Chapter 6

Since his body had not yet fully recovered from the car accident, the wound on his chest still ached faintly, affecting his voice. Du Xinghe decided to let Xu Nuo sing the demo of "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks."

After explaining the mood of the song to Xu Nuo and correcting a few notes she had hummed inaccurately, Du Xinghe sent Xu Nuo into the recording studio. He himself sat beside the sound control console to help her with the sound mixing.

Standing straight behind the microphone, with Du Xinghe watching her from the other side of the soundproof glass, Xu Nuo felt quite nervous.

She had never seen such a serious Du Xinghe before.

Although he was only 16 years old and still had a youthful innocence on his face, when he put on the headphones and sat beside the sound control console, the calmness in his eyes and the commanding presence he exuded made him seem like an experienced producer.

Being under the attention of such a Du Xinghe, Xu Nuo felt as if she had been transported back to a year ago, when Nian Dai Records was recording her first album.

The producer of that album, Huang Cheng, had given her a similar feeling.

Moreover, just like Huang Cheng, Du Xinghe also made some demands that she couldn't quite understand.

For example, Du Xinghe wanted her to sing "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks" with a sense of lamentation over the trials and tribulations of talented people and beautiful women.

This expression should not be too classical or too slick; she needed to find the right balance.

To be more specific, he wanted her to sing as if a modern person had traveled back in time to ancient times.

Xu Nuo couldn't understand what Du Xinghe meant by "a modern person traveling back in time" and was quite puzzled.

As the accompaniment music started, Xu Nuo could only close her eyes, hold the headphones with both hands, and interpret the song based on her own understanding.

"Yesterday, like the east-flowing water, is gone and cannot be retained. Today, my heart is troubled and restless. Cutting the water with a sword only makes it flow more, and drinking to forget sorrow only increases it. Tomorrow, the clear wind will scatter in all directions..."

Sitting behind the sound control console, Du Xinghe frowned as he heard Xu Nuo's dry and restrained voice through the monitoring headphones.

To say that this Xu Nuo had a really big chest, at least 33E, and a very pure and innocent face, like a younger sister next door.

But her voice lacked character; her high notes were not sweet, her mid-range notes were not beautiful, and her low notes were not deep enough.

In Du Xinghe's view, such a voice had very low malleability, was just an ordinary voice, and could not reach the level of a singer, at least not one with explosive and infectious power.

If he had to find a template for Xu Nuo from another dimension, Du Xinghe thought her voice was somewhat similar to "Milk Tea" Liu Ruoying, both very clean and not oily.

If Xu Nuo could express the inner emotions of the song as meticulously as Liu Ruoying, then with her clean voice, she might have a chance to become popular.

But the question was, could she do it?

At least from the current performance, Xu Nuo's interpretation of "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks" was very poor; she couldn't find the right feel at all.

After recording it twice, she still couldn't satisfy Du Xinghe. Xu Nuo couldn't understand what Du Xinghe meant, so he had to give up.

Making Xu Nuo record it again would be too much to ask.

Du Xinghe thought that after a good night's sleep, he would sing it himself the next morning.

The success or failure of "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks" was crucial to the future of Cloud World, and he couldn't take it lightly.

That night, Du Xinghe continued to sleep in Cloud World.

The next morning, before six o'clock, Du Xinghe got up from the makeshift bed in the office.

The sky outside the window was already bright.

The morning sea breeze blew through the window, invigorating Du Xinghe.

He slapped his face to wake himself up, washed up in the toilet, and then went out to the seaside to warm up his voice.

"Oh~! Ah~! Oh~!..."

Standing on the rocks, facing the sea, he practiced his voice a few times. Du Xinghe felt that his state today was quite good, and he was fully capable of recording the demo.

In this dimension, the range and breadth of his voice were far inferior to those in the previous dimension, mainly because he hadn't practiced enough.

His new body was only 16 years old and was in a critical stage of growth and development.

If he could practice his voice well during this period, it would lay a solid foundation for his future singing career.

Therefore, Du Xinghe placed great importance on training his new voice.

However, since he had just recovered from the car accident, his chest and lungs were still injured, affecting his breathing. He didn't dare to practice too hard and just opened his voice a little.

After practicing for 15 minutes and feeling that his voice was in a satisfactory state, Du Xinghe returned to the Cloud World recording studio and promptly recorded the demo of "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks."

Du Xinghe was quite satisfied with this demo. The singing style was popular and had a touch of nostalgia, much more effortless than what Xu Nuo had sung the night before.

The only flaw was that his voice was slightly immature, clearly that of a child.

For this, Du Xinghe had no good solution. He couldn't change his voice by adjusting his breathing yet. He would have to wait until his injuries were fully healed to fully showcase his singing skills.

For now, he just needed to capture the essence of "Butterfly Dream of Mandarin Ducks," as it was just a demo.

After everything was done, Du Xinghe wanted to call Lin Jianguo to the company to listen, but looking at the wall clock, it was not yet seven o'clock.

Thinking of Lin Jianguo's increasingly haggard face, Du Xinghe didn't have the heart to disturb him so early. He would call him later.

Stretching, Du Xinghe prepared to return to the general manager's office to catch up on some sleep.

Just as he stepped out of the recording studio, he saw Xu Nuo, carrying a large guitar case, enter the music room at the end of the corridor.

Du Xinghe was a bit surprised. Why did Xu Nuo come so early?

He took a few steps to the music room and looked inside through the glass window. He saw Xu Nuo sitting on the guitar chair, strumming and humming, as if she was creating something.

The girls of this era dressed rather conservatively. In Du Xinghe's memory, Xu Nuo often wore a white shirt with gray linen pants and particularly favored light-colored doll shoes. Overall, her style was neither mature nor cute, giving a rather odd and uncoordinated impression.

Xu Nuo was dressed in such a way at that moment.

However, Du Xinghe's focus was not on Xu Nuo's awkward style but on her chest.

From the side, Xu Nuo's chest was really big.

It seemed as if two giant papayas were stuffed inside her white shirt. If the buttons weren't of good quality, they would have burst open long ago.

In the previous dimension, Du Xinghe had only seen such drool-worthy large breasts on Teacher Aoi from Japanese educational films.

Now, seeing a girl even more innocent than Teacher Aoi with such large breasts, Du Xinghe found it quite interesting.

In the past ten years, being hidden by Chengtian, not only had Du Xinghe's talents been suppressed, but also his libido.

He had long been worn down by life and no longer had the desire to pursue beautiful girls.

But as a man, he still had an appreciation for beauty.

Xu Nuo, practicing in the music room, seemed quite cute to Du Xinghe. She was the most charming girl he had seen since being reborn in this world.