, he looked at an unfamiliar name and clicked on it forcefully. He wanted to see just how awful this damn music was, and then, when school started tomorrow, he would definitely complain to his classmates about how these damn singers had ruined the music.

This song is a bit different from the previous ones. It starts with a somewhat dull drumbeat, one beat after another, with a steady yet slow rhythm, as if some kind of ancient ritual is being performed.

Immediately following, some musical instrument began to play, its mournful sound casting a shadow over one's heart.

Doyle raised an eyebrow slightly, showing a hint of interest, but remained prepared to criticize.

Soon, a female singer joined in, her voice deep and slightly hoarse, each word sounding as if she were wearing heavy shackles.

Doyle couldn't understand the lyrics at all. He was initially annoyed that he couldn't understand what they meant, but he could clearly feel their meaning.

Because the melody of the song itself is very expressive, and the singer's voice and tone variations convey emotions that he can understand without much effort.

Doyle's curiosity grew, and he couldn't help but adjust his sitting posture slightly to make himself more comfortable.

The harmonies that were gradually added were clearly different in tone, yet strangely compatible, making him wonder if this was a band.

Their voices grew weaker and weaker, sometimes faint and sometimes absent, carrying a chilling quality, like a faint sigh coming from the depths of darkness.

Doyle felt a sense of oppression and discomfort, as if he were trapped in a dark abyss, and the feeling of being tightly bound made his heart feel even more clenched.

At this moment, he no longer cared about curiosity; he just felt like he couldn't breathe.

But the next second, like a volcanic eruption, flames and a deafening roar came.

His voice, suppressed to the extreme, suddenly rose in pitch, like a beast breaking free of its cage and roaring.

At that moment, Doyle experienced what it meant to go from hell to heaven in a second.

The voices of seven people—oh no, it should be a single voice, a voice infused with immense power—resonated strongly in my ears and mind, instantly breaking through all the previous repression.

That must be the sound of a suona, an ancient instrument he had heard his teacher talk about.

The high notes and the suona sound combined, like two warriors fighting side by side, pushing the shouts to another climax.

The singer's voice, accompanied by the suona, sounded even more majestic and powerful, exuding a strong vitality, or rather, an aura of dominance that seemed to control everything.

Even until the end, that domineering aura lingered in his mind.

When he came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the song had already ended. It was a paid song, and what he was listening to now was just a free trial.

Doyle didn't hesitate to top up his account and buy the song. He wanted to listen to it again, but he couldn't wait to watch the music video.

After weighing the last two factors, I decided to watch the music video first.

The music video opens with a somewhat dimly lit scene, where a large screen suddenly lights up, and then seven graceful figures appear on the screen.

He didn't quite understand, but felt inexplicably scared and couldn't help touching his arm.

As the music started, even though he didn't understand it, he could see the seven shadows displaying a variety of expressions, from laughing and sobbing to being angry, frantic, dazed, surprised, and sarcastic.

However, what they have in common is that their movements are somewhat mechanical and sluggish, and there is a sense of constraint in their actions.

Coupled with their low, plaintive voices, it added an eerie quality, making Doyle's hair stand on end, a chill running down his spine.

Then, when he looked closely, he realized that the seven shadows had several threads on their bodies. They were like monsters controlled by the threads, which explained their slow movements.

Moreover, as time went on, the voices grew softer, and the threads on their bodies increased, almost engulfing them.

Then, in that one glance, his pupils dilated instantly, and Doyle's adrenaline surged. If he hadn't covered his mouth tightly with both hands, he almost couldn't help but scream.

Oh my god, is this some kind of ancient ritual from some country? It's even scarier than a horror movie!

However, this terrifying sight was also incredibly exciting, and he couldn't bear to look away, so he could only clench his fists and desperately suppress his terror.

Then, in the next second, accompanied by a loud sound, the shadow instantly flew out, kicking the screen and shattering it.

Even though he had heard it once before, he was still shocked by what he saw.

Then, mirrors appeared in front of the seven people, reflecting mocking smiles, discriminatory glances, shouts of criticism, and looks of being ignored and neglected.

The silk threads that had previously bound them had now become sharp weapons in their hands, shattering those cold mirrors.

At this moment, Doyle wished he could rush into the screen and take her place.

During the process of growing up, there are always some things that happen. What he finds most unforgettable is the teacher's indifferent and dismissive gaze, and the condescending tone that predicted he would amount to nothing in the future.

But as the mirror shattered, he also felt a sense of satisfaction.

In the end, it was the seven imposing figures who displayed such astonishing power from such small people.

Listening to a song and watching a music video are two different experiences. Listening to a song is indeed very enjoyable, whether it's the initial restraint or the high notes at the end, it's enough to be shocking.

But the music video's quirky and bizarre style, combined with the story it tells, makes it truly captivating.

But he liked them both, no matter which one they were.

After listening to it, he couldn't help but search for the band and the background of the story. After reading it, he could only sigh.

"Unbelievable, what's the song called 'Breaking Control'? This band is actually a girl group from China."

And their beauty...

Forgive me for only noticing their undeniable beauty now; is this what Eastern beauty is all about?

This thing called shadow puppetry is so frightening! Oh, truly worthy of being called the mysterious and ancient land of China.

After he finished learning about it, he also listened to other songs on the album, and wow, they were pretty good. It's unbelievable.

No, he had to let others know that there were such beautiful songs, and let those ear-piercing songs go to God.

This situation is not unique to Doyle; it is gradually spreading, and the song's popularity is slowly rising without some people noticing.