After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Han Xuening's private recording studio.

There are five days left until the finals.

Li Ziming was sitting in the rehearsal room. As a top figure in the Chinese style music circle, after losing to Lin Zhixing's "Red Ling" last time, although he maintained his composure on the surface, he was determined to prove himself!

"Zimo, how do you plan to compete in the finals this time?" Han Xuening walked in, carrying two bottles of water.

"Sister Xue Ning."

Li Ziming stood up. "This time, I want to return to simplicity."

He took a sheet of music out of his bag and handed it to Han Xuening.

Han Xuening took the sheet music and glanced at the song title: "Drinking Alone by the River Moon".

"This song..." Han Xuening carefully looked at the lyrics, "Great! It's grand and majestic yet delicate! And this one-woman show format gives it a sense of aloofness, like being the only one sober in a world of drunks. Zimo, this song is a great choice!"

"Last time, Lin Zhixing also single-handedly carried the entire show with just a folding fan."

"This time, I will use the same method to win back my losses fair and square in my area of ​​expertise!"

"I must reclaim the reputation of 'traditional Chinese style'!"

"I am the true representative of traditional Chinese culture!"

......

10:00 AM.

Lin Zhixing arrived at Ye Lan's private studio in the western suburbs on time.

Lin Zhixing was already very familiar with this place.

"Knock knock".

Sister Hong opened the door for him.

"Good morning, Sister Hong."

"morning."

Hongjie thought to herself, Lanlan has helped this kid too much, I don't know what's so good about him.

I hope Lanlan's help to him was worthwhile.

"Lanlan is in the inner room, let's go in."

Enter the inner room.

Today, Ye Lan wore a black fitted knit dress with a beige coat over it. Her hair was casually tied up, and she wore black stilettos barefoot, giving her a more intellectual and gentle look than usual.

But when those beautiful eyes swept over, they still carried a chilling sense of oppression.

"Good morning, Sister Lan." Lin Zhixing greeted Ye Lan.

"Early what? It's already ten o'clock."

Ye Lan picked up her coffee, took a sip, and asked, "Is the song for the finals ready?"

"Absolutely."

Lin Zhixing took out two printed copies of sheet music from his bag and placed them on the table. "Two rounds of competition, two songs, they're all here."

Ye Lan picked up the sheet music and glanced at the song title.

"Another original work?"

Ye Lan looked up at him with a strange expression.

"Hey kid... do you have some kind of songwriting team? This output speed is insane! It's only been a few days!"

From "The Lone Warrior" to "Red-Clad Lament" and then to "Sunny Day," every single one of them is a hit. Now they're going to use two new songs to compete in the finals?

This is insane!

Lin Zhixing touched his nose and smiled sheepishly, "Inspiration just comes naturally. Sister Lan, what do you think of the lyrics and music?"

Ye Lan didn't ask any further questions and lowered her head to look at it carefully.

The first song I watched was a traditional Chinese style song.

The more Ye Lan looked, the more speechless she became.

These words... are absolutely brilliant!

"Is this song... a self-composed tune title?" Ye Lan was knowledgeable and immediately recognized the significance.

"Yes." Lin Zhixing nodded. "I want to use this song to create a new genre of Chinese style music."

"Quite the boast."

Ye Lan gave him a half-smile, but did not refute him.

I looked at it carefully again.

This song certainly deserves that title.

Then, she turned to another song.

This time, her expression became somewhat serious.

The lyrics, the melody... they're amazing!

Ye Lan put down the sheet music and let out a breath.

One is a piece of exquisitely graceful traditional Chinese style music, the other is a piece of utterly frenzied rock music.

One still, one moving; one elegant, one common.

Ye Lan looked at Lin Zhixing with admiration in her eyes, "Okay, I've approved both songs. Go to the studio and sing them a cappella for me to hear."

......

In the recording studio.

Lin Zhixing stood in front of the microphone and first sang a traditional Chinese song.

Although there was no accompaniment, his voice, enhanced by masterful skills, still perfectly conveyed the sorrow of parting.

Ye Lan wore monitoring headphones, closed her eyes, and gently tapped her fingers on the table.

That's too stable.

Compared to when he first arrived, this kid's singing skills have undergone a complete transformation.

His control over his breath and his handling of emotions are almost indistinguishable from those of professional singers.

It's important to understand that The Voice of China is just a stage for debuting, and this level is already far superior to that of singers who haven't debuted before.

Then came another song.

Lin Zhixing's condition has changed.

The high notes were piercing and despairing, yet they also possessed a destructive power!

Ye Lan took off her headphones, looked at Lin Zhixing behind the glass window, and remained silent for a long time.

Shocked.

Even she, a diva who had heard countless live performances, was stunned at this moment.

It's not just the voice, but also the eyes and body language.

Compared to before, it's like two completely different people.

"This kid... was born for the stage."

She said it silently to herself.

Lin Zhixing came out of the shed, took a sip of water, and asked, "Sister Lan, how are you? Are you alright?"

Ye Lan snapped out of her daze, her face regaining its usual composure.

"good."

She maintained a haughty demeanor, not wanting the boy to get too cocky. "The transitions in the first song need to be smoother, and the emotional control in the second song needs to be improved. Don't just shout. Keep practicing."

"Alright!"

Lin Zhixing wasn't angry; he knew Ye Lan was doing this for his own good.

......

The day's training passed quickly.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Lin Zhixing had practiced until his voice was hoarse, and he was just about to pack up and go home.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

Ye Lan sat on the sofa, closed the magazine in her hand, and said casually, "Now that we've finished our business, let's talk about personal matters."

"Personal matters?"

Lin Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

"Wha...what private matter?"

Ye Lan stood up and walked step by step to Lin Zhixing with her long legs.

She was wearing very high heels today, which made her look exceptionally tall.

"Take your phone out."

Ye Lan stretched out her hand, palm up, her tone leaving no room for argument, "I need to check."

"!!!"

Lin Zhixing broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

"Check...check the phone?"

He instinctively covered his pocket. "Sister Lan, this...this isn't right, is it? This is a matter of personal privacy..."

"privacy?"

Ye Lan sneered and took a step closer. "You're my student, so I have a responsibility to monitor your lifestyle. What if you have some junk on your phone that affects the competition?"

No! Absolutely not!

Lin Zhixing shook his head vigorously, "My phone is spotless! Cleaner than my face!"

"Yeah?"

Ye Lan raised an eyebrow. "Then why are you so nervous?"

"I...I was just afraid you'd misunderstand."

Lin Zhixing racked his brains, looking for an excuse to get away.

That photo!

If Ye Lan saw this.....

The scene was too beautiful for Lin Zhixing to imagine.

This is absolutely a capital offense!

"Um... Sister Lan!"

Lin Zhixing suddenly slapped his thigh. "Oh no! I'm still simmering soup at home! I think I forgot to turn off the stove when I left! What if the house burns down?! No, no, I have to go back right now!"

After saying that, he turned and ran.

"stop."

Ye Lan's cold voice came from behind.

"Why don't you try leaving through this door?"

Lin Zhixing's steps froze on the spot.

He turned around stiffly, only to see Ye Lan already sitting back on the sofa, crossing her legs.

She elegantly picked up her coffee cup, gently blew on it, took a sip, but her eyes remained fixed on Lin Zhixing.

"Making soup?"

Ye Lan smiled enigmatically. "You can make soup? I seem to remember someone who only knows how to cook instant noodles."

"Um... I just learned about health preservation recently, health preservation."

Lin Zhixing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and chuckled dryly, "Um... hahaha, I suddenly remembered, I don't think I cooked any soup. I was wrong, I was wrong."

"But Sister Lan..."

He was still desperately trying to explain, patting his pockets with an innocent look on his face, "I was in a rush to leave today, and it seems... I really didn't bring my phone. I left it at home."

"How about... I get it for you when I get back? I can bring it over for you to check tomorrow?"

"Didn't bring your phone?"

Ye Lan put down her coffee cup and slightly narrowed her beautiful eyes.

Do you think I should believe you or not?

She changed her posture, her raised toes swaying gently.

Her black stilettos dangled halfway off her feet, swaying with her movements, revealing a glimpse of her snow-white heels and delicate arches.

Lin Zhixing glanced at it, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Even though it was a critical moment, and even though cold sweat was still pouring down his forehead, his eyes still couldn't help but follow that jade-like foot as it swayed back and forth.

While mentally telling myself not to look, I couldn't help but glance at it a couple more times.

Lin Zhixing lamented inwardly, "Is this where my life is going to end?"

"Dad, Mom, thank you for raising me, but your son is unfilial; today I must sacrifice myself for art..."

"Have you seen enough?"

Ye Lan's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance.

She stopped swinging her feet, put her shoes on, and glared fiercely at Lin Zhixing.

"Hurry up and take it out! Don't make me say it twice!"

"If you dawdle any longer, I'll assume you have something shady on your phone and have Sister Hong kick you out!"

Lin Zhixing knew he couldn't avoid it any longer.

Sticking your neck out means you'll get cut, whether you stick your neck out or not.

"Here you go...Isn't that enough?"

With a pained expression, he reluctantly pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it over.

"Sister Lan, let's make this clear first: you can look, but you're not allowed to hit anyone."

Ye Lan snorted coldly and snatched the phone away.

"password."

"123456".

"..."

Ye Lan gave him a speechless look. "What's the difference between this password and not setting one at all?"

She unlocked the screen.

I opened WeChat first.

It's pinned to the top.

Note: [The Great Demon King, Sister Lan].

Ye Lan raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lin Zhixing.

"The Great Demon King?"

"hehe."

Lin Zhixing shrank back, forcing a smile: "Um... that's my respectful way of addressing you! It means your status in the music industry is unmatched, you're a top-tier powerhouse!"

"Keep making things up, keep making things up."

Ye Lan ignored him and clicked into the chat box.

I scrolled through the chat history.

That photo from that night... is it gone?

The message displayed is: "The other party has retracted a message."

Ye Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems this kid really didn't see it, or didn't save it.

She stepped back and noticed that Lin Zhixing wasn't looking this way.

I casually browsed through my chat history with other people.

It wasn't out of curiosity or anything.

It's purely, yes, about caring about the physical and mental well-being of the students.

Aside from normal chats with family and a few teammates, there wasn't any random information about other women.

"Hmph, at least he's honest."

Ye Lan felt slightly more satisfied.

Then, she opened her phone's photo album.

"I'd like to see what you usually hoard," Ye Lan thought to herself.

The album is mostly filled with photos of sheet music, and some landscape photos as well.

As Ye Lan flipped through the pages, her fingers stopped.

She saw several screenshots of herself from her movie.

There are photos of her looking back in a cheongsam, photos of her wandering the world with a sword in "Jianghu", and even photos of her when she first debuted and was still quite young.

Each frame is beautifully cropped; clearly, it was taken with care.

Ye Lan glanced at Lin Zhixing again, her eyes looking somewhat strange.

Why did you save my photos?

Lin Zhixing scratched his head, his face slightly red: "That's not... learning. Learning acting techniques from the movie queen."

"Glib-tongued."

Ye Lan gave a soft snort and continued scrolling down.

Just as she was about to return the phone to Lin Zhixing, her finger swiped to an encrypted photo album called "Study Materials".

"What is this?"

Ye Lan nodded curiously.

It requires a password?

"What's the password?" she asked Lin Zhixing.

Lin Zhixing's face turned pale instantly.

"Sister Lan...this...this really can't be shown! This is...this is a collection of lyrics I wrote that haven't been published yet! It's a trade secret!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Password!" Ye Lan became even more suspicious, her intuition telling her that there was definitely something fishy going on.

"...654321." Lin Zhixing resigned himself to his fate.

Ye Lan entered the password.

The photo album is open.

There was only one photo inside.

A... high-definition, perfectly angled...

Beautiful legs and feet!

It was the one she accidentally sent that night!

Moreover, this photo was... and it was set as a "favorite"!

boom!

Ye Lan felt like something had exploded in her head.

The air freezes.

Ye Lan's hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with three parts shame and indignation, three parts shock, and four parts murderous intent.

"Hehe, Lin Zhixing."

"Is this photo nice?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, yet carried a chill.

"Didn't you say you were taking a shower that day?"

"Didn't you say... you didn't see it?"

"Didn't you say... you didn't know what I posted?"

"...Sister Lan, um, I can explain..."

Ye Lan held up her phone, the screen facing Lin Zhixing. "Then please explain... where did this photo come from?"

Lin Zhixing lowered his head, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

This is absolutely a social disaster!

He dared not look at Ye Lan, and could only stare at his toes, his voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"That...could it be...auto-save from the phone? Or...a virus?"

"A virus?" Ye Lan laughed in exasperation. "What kind of virus can create a top-secret photo album for you? This virus is pretty intelligent, isn't it?"

"Lin Zhixing, you're pretty quick, aren't you?"

Ye Lan gritted her teeth, "I sent it and deleted it just seconds later, how could you save it? Have you been training?"

"Huh? No...no, no!"

Lin Zhixing shook his head shyly, "It's just... I'm skilled... no, no, it's just a coincidence! I just happened to be there!"

Seeing his uneasy, embarrassed and awkward appearance, Ye Lan's anger suddenly subsided by more than half.

She herself felt ashamed.

But more than anything, it's an emotion that's hard to define...

That kid.

"Hmph! You scoundrel!"

Ye Lan cursed and slammed her finger down the delete button.

"From today onwards, you are my primary focus of observation!"

She went to the recently deleted list and completely deleted the photos before throwing the phone back to Lin Zhixing.

"Hold onto your crappy phone! Stop storing this junk stuff in the future!"

Lin Zhixing quickly caught the phone, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Yes, yes, yes! I will heed your teachings! I will never do it again!"

Ye Lan stood up, straightened her clothes, and tried to regain her previous composure.

But Lin Zhixing noticed that Ye Lan's ear tips were slightly red.

"Alright, it's getting late, get out of here!"

She turned her back, waved her hand, and said, "Just looking at you annoys me!"

Lin Zhixing dared not linger and grabbed his bag to run outside.

As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Ye Lan.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her, gilding her silhouette with a golden edge.

Although he had just been scolded, he could tell that Ye Lan wasn't really angry.

"Sister Lan."

Lin Zhixing suddenly spoke, his tone earnest, "Thank you."

Ye Lan stiffened. "What are you thanking me for?"

"Thank you for your help."

"Don't worry, I will definitely win the finals."

I won't let you down.

After saying that, he pushed open the door and strode out.

The door closed.

The studio returned to silence.

Ye Lan turned around, looked at the closed door, and finally relaxed her tense body.

She picked up the cup of coffee, which had gone cold, and took a sip.

It has a bitter taste with a hint of sweetness.

"This kid..."

She touched her burning cheeks, and couldn't help but smile. "Quite clever."

Thinking about what had just happened, she felt both ashamed and angry.

"But...why would he save those photos? Could it be...?"

Ye Lan shook her head, trying to shake off those messy thoughts.

......

Yanjing.

Rental housing.

Lin Zhixing returned home, threw his bag on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"That scared the hell out of me! I almost died there!"

He patted his chest; the feeling of surviving a close call was exhilarating.

Lin Zhixing turned on his computer, skillfully entered a complex password, and opened a hidden folder.

The folder is named: [Study Materials].

I clicked on it and took a look.

That familiar photo of beautiful legs and feet lies there quietly.

"Heh heh, didn't expect that, did you?"

Lin Zhixing grinned smugly at the screen. "Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows, how could I not make a backup?"

"Sister Lan, even though you deleted it from your phone, what about my computer... hehehehe."

"This is a family heirloom; it must be carefully preserved!"

He closed the folder with satisfaction and then opened the project file for the new song.

"Alright, now that we've seen the perks, let's get down to business."

"The Grand Finals... Zhang Xianyu, Li Ziming..."

"Wash your neck and wait!"

"Let me show you what real stage-shaking is!"