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"No way!" The one who had been left on the ground, having been briefly revived by the security team after passing out, was now fully awake due to the soul-cleansing song. His face, swollen like that of a pig, could only squint open a narrow slit. Once awakened, he was overwhelmed by the twisted obsession and resentment of Heart, forcing himself to break free from the immersion in the song and began to look around in confusion.
Upon seeing someone at the Control Panel, busily pressing buttons and switches, disbelief filled him, and anger twisted his features.
How could this be possible! How could one person replace an entire team!
Thinking of this, he immediately wanted to take action. Since it had already begun, any destruction he caused would directly impact the scene! His goal could still be achieved!
With this thought, a sense of twisted satisfaction appeared on his pig-like swollen face, looking somewhat grotesque and terrifying.
However, even though he had regained some awareness, he was unaware of his own injuries. As he forcibly tried to stand up and move, a sudden stabbing pain shot through his chest, nearly causing his squinted eyes to bulge out. Just as he managed to prop himself up slightly, he collapsed back down.
The impact with the ground made him feel a sweetness in his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. Breathing became difficult as he gasped for air. The more he struggled to breathe, the more pronounced the pain in his chest became. Eventually, the pain turned numb. He lay there with his tongue out, occasionally coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth, resembling a dying pig.
Completely immersed in the resonating voice of Dream Butterfly, Yang Xiaoyou's movements were entirely instinctual and felt natural. Previously, all he could do was rely on his computer-like brain to imprint all functions into his mind.
Now his fingers moved instinctively, flowing smoothly like water, completely merging with the ethereal song.
Unlike a typical concert where fans cheer below while the star performs above, the scene was eerily silent except for Dream Butterfly's voice!
All the fans holding glow sticks waved them silently, seemingly afraid that speaking would ruin this wonderful atmosphere; they were completely absorbed in it.
Though it seemed devoid of the explosive atmosphere typical of a concert, this brewing tension felt even more intense. Everyone was infected by this ambiance and assimilated into it.
Even outside, Zhou Xian and Zhouzi found themselves passively immersed in the song until Zhouzi bit his lip hard enough to snap back to reality.
He then shouted in disbelief, "What kind of magic is this! Impossible! They must have done something! It has to be that way! There must be a hypnotist involved! The mist released from that stage must have hypnotic effects! We need to investigate; we must dig deep!"
Seemingly stimulated by something, he began to speak incoherently. His voice pulled Zhou Xian back to reality as well.
At that moment, Zhou Xian's expression also turned exceptionally grim. He had heard Dream Butterfly's album before and had thought it was quite well-produced.
This is a common issue for almost every artist. In a professional recording studio, with various supportive conditions, the quality of an album is undoubtedly going to surpass that of a live concert. It's just that concerts have a better atmosphere.
In his eyes, this new girl was no exception!
However, he never expected that her performance live would actually exceed those polished and recorded albums!
What was going on? After working in this industry for so long, he had never seen an entire concert hall fall silent like this!
He had just been caught up in the moment; he knew very well what was happening around him!
Although he didn't want to admit it, his professional insight told him he had to acknowledge the truth!
Due to his expertise, he looked down on the outsider's comments. If you don't understand, then don't pretend to be knowledgeable; does he really think everyone in every field is an expert?
But ultimately, they were still on the same battlefield. At this moment, he didn’t show it; anyway, he had to firmly believe that this was definitely not something achievable by human effort!
The other party had indeed employed something in terms of sound!
When the time comes, let this self-proclaimed truth warrior take the lead while he fans the flames from behind.
Facts?
Sorry, public opinion is the real fact! When everyone believes it’s true, does it really matter if it’s factual or not?
With the media resources at hand, how could that newly debuted blonde girl compare to him?
After thinking this through, although his face still looked somewhat grim, Zhou Xian managed to suppress his emotions with his own experience. After a cold snort, a smirk crept onto his lips.
“Bold! You promised me something and now you’re backing out? Very well! Once this is over, just wait and see how I deal with you! I haven’t shown my face on the streets lately; it seems many have forgotten about me!”
Having come from the underworld and finally managing to clean up his act, seeing someone dare to go back on their word after agreeing to him filled him with deep humiliation.
Without the cooperation of those staff members, relying solely on that newcomer alone—no matter how talented or skilled she was—would be futile!
Now, not only had he ruined his own good fortune, but he had also embarrassed himself greatly.
With a gloomy expression, he took out his phone.
As the last note faded away, Yang Xiaoyou's fingers, which were nearly cramping, pressed down on the final switch. He then collapsed into the chair behind him, gasping for breath.
At first, when he was fully immersed in the task, he hadn’t felt much. But now that it was over, he realized that his hands felt almost foreign to him. He had completed the work of an entire team by himself, and with extremely strict attention to detail. The hundreds of switches in front of him needed to be flipped precisely and without error.
Enduring through the entire concert had pushed him to his limits. There hadn’t been any time to rest and alleviate the lactic acid buildup; even his evolved and robust metabolic system was struggling to cope.
He didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Fine, holding on for a few minutes didn’t matter anymore, but damn it, enduring for the length of a concert was truly ridiculous. He still couldn’t understand what had gotten into that fool today, as he had performed with such unusual intensity.
Golden Throat and Divine Horse were nothing compared to this; this was Diamond Drill’s voice.
“Wow, that fool’s strength isn’t as weak as I imagined,” Yang Xiaoyou muttered as he gradually began to move his arms.
However, at that moment, he failed to notice that everyone else in the studio was staring at him with a peculiar expression, as if they were witnessing a prehistoric dinosaur.
You can refer to Bilibili to understand what real post-production looks like; just search for "post-production." The video there shows a recorded live performance, while Yang Xiaoyou had to manage the entire concert live, paying attention to various aspects like the placement of sound equipment and other miscellaneous details. If you compare the difficulty level, it would be several times higher than what was shown in the video, and the time required would be significantly longer. Of course, Dream Butterfly's singing wouldn’t be so pitiful; don’t worry about the science behind it.
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