Early the next morning, inside the rehearsal room.
When Lin Feng slammed the printed music score of "Carving the Boat" in front of Ren Yichen, this lead singer who was currently facing the mirror arranging his hairstyle almost wiped the hair wax in his hand into his eyes.
"Holy crap, bro, this speed of yours... did you go and rob some folk music master who was in seclusion?" Ren Yichen snatched the music score, his eyes staring until they were perfectly round, "Just said last night we needed to find a song, and you took it out today?"
Lin Feng maintained that facial paralysis face which was not startled by waves, his tone so flat it was like discussing what to eat for lunch: "Luck was good, found a friend and casually asked for one. He wrote it and didn't use it, so I brought it over."
"Casually asked for one?" Ren Yichen looked at him suspiciously, then lowered his head to look at the lyrics, "'Carving the Boat'... these lyrics, tsk tsk, a flavor of posturing that sees through the red dust. Alright, I like it!"
The band immediately entered a tense trial rehearsal stage.
The first to enter the state was that bass player who was daily offline, Lu Mingxuan.
As a qualified tool man, although Lu Mingxuan's spiritual world was often in a semi-vacuum state due to the influence of "Obsidian Mentality," his finger reactions were top-tier. He only swept a glance at the music score, and inside those empty eyes flashed a trace of mechanical precision; fingertips jumped on the strings, and the steady bass sound instantly paved a heavy foundation for the whole song.
Whereas Shen Linyin, at the moment she saw the drum score, her slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and her cold and clear gaze stayed on Lin Feng's body for a moment.
"These drum beats... are very interesting," she said softly.
The drum beats Lin Feng wrote for her were very complex, filled with irregular syncopation and kick drum variations that extremely tested the feel of the hand. Although practicing it was very tiring, that sense of rhythm was extremely "brainwashing", and once entering the state, the whole person would be brought into a rhythm that was mysterious within mysterious.
As for Lin Feng himself, as the lead guitarist, the position he left for himself on the score was very subtle.
He compressed his own performance sections in large quantities, only arranging a few high-difficulty musical phrases possessing extreme explosive power at the interlude and the chorus climax.
The reason was very simple: When one can slack off, why find trouble for oneself?
This "restrained" playing method, in others' eyes, was "the artistic realm of minimalism," but in Lin Feng's heart it was: "Since the system gave me 'mechanical precision,' then I only need to appear and stun for a bit and that's fine; for the remaining time I can act as a background board with peace of mind."
Finally, the pressure all came to the side of lead singer Ren Yichen.
"Wait... what is going on with this melisma? Is this melody a bit too avant-garde?"
Ren Yichen hummed while facing the score, while secretly complaining in his heart.
As an avant-garde lead singer who ate relying on his face, whose voice conditions were passable but skills were average, he discovered this song's melodic line was extremely weird. It was not that kind of saliva song that flowed out following the throat, but required extremely strong breath control and precise pitch positioning.
Does this bro who wrote the song have a grudge against me? Ren Yichen muttered in his heart, this kind of perverted scale jumping, does he want to make a singer like me who relies on appearance value retire on the spot?
But he had to admit, because the rhythm guitar part was simplified to the extreme by Lin Feng, Ren Yichen could completely put down the guitar, strum here and there, and throw his whole body and heart into the singing.
With the deepening of the rehearsal, the originally jerky melody gradually echoed in the hall.
That kind of absurd, satirical yet extremely ear-grabbing atmosphere made the air in the rehearsal room seem to become viscous.
"Incredible..." Ren Yichen sang to the end, even stimulating a trace of resonance sense he didn't usually have. He waved his fist somewhat excitedly, "I have a premonition, if this song is taken to 'Gear,' we will absolutely become hot! That group playing underground will definitely be shocked to death by this burst of avant-garde vigor of ours!"
One song finished, everyone sat to the side somewhat collapsed from exhaustion.
"Brother Feng, that friend of yours... is exactly which immortal?" Ren Yichen looked at Lin Feng with a face full of worship, "This song is written simply as if custom-made for us. Especially those lyrics, that sentence 'The absolute of pointing at a deer and calling it a horse, exchanges for the embarrassment of buying the box and returning the pearl,' simply cursed right into my heart!"
Shen Linyin also wiped the sweat on the corner of her forehead, inside her eyes looking at Lin Feng added a smear of strange expression.
Lin Feng sat quietly in the corner, listening to teammates crazily outputting words of praise toward that "non-existent friend" of his.
In the depths of his inner heart, a trace of inexplicable refreshing feeling that never existed before arose spontaneously.
Heh, you will never know, the owner of this song is sitting right in front of you.
What you praise is the 'Sage of Lyrics'' talent, and I, am just a ruthless porter.
Just as Lin Feng was immersed in some kind of "Big Boss behind the scenes" self-satisfaction, he suddenly realized a serious problem.
Just now... was he secretly feeling refreshed in his heart?
Just now... did he feel that this feeling of "everyone is drunk and I alone am sober" had a lot of sense of achievement?
Lin Feng's body stiffened fiercely, a trace of a tiny crack appearing on his facial paralysis face.
"It's ruined..."
He secretly cursed a sound in his heart.
"This mentality of hiding a trump card, sitting and watching the clouds rise, and deeply hiding merit and fame... isn't this exactly that kind of 'Dao of Posturing' that Xu Zhixia pursues?"
"Since when did I also become this kind of senior posturing criminal?"
[Ding! Detected Host's state of mind fluctuation, "Dao of Posturing" compatibility degree increased.]
[System Prompt: A true superstar, not only must have top-level technique, but even more must have an unfathomable aura. Please Host continue to maintain this posture of "I don't say it, but you must feel I am very awesome."]
Lin Feng: "Get lost!"