raknovel Chapter 88 How about considering becoming a singer?
Chapter 88 How about considering becoming a singer?
Chapter 88 How about considering becoming a singer?
Lin Yu smiled and stepped forward to gently hug her.
Zhang Ruonan's body stiffened slightly.
Then slowly relax.
She buried her face in Lin Yu's chest, smelling the faint scent of laundry detergent on him, and a sudden, indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart.
I don't know when we'll meet again.
"Brother Lin Yu, you have to take good care of yourself." Her muffled voice came from Lin Yu's chest.
"You too." Lin Yu gently patted her back.
Zhang Ruonan released her grip, took a step back, and looked up at him.
Her eyes were a little red, but she was smiling.
"I'm leaving."
"Bon Voyage."
Zhang Ruonan dragged her suitcase into the waiting room.
She didn't turn around.
Because she was afraid that if she turned around, she wouldn't be able to leave.
Lin Yu stood at the entrance, watching her figure disappear into the crowd. He stood there for a while, then turned and left.
After seeing his two younger sisters off, Lin Yu returned to his rented room and collapsed onto the bed.
These past two days have been exhausting, with rehearsals and auditions, I haven't slept well at all.
He lay down for a while, then picked up his phone and opened Weibo.
Good guy.
Lin Yu sat up abruptly from the bed.
Two million.
His Weibo followers jumped from less than one million to two million.
Lin Yu rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.
That's right, two million.
He opened the homepage, and the latest Weibo post was still the one that forwarded the trailer for "Grade One Graduation Season".
The comments are almost 60,000, there are over 40,000 reposts, and over 200,000 likes.
Where did these fans come from?
Lin Yu opened the comments section and found the answer.
"Brother Lin Yu is a man who has received Wang Piku's approval!"
"Brother Lin Yu could debut as a singer!"
"Lin Yu's renditions of 'Light' and 'Let's Rock Together' brought tears to my eyes!"
"Are you sure you didn't mistype something, upstairs?"
"I suspect she got wet herself, but I have no proof!"
"I can vouch for the fact that the upstairs neighbors are wet; the water has even seeped down to my floor!"
"Sisters, stay dry! Stay dry!"
Lin Yu's lips twitched as he looked at the comments.
His fans, as always, are unserious.
But it cannot be denied.
These unconventional fans are truly formidable fighters.
Lin Yu left the comments section and browsed the trending topics in the entertainment section.
#Lin Yu's singing skills during the first-year graduation season# ranked seventh on the trending searches.
#LinYuGuangming# is ranked tenth on the trending searches.
#LinYuLet'sSwayTogether# is ranked fifteenth on the trending topics list.
Three trending topics, all about him.
Lin Yu leaned against the headboard, looking at his phone screen with a slight smile on his lips.
This trip to "Grade One Graduation Season" was definitely worthwhile.
Just as he was scrolling through Weibo, his phone suddenly rang.
Li Chengyuan.
"Xiaoyu, what are you busy with?" Li Chengyuan's voice came from the other end of the phone, with his usual enthusiasm.
"I just dropped Tian Xiwei and Zhang Ruonan off at the train station, and I'm lying at home now," Lin Yu said truthfully.
"That's perfect, I have something to tell you." Li Chengyuan's voice became serious.
"Xiaoyu, you don't have any gigs lately, and your singing skills have been getting a lot of buzz online. The company is considering whether you'd like to release a single?"
Lin Yu was stunned for a moment.
Release a single?
He hadn't thought about that direction.
"The company thinks you have a good foundation in singing, and you're currently very popular. Releasing a single will not only solidify your fanbase but also expand your influence," Li Chengyuan continued.
"Of course, this isn't mandatory; you can think about it yourself."
Lin Yu remained silent for a few seconds.
His singing skills are already at an intermediate level, more than enough to be a professional singer.
Moreover, today's young stars are all-rounders, singing and acting, which makes them even more popular with fans.
More importantly, releasing a single can not only boost fame but also generate income.
Why not?
"Brother Li, I've thought it through. I'm okay with releasing it, but I want to choose the songs myself," Lin Yu said directly.
"Of course. We don't care what you sing, as long as it's released under your name. Just tell me your song choices, and the company will handle the production and distribution for you," Li Chengyuan said with a smile.
"Okay, thank you, Brother Li."
Lin Yu hung up the phone and began to think about the matter seriously.
Releasing a single is acceptable, but it can't be done casually.
He had listened to countless songs in his past life and knew which songs would become popular and which would not.
At this point in time, traditional Chinese style songs are the most suitable for him.
He remembered a song from his past life that was popular on short video platforms from 2018 to 2026, and its popularity remained undiminished for eight years. There were always people in the comments section saying "mistakenly entered the heavenly family".
Memories of Leaving the Nine Gates.
The melody of this song is catchy, the lyrics are evocative, and the imagery is beautiful, making it a perfect match for his voice.
And most importantly, this song hasn't become popular yet.
The original singer, Miaoyu Qingge, is a niche group specializing in traditional Chinese music. This song didn't become very popular under their management, so the copyright probably wasn't expensive.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu made a phone call to Li Chengyuan.
"Brother Li, I've made up my mind. I want to sing 'Memories of Farewell to the Nine Gates'."
"What?" Li Chengyuan didn't hear clearly.
"'Farewell to the Nine Gates' is an ancient-style song. Brother Li, could you help me contact the copyright holder? I want to buy the copyright for this song."
"No problem, send me the song title and I'll look it up."
Ten minutes later, Li Chengyuan called back.
"I found it. The copyright for this song is held by a music group called 'Miaoyu Qingge.' They're a niche group specializing in traditional Chinese style music, with limited influence. I've had someone negotiate with them; it shouldn't be difficult."
"Okay, Brother Li, you keep an eye on it for me. I'll pay the copyright fees myself."
"What do you want to pay? The company will cover it for you," Li Chengyuan said with a smile.
"Hey kid, why are you being so polite with the company?"
"The company belongs to the company, and mine belongs to me. I also want to prove myself!" Lin Yu thought for a moment but still refused.
He had another idea in his mind.
He needs to register a studio.
He suffered too many losses in his past life and knows how complicated the distribution of interests between artists and companies is.
Although Guangmang is his uncle's company and wouldn't cheat him, he still needs to have the necessary things.
A personal studio is the best choice.
From now on, all his income will go through the studio, resulting in lower taxes, higher revenue sharing, and he can keep the copyright in his own hands.
Lin Yu checked the registration process online and found it to be simpler than he had imagined.
His current position is the deputy manager of the video department at Enlight Media, which is considered a senior executive in the company, giving him a natural advantage in registering a studio.
He sent a message to Li Chengyuan.
"Brother Li, I'd like to register a personal studio. What's the process?"
Li Chengyuan replied instantly: "You've thought of everything quite thoroughly. Okay, I'll have someone take care of it for you, it'll be quick."
Lin Yu replied with "Thank you, Brother Li," and then began studying the song "Memories of Farewell to the Nine Gates."
He sang this song in his past life, and he remembers the melody and lyrics very clearly.
However, to make a studio version, it is necessary to rearrange, re-insert, and re-mix the music.
These all require professional music producers.
After thinking about it, Lin Yu decided to ask Li Chengyuan for help.
"Brother Li, can the company help with the arrangement and production?"
"Yes. The company has music producers we work with, and they're quite good. Send me the sheet music and lyrics, and I'll have them do an arrangement."
"it is good."
Lin Yu compiled the sheet music and lyrics for "Memories of Farewell to the Nine Gates" and sent them to Li Chengyuan.
He remembered the melody of the song very clearly, and it wasn't difficult to write out the sheet music.
The lyrics are etched into my mind.
"Actors are often tragic figures, pitifully sharing deep, old affections; the entire audience of officials, all old and decrepit, their tales of the underworld never end—"
Three days later, Li Chengyuan sent the arrangement to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu listened once and nodded.
The arrangement is well done, with a strong traditional Chinese style, and the combination of erhu and guzheng is very tasteful.
However, there are a few places he feels could be adjusted.
He called the music producer and explained his ideas in detail.
After listening, the other person remained silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"Teacher Lin, you're a professional, right?"
Lin Yu smiled and said, "I was just saying."
"Your casual remark is more professional than the opinions of many professional singers," the music producer remarked. "Okay, we'll revise it according to your suggestion."
Two days later, the final version of the arrangement was released.
Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction after listening.
This song is a sure thing.
Next, we went into the recording studio to record the song.
Lin Yu walked into the recording studio of Enlight Media, put on his headphones, and stood in front of the microphone.
The sound engineer gave him an OK sign from outside.
Lin Yu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
As the prelude begins, the sound of the erhu is distant and desolate, like a sigh coming from a very far place.
Then he spoke.
"Actors are often tragic figures, pitifully sharing deep, old affections; the entire audience of officials, all old and decrepit, their tales of the underworld never end—"
His voice was deep and clear, carrying an indescribable sense of vicissitude and sorrow.
It wasn't the kind of deliberate sentimentality, but rather an emotion that welled up from the bottom of my heart, flowing out naturally.
The sound engineer paused for a moment outside, then sat up straight.
This young man seems a bit different.
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