"Hey, this method is great!" someone praised Fat Bro, "True to your name, Fat Bro. Since Yuran is the original creator of the song, her grasp on the emotions will definitely be better!"
Surrounded by a dozen people pitching ideas one after another, Yuran couldn’t refuse them all and could only walk into the recording studio herself.
Once ready, she gave a professional gesture to the people outside.
The recording engineer looked at Yuran in awe and said to Fat Bro beside him, "Is Yuran really just an amateur?"
Obviously, the others were also amazed by this move, and a young girl said, "Ah, I think I’m becoming a fan of hers!"
From the moment she entered, Yuran didn’t put on any airs and buried herself in work, removing the intricate live instruments and directly blending them with the music she had pre-recorded.
In doing so, she not only reduced their original workload but also saved countless amounts of time.
Except for the few professionals who were busy, the rest were pretty much acting as support, with nothing much to do.
After the musical prelude started, everyone in the recording studio quieted down, and Yuran looked at the musical score in front of her, counting the beats.
In fact, everyone was curious; such a talented girl surely couldn’t sound bad when singing, right? After all, many songwriters, even just a very small fraction, don’t necessarily have pleasant singing voices.
When Yuran started to sing, that worry completely vanished. Her voice was lovely, ethereal with a hint of distant tranquility, making it very comfortable to listen to.
It was like being in a serene place, amidst mountain streams.
Especially refreshing.
Fat Bro furrowed his brows, looking at the sound engineer beside him, "Don’t touch anything!"
The sound engineer was startled, looking at Fat Bro with a puzzled face, "Fat Bro, I didn’t do anything!"
The mixer knobs in front of him were still in their original position, indeed untouched.
Everyone exchanged glances, all watching with disbelief as Yuran sang with a calm face, delicate features, and slightly deep-set eyes, looking very emotional as she sang.
Her lips were like cherry blossoms, her voice enchanting, and the recording engineer, that young girl, was nearly having hearts in her eyes.
"Yuran’s voice doesn’t need any sound correction to be released directly, it’s too... awesome!"
No one objected to that remark. A song’s duration is around four minutes, and Yuran quickly finished recording it, nailing it on the first try with impeccable completion.
Walking out of the recording studio and seeing everyone looking at her with envious eyes, Yuran blinked and asked innocently, "What’s with those expressions?"
The young girl rushed over, "Yuran, I beg you to debut on the spot, I’ll definitely support your original album, limited editions, digital albums..."
"Stop, stop, stop..." Yuran interrupted her, laughing and crying, "I probably won’t debut anytime soon!"
This statement was quite revealing. The girl’s eyes lit up, "So, you’ve seriously considered debuting, just that the timing isn’t right yet?"
The people in the recording studio were shocked. With such looks and talent, debuting would definitely make for a promising star. They felt somewhat uplifted by the thought, and even Fat Bro could hardly contain himself, "Yuran, if you do debut, you must release an album!"
Yuran: "..." It was still a long way off.
After a brief chat, everyone quickly got back to their tasks, but the efficiency of their work soon reached Qi Feng’s ears. The next day, he received the finished product, and coincidentally, the famed actor Bo was in his office.