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Chapter 964: 955: Absolute Pitch (3)

Chapter 964: Chapter 955: Absolute Pitch (3)

Bo Yan tested the water temperature: “Little Fairy, time for a bath.”

Xia Siyu stretched out her hand, unwilling to walk even these two steps: “I’m a Little Fairy, I’m supposed to fly, not walk.”

Bo Yan was speechless, but resigned to his fate, he picked her up and carried her to the bathtub. Once in the hot water, Xia Siyu finally felt comfortable and even hummed a song happily.

Bo Yan, keeping to the rules, entered too. She was still a patient, and he didn’t want to start anything, focusing solely on helping her wash her body. But listening to her humming, Bo Yan suddenly raised his head: “What song were you just singing?”

Xia Siyu looked at him oddly: “‘Wind and Rain’, isn’t it the one we’re going to perform on Chinese New Year’s Eve? The theme song of our movie ‘Storm’. Hasn’t it been very popular recently? It’s even topped the charts and sounds pretty good too.”

Bo Yan was full of silent frustration. How to put it—the song Xia Siyu was singing should not be called ‘Wind and Rain’, but rather ‘The Fierce Storm’, a real tempest approaching! How could she manage to sing every single word, every single one, off-key?

No wonder she hasn’t been able to participate in any evening gala in her seven years since debut, and this Chinese New Year’s Eve gala would be her first. Even in variety shows, she never sings. Her attempt at singing almost scared him off!

The key point is, she turned around cluelessly, asking with a hint of pride: “I sound good singing, right?”

Bo Yan paused, he had answered many questions in his life, but never had one troubled him like this.

If he said it sounded good, it would truly go against his principles.

But if he said it didn’t sound good, Xia Siyu would get mad.

This wasn’t a bonus question, it was a life-threatening question.

He hesitated, then said softly: “In my heart, you’re the best.”

After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder; in his eyes, Xia Siyu had eighteen layers of filters, so of course everything about her was the best.

Xia Siyu wasn’t satisfied, she turned and, with the sound of splashing water, asked earnestly: “And what if we’re speaking about the eyes of others?”

Bo Yan diverged the topic, “You are beautiful, whatever you say is right.”

Xia Siyu sat up straight again, leaning forward, closing the gap with her eyes: “So you mean, I’m only good-looking? Not good at singing?”

Under her pressing, Bo Yan leaned backward, further and further, until his head was nearly out of the bathtub. Unable to stand the pressure, he replied: “…Your singing is uniquely special.”

He also analyzed for her: “You have a pleasant vocal tone, and your voice is quite clear. The singing technique… that is very unique, one of a kind.”

“So that means it doesn’t sound good, huh?” In truth, Xia Siyu knew it herself, otherwise with her overbearing personality, she would have participated in plenty of variety shows yet never took the stage to sing a song.

Bo Yan didn’t add fuel to the fire; he just consoled her: “It’s alright, there’s still a week before the dress rehearsal. Half a month until the Chinese New Year’s Eve gala. Take it easy, it’ll be fine quickly. And the line you’re assigned in the song is not difficult at all, for the ensemble part at the end, just keep your voice a bit lower.”

Xia Siyu’s mood sank again: “So you’re saying I’ll sing poorly?”

Her decision to join this year’s Chinese New Year’s Eve gala was not for the appearance fee. Firstly, it was to accompany Bo Yan, and secondly, it was needed for the promotion of the movie ‘Storm’. She had never sung on stage herself, and the usually overconfident Xia Siyu looked dejected, prompting Bo Yan to quickly comfort her: