After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

4 PM, Recording Studio 1.

The sunlight outside the window was already setting in the west, shining through the window and falling on the floor, gilding the entire room with a warm golden hue.

"stop."

Ye Lan sat in front of the mixing console, rubbing her temples. "This take won't work. The transition between true and falsetto in the verses is too abrupt."

Lin Zhixing stood in front of the microphone, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Understood. I'll try to get a feel for it again."

This is the tenth rehearsal today.

Although Lin Zhixing possesses "singing proficiency," the difficulty of this song lies in the separation and fusion of emotions—the verses express the helplessness of the chaotic Republic of China era, while the chorus expresses the resolute determination of an actor to save the country.

And switching between the two states instantly is indeed a challenge for him now.

"Pronounce each word softly, relax your vocal cords, relax them even more, and engage your breath and vocal cords simultaneously."

"Let's jump straight to the chorus this time, let me hear it."

Lin Zhixing had only hummed a couple of lines during the chorus, but it left a deep impression on her.

Now she wants to hear how it sounds when it's fully activated.

"it is good."

Lin Zhixing adjusted his breathing.

He closed his eyes, and the images of the postures, gazes, and the tragic scene of the burning theater that the system had instilled in him floated into his mind.

[Master of Traditional Chinese Opera], now at full power!

The accompanying drumbeats echoed in my mind.

Lin Zhixing suddenly opened his eyes.

Her originally upright posture slumped slightly, her shoulders relaxed yet exuded a hidden strength, and her eyes instantly became both alluring and sharp, as if an invisible layer of paint was applied to her face.

He tilted his head slightly, focused his energy in his dantian, and emitted his voice from there!

Sitting behind the mixing console, Ye Lan felt a surge of electricity rush from her tailbone to the top of her head!

Scalp tingling!

It really gives me goosebumps!

That voice was high-pitched and loud, yet it was also mellow and gentle.

It is neither as high-pitched as a female voice nor as rough as a male voice, but rather somewhere in between, carrying a kind of androgynous beauty and desolation.

It was like a heavy hammer, striking straight at the soul!

The song ended.

Lin Zhixing put away his stance and let out a long breath.

"Sister Lan? How are you?"

Ye Lan cleared her throat and subconsciously touched her arm.

"Not bad...not bad."

Lin Zhixing chuckled, "That's right, a good teacher produces a good student."

Stop being so cheeky.

Ye Lan stood up, and as she approached, a faint, cool woody scent entered Lin Zhixing's nostrils.

That's Ye Lan's signature perfume scent—sophisticated and cool.

She walked behind Lin Zhixing, reached out and gently pressed her hand on his lower back.

"The operatic style is right, and it's stunning. But..."

Ye Lan tightened her fingers slightly, the warmth of her fingertips seeping through the fabric. "When you go down to the low notes, your breath control is still a bit weak. Also, the transitions and the ending notes end too quickly, losing half the charm."

The two were very close.

Lin Zhixing could even feel the slight itch from her breath on the back of his neck as she spoke.

He stiffened for a moment. "Then...how should we change it?"

"Deepen your breath even further."

Ye Lan did not notice anything unusual about him.

She placed one hand on his lower back and the other hand gently on his shoulder, helping him adjust his posture.

"Follow my rhythm...inhale...sink down...when you turn the note, imagine the sound as a thread thrown out, then slowly pulled back in..."

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the glass onto the two of them.

One teaches diligently, and the other learns attentively.

......

It's 5:30 in the evening.

Recording Studio No. 2, Xinghe Building.

Zhao Yu glanced at his watch, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, that's enough for today. Go back and practice your basics more, so you don't mess up later."

"Okay, Teacher Zhao, thank you for your hard work."

Four trainees packed their belongings.

Gu Qingzhou slung her bag over her shoulder and asked casually, "Teacher Zhao, is Sister Lan's situation... over?"

"Probably not yet." Zhao Yu tidied up the sheet music. "When Sister Lan gets working, she won't stop until she's perfect."

Gu Qingzhou paused, gritted her teeth, and walked out of shed number two.

He slowed his pace as he passed shed number one.

The heavy, soundproof door was tightly shut, with only a small sliver of light visible through a small window in the door.

Although he couldn't hear anything, he could clearly see Ye Lan standing behind Lin Zhixing, correcting his movements hand in hand.

Hey.

"Why...?"

I'm a fourth-tier graduate, and I'm a newcomer that the company is heavily promoting.

What makes him, a nobody who only knows how to attract attention, so special?

"Brother Qingzhou, let's go?" Li Bowen urged from behind.

"They're here."

Gu Qingzhou withdrew her gaze, her face cold as she strode away.

Practice all you want, it won't help even if you practice until you die.

Traditional opera, such an outdated art form, is doomed to fail on this stage.

……

8:30 p.m.

Rental housing.

Lin Zhixing slumped onto the sofa, his whole body aching.

"worn out......"

Although he was physically exhausted, the afternoon of grueling training improved his control over the song "Red Silk" by more than one level.

[System Notification: After receiving guidance from a renowned instructor, your [Singing Proficiency] level has increased to (60/100).]

"60? Not bad, not bad."

Lin Zhixing nodded in satisfaction.

My stomach started growling.

He got up and skillfully boiled water, made instant noodles, and added sausage and egg.

While waiting for his instant noodles for three minutes, he habitually opened the system panel.

Reputation value in the upper right corner: 124500.

The huge traffic boost brought by "Lone Warrior" has been largely exhausted, and the growth rate of reputation points has slowed down significantly.

"120,000..."

Lin Zhixing stroked his chin.

Although we now have [Opera Proficiency] in the next match, we still need to add another layer of protection just to be on the safe side.

"I used up all my luck last time on picking up the Queen, which resulted in a complete failure in my 50-pull."

"My luck should be turning around today, right?"

He finished his instant noodles in a few bites, then rushed into the bathroom and scrubbed his face vigorously with facial cleanser.

"Luck won't save you from bad luck, but spending money can change your fate! System, give me a ten-pull!"

[Consume 100000 Reputation Points for a 10-pull to start!]

The gashapon machine spun wildly, with explosive special effects.

Lin Zhixing stared at the screen.

"Withdraw money! Withdraw money! Withdraw money!"

The light dissipated.

This time, it's no longer a neat row of gray "Thank you for your patronage".

Among a cluster of white and blue orbs of light, a purple orb stood out brilliantly!

"It's out!!!"

[Ding! The lottery has ended. Congratulations on winning the following items:]

[Master-level Skill Trial Card (1 hour)] x1 (Purple)

Memory Capsule (Small) x4 (Blue)

[Charming Band-Aid] x1 (Blue)

Energy Potion (Small) x3 (White)

[Instant Noodle Companion] x1 (White)

Lin Zhixing clicked on the purple card.

[Master-level Skill Experience Card (1 hour)]

[Level: Purple]

[Note: After use, you can specify any skill you already possess and temporarily upgrade its level to [Master (Purple)] for the next 1 hour.]

(Note: Master level, you will have the ability to establish your own school of thought, every glance, every breath is art.)

"hiss--"

"Awesome!"

Master level!

Lin Zhixing slapped his thigh.

His current "Opera Proficiency" is only blue (professional level), which is sufficient, but still falls short of true mastery.

But if it's a purple master level...

That's different.

"Li Ziming? A folk music ensemble?"

"Sorry, I had a cheat code in this game."

"In this round, I'm going to show you what it truly means to outshine everyone else."