The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Chapter 102 Yang Xingchen Invites Her to Sing Again

The city's night sky is brightly lit by neon lights, but few people look up to search for the real moon.

In a corner of this bustling city, Yang Xingchen's "The Moon Can Represent My Heart" swept through the music market like a breath of fresh air within just one month.

This moving melody can be heard everywhere – on the streets, in shopping malls, and even on the radios in the hands of the elderly.

In just over half a month, its downloads skyrocketed past 100 million, and it unsurprisingly secured the top spot on the Legend Chart, leaving other songs far behind and becoming the hottest phenomenon in the music scene.

Following this trend, Yang Xingchen's crowning as the King of Singers is a foregone conclusion, as such a brilliant achievement is extremely rare in the history of the music industry.

In his simply furnished yet musically-filled studio, Yang Xingchen had just finished a small music sharing session.

Despite the persistent soreness in his voice, his love for music remained undiminished.

Seeing the overwhelming praise for "The Moon Can Represent My Heart" online, he felt somewhat conflicted.

Since his voice was accidentally damaged, those difficult songs that he used to be able to sing with ease have become taboo. The dispute with Brilliant Entertainment has also caused him to lose the copyright to sing his previous works. As if overnight, he went from a singer with many representative works to a singer with only one "unique" song. This has made him feel unprecedented pressure and anxiety.

Yang Xingchen sat on the old sofa that had been with him for many years, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and determination.

He knew that in order to maintain his foothold in the music industry, he had to release new works, and in his heart, the only person who could help him achieve this goal was Luo Li.

Luo Li nestled comfortably in her cozy home. At that moment, the soft sunlight streaming through the window fell on her beloved guitar, outlining a faint golden halo around it, radiating a gentle and charming glow.

She had just finished a thoroughly enjoyable vocal practice session, and the melodious singing seemed to still be gently echoing in the room.

She stretched gently, got up and walked towards the kitchen, intending to make a steaming cup of hot tea to relax her tense nerves.

Just then, the phone screen lit up unexpectedly, breaking the silence in the room. Luo Li picked up the phone; it was a call from her agent, Song Hui.

"Hey, Sister Hui, what's wrong?" Luo Li asked softly, her voice still carrying a hint of fatigue from just finishing her singing practice.

"Ah Li, it's like this, Yang Xingchen came to me and wanted me to tell you that he wants you to write a few more songs for him." Song Hui's tone was somewhat complicated.

Luo Li was slightly taken aback, and Yang Xingchen's image instantly flashed into her mind.

She knew that Yang Xingchen, who had joined Huaxi Entertainment, could only sing "The Moon Can Represent My Heart" now. He was like a bird with broken wings, trapped in place, unable to soar in the familiar sky again.

Luo Li frowned slightly, a hint of pity in her eyes. She understood that for Yang Xingchen at this moment, the new work was like a lifeline, helping him regain his footing in the music scene. And she was the one who could lend him a hand.

"Ah Li, you know his situation right now, it's really tough for him. Do you think you could spare some time to help him?" Song Hui's voice came through the receiver again, interrupting Luo Li's thoughts.

Luo Li stood by the window, sunlight streaming through the glass onto her face, outlining her slightly furrowed brows and tightly clenched lips.

Her eyes revealed a hint of struggle and hesitation, and her fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the windowsill, as if she were weighing the pros and cons.

The room was so quiet that only her soft breathing could be heard, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

After a moment, as if she had finally made up her mind, she took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said softly into the phone, "Sister Hui, tell him I'll write it to him right away."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Li slowly walked to her desk and gently sat down. Her thoughts drifted back to her past life. In her memories of that life, Kun Ge's singing voice was uniquely captivating, and his classic songs were widely loved.

She knew that Yang Xingchen's current voice condition was very similar to that of Kun Ge in his previous life, and that those songs, after proper adaptation, might become the foundation for Yang Xingchen's new beginning.

Luo Li gently closed her eyes, familiar melodies echoing in her mind. She carefully sifted through them, trying to find the most suitable song for Yang Xingchen from those moving notes.

The process of selecting songs was not smooth sailing. Each song carries countless memories and emotions, and it took a lot of thought to perfectly match them with Yang Xingchen's current situation.

Luo Li sometimes frowned, and sometimes gently played a few notes, making subtle adjustments and attempts.

Her notebook was filled with musical notes and lyrics; those black characters were a testament to her unwavering pursuit of music.

After several days of tireless effort, Luo Li finally completed the adaptation and creation of three songs.

She looked at the manuscript paper filled with musical notes and lyrics in her hand, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

Every note was infused with her heart and soul, and every lyric was filled with her blessings and expectations for Yang Xingchen.

"I hope these songs can help him regain his confidence," Luo Li murmured to herself, her voice filled with anticipation and longing.

Afterwards, she carefully organized the song files and sent them to Yang Xingchen via email.

On the other side of the city, Yang Xingchen was sitting in his slightly messy office.

Since injuring his throat, this place has become his safe haven and a place of hope for him to start anew.

His fingers tapped incessantly on the table, his eyes revealing a hint of anxiety and unease.

He knew that his musical journey was at a critical turning point, and Luo Li's reply was his greatest expectation.

When the notification of a new email popped up on the computer screen, Yang Xingchen's heart skipped a beat.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed his inner tension.

He slowly moved the mouse, clicked to open the email, and looked at the three songs lying quietly in his inbox. He felt a mix of emotions.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his guitar and began to play and sing.

As the melody of the first song slowly began to play, Yang Xingchen's eyes gradually brightened.

The beautiful melody flowed gently into his heart like a clear spring, nourishing his long-parched soul.

The heartfelt lyrics seemed to tell his story, and every word deeply touched the depths of his heart.

He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the world of music. Images involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and his past dreams, setbacks, and perseverance all merged perfectly with the music at this moment.

A long-lost smile gradually bloomed on his face, a smile filled with hope for the future and gratitude towards Luo Li.