Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 758: 754: The Late Blind Selection

Chapter 758: Chapter 754: The Late Blind Selection

The next day at noon, Ye Fan met Shen Yan at the agreed place for lunch.

Perhaps it was after a night of rest, but when Ye Fan saw Shen Yan, he found her radiant and lively, her beautiful eyes shimmering as if containing a spectrum of colors, her fair skin on her pretty face soft and delicate, with a subtle luminous glow. Her elegant dress, even prettier than the one the day before, genuinely dazzled Ye Fan for a moment.

“What is it?” asked Shen Yan, her pretty face blushing slightly.

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and smiled, “You seem to be in high spirits, you must have slept well last night?”

“Mhm, I did have a rather comfortable sleep last night,” Shen Yan said with a smile. “How’s the song practice going?”

“Not bad,” Ye Fan replied. “‘Crying Sand’ is a song that suits being sung quietly. As long as you find the right entry point, it’s rather easy to sing.”

Shen Yan nodded in agreement. Being a diva herself, she sang “Crying Sand”—a classic song for girls—very well indeed.

“I’ve already contacted the ‘China’s Good Voice’ production team; they’ve decided to let you audition in the blind selection a few minutes before the supplementary recording,” Shen Yan said.

The mentors of “China’s Good Voice” were big names in the music industry and often had numerous commitments, so it was not possible to gather them again just for a separate blind selection for Ye Fan.

Ye Fan responded with a “Hmm.”

After lunch, Ye Fan and Shen Yan left the restaurant one after the other and drove separately to Yan Yusong’s home.

They were going to borrow Yan Yusong’s music studio for a sound check.

Considering that the audience for “China’s Good Voice” wasn’t just the four mentors and live audience at the recording but also tens or hundreds of millions of viewers who would later watch the show on TV and online, it was crucial to have Shen Yan help out, identify any shortcomings, and correct them.

When they arrived at Yan Yusong’s villa, only his wife was home as Yan Yusong was still teaching at the school.

However, Shen Yan had already made arrangements with Yan Yusong the night before.

So, after exchanging pleasantries with Yan Yusong’s wife, Ye Fan and Shen Yan took the keys, went up to the third floor, and entered the music studio.

Once inside, they closed the door, sat down together, and chatted casually for a few minutes to relax.

After a while, it was finally time for Ye Fan to rehearse “Crying Sand.”

“You are my most bitter wait,

Bringing me joy and fears for the future.

You often say you’re just a speck of dust,

Sometimes playfully drifting into my eyes.

Rather have me cry than let me love you,

You disappear like dust in the wind…”

His voice was like that of an actor in the depth of night, conveying his heartfelt emotions to the distant night sky, like a thin layer of sand gently blown onto a quiet, deserted beach—slowly nurturing emotions until it finally climaxed. Yet this emotional climax wasn’t strong, it was tricky; too high and it would feel jarring and unnatural, too low and it would seem flat. But Ye Fan, with his performance, had hit it just right, capturing that delicate point perfectly.

The song was a classic, but to truly sing it well required a great deal of skill, especially a capella.

However, for Ye Fan, the song was an excellent fit, as if it were tailor-made for him.

“…the sand brought by the wind passes through all memories

Everyone knows I’m thinking of you,

The sand brought by the wind is crying in the gloom,

Could it be that separation was foretold?”

Ye Fan finally finished singing and even he couldn’t immediately emerge from the artistic conception of the song. He waited a moment before he sighed softly and returned to normal.

And when his gaze fell on Shen Yan’s pretty face, he saw her face adorned with sadness, her eyes not red, but streaked with two tear marks still flowing down her cheeks.

Ye Fan nodded silently, knowing he had sung “Crying Sand” well.

He believed this song could make listeners cry, but it wasn’t the type of strong weeping—it was a mild and profound sadness that came from the bottom of one’s heart, immersing people and causing them to shed tears unconsciously, with a lingering, long-lasting aftertaste. If listeners clearly felt like crying, with a sour nose and reddened eyes, the best effect wasn’t achieved.

After quite some time, Shen Yan finally let out a deep sigh, and then she came back to her senses.

Turning her back and wiping away the tears, Shen Yan took two or three steps towards Ye Fan, approached him, tilted her pretty face upward, and gazed into Ye Fan’s bright, spirited, and profoundly deep eyes.

“Ye Fan, I find I’m almost becoming a fan of yours,” Shen Yan said. “I’ve heard many versions of this song, including covers by divas, but you sing it the best.”

Ye Fan smiled and said, “So, you mean I have no problem singing it this way?”

“No problem at all. As long as you keep up this standard, it will be no issue for all four coaches to turn around,” Shen Yan said with great affirmation.

Ye Fan felt very relaxed. Participating in “China’s Good Voice” was a matter of great honor for many people, but he was invited by the show with a huge amount of money. Even so, he hadn’t taken it seriously; if not for Shen Yan’s connection, he might not have even bothered practicing and gone straight on stage to perform.

At eight o’clock in the evening, at the recording venue with lavish décor and high-end musical equipment, the audience had already arrived in full anticipation, and the four coaches were also on time.

The four coaches received notification that a contestant had been delayed due to other commitments and had not yet participated in the initial blind auditions, so they would audition that latecomer before the supplemental blind auditions.

The coaches took their seats which then automatically swiveled to face away from the stage.

With their backs to the stage, the four coaches exchanged glances and were all a bit curious, “Could this late-arriving contestant be so outstanding that the program team made an exception for him?”

As they were absorbed in their curiosity, suddenly the audience erupted into excited shouts.

“What’s going on? What’s going on?!” Na Ying was the first to turn her head and ask.

Yang Kun joked with a smile, “Perhaps a great beauty has come on stage, or maybe a handsome guy like me, so everyone is excited. Hahaha…”

“It must be a singer who is well-known and loved by everyone,” Wang Feng said solemnly, without a hint of humor.

The audience’s enthusiastic response was surely not just because of a handsome man or a beautiful woman.

Dong, dong, dong…

A characteristic chime sounded, the lights in the hall dimmed, and the venue fell into silence instantly.

“It’s starting,” Zhou Jielun said.

Without any instrumental sound, a magnetic and pleasant baritone voice seemed to rise from the depths of everyone’s heart, instantly gripping all their hearts, causing the audience to set aside all impatience and listen with bated breath.

“You are my bitterest waiting,

Making me delighted yet fearful of the future,

You always loved to say you are but a speck of dust…”