206: Chapter 206 Oh no! Another one has gone mad!

"Right here, right now."

Qin Xun's voice was very soft.

But to Ye Lan's ears, it sounded like a bolt from the blue.

Xia Ning felt a bit helpless. She reached out to tug at Qin Xun's sleeve and coughed lightly.

"Qin Xun, Ms. Ye did sign a contract for 20.75 million, after all."

"Don't be so reckless."

"Take your time to polish the song."

Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning and smiled.

He understood what Xia Ning meant.

Taking so much money and then finishing the song in the blink of an eye would make someone feel like they'd been swindled.

It's like when someone agrees on a price with a locksmith, and the master opens the lock in ten seconds; it makes the employer feel uneasy.

So, some experienced masters will dawdle for ten minutes, sweating profusely, before appearing to struggle through opening the lock.

The employer is actually happy instead!

"This was money well spent!"

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning and said softly.

"I took 20.75 million from her, and now my dear employer has been rejected by the Cheng Tai Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. This is more than just a slap in Ye Lan's face."

"It's practically a kick to my own backside."

Xia Ning: "???"

She turned to look at Ye Lan, only to find that Ye Lan's expression was actually quite excited.

Did Ye Lan not understand, or did she enjoy being Qin Xun's backside?

Qin Xun turned back to Ye Lan, his expression turning slightly cold.

"I have a bad temper; I settle scores on the spot."

"If they won't let you perform on stage, you'll sing right here."

"Tonight, I want you to go head-to-head with Cheng Tai."

"I'm going to have you suppress Kunlun with one hand; don't you dare embarrass me."

Hearing "going head-to-head alone."

"Suppressing Kunlun with one hand."

These were terms straight out of a hot-blooded anime.

Xia Ning frowned slightly and tapped the table gently.

"Qin Xun, don't overpromise."

Before Qin Xun could speak.

Ye Lan's voice suddenly rang out.

"Ms. Xia, you're a layman. Please don't try to instruct a professional."

Xia Ning looked over and saw a hint of adoration in Ye Lan's expression, almost as if she were seeing a shadow of Song Ying.

Ye Lan's gaze remained fixed on Qin Xun.

"Ms. Xia, the music industry doesn't believe that hard work pays off; it only recognizes genius."

"If Qin Xun dawdled for ages to polish a song for me, I wouldn't be nearly as happy."

"You might not understand. Writing songs is like writing poetry; it requires the inspiration of 'a masterpiece is naturally formed, captured by a skilled hand by chance'."

"There are far too many cases in the music industry where a song written on a whim becomes a massive hit, while works painstakingly polished for years fail to make even a ripple."

"Mr. Qin proved his ability with four songs in one month, and... I believe Mr. Qin has no creative bottlenecks!"

Qin Xun felt a bit ashamed seeing the adoration in Ye Lan's eyes.

After obtaining the God of Songs ability, he had a ready-made library of songs.

Those were all filtered through the ears of over a billion people on Earth in his previous life.

Perhaps the melodies, lyrics, and arrangements of these songs had various minor flaws, but they all shared one common strength.

They were hits!

Massive hits!

Super hits!

They had fought their way out of tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of songs.

Qin Xun closed his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he opened them.

He looked at Ye Lan and shouted loudly.

"Student Ye Lan!"

Ye Lan was slightly startled to hear the word "student," but she immediately got into character, stood up, and said clearly.

"Teacher Qin, I am here!"

Qin Xun looked solemn.

"Recite a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival within three seconds."

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Ye Lan was a bit nervous and immediately began to recite.

"When will the bright moon appear? Wine in hand, I ask the blue sky."

"I do not know what year it is tonight in the celestial palaces."

"..."

"Men have sorrow and joy, parting and reunion; the moon has its bright and dim, wax and wane."

"This has been imperfect since ancient times."

"wishing we last forever, sharing the moon's beauty even from a thousand miles away."

She finished reciting.

Qin Xun closed his eyes gently, rubbing his brow, feeling a bit smug.

It was this one, as expected.

Ye Lan glanced at Qin Xun, unsure of what he was planning. She turned to Xia Ning, who also shook her head.

Ye Lan, Xia Ning, and Wang Cui watched the eyes-closed Qin Xun, their breathing slowing down.

Qin Xun rubbed his temples, frowning, as he murmured.

"When will... the bright moon appear? Wine in hand, I ask... the blue sky."

"I do not know... in the celestial palaces, tonight... what year it is!"

Suddenly!

Qin Xun snapped his eyes open, a sharp light gleaming in them as he reached out his hand.

"Bring paper!"

"Bring a pen!"

"Bring wine!"

A boom sounded in Ye Lan's mind. She turned to Wang Cui and found her eyes filled with shock as well.

Could it be...

He's going to compose music based on the poem I recited?

Could there really be such an extraordinary person in this world?

No way?

Wang Cui quickly took a pen and paper from her bag and carefully placed them on the table in front of Qin Xun.

Ye Lan looked around the living room and saw a crate of beer in the corner. She went over, grabbed three bottles, and placed them before Qin Xun.

"Mr. Qin, is this enough?"

Qin Xun looked at the three bottles of beer, feeling a bit helpless.

"It's too much."

"I was just shouting for effect; you didn't have to take it seriously."

Ye Lan: "..."

Shouting for effect?

In an instant, she sat back on the stool like a deflated balloon.

"I'm so stupid, really."

"I should have known that there couldn't possibly be..."

Before she could finish.

She saw Qin Xun pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.

The pen tip rustled against the paper.

Xia Ning exclaimed.

"What are you do—"

Before she could finish, a small hand covered her mouth.

She looked over to see Ye Lan staring solemnly at Qin Xun.

Xia Ning brushed Ye Lan's hand away and closed her mouth.

She knew Ye Lan had rudely covered her mouth only because she was terrified of interrupting Qin Xun's inspiration.

...

First the lyrics, then the music.

A few minutes later.

A song had come to life on the paper.

Qin Xun tossed the pen aside.

"Student Ye Lan, I'll give you one hour. Sing it for me once you've learned it."

"I will personally guide you!"

Qin Xun stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair with a "thud." He grabbed a bottle of beer from the table, bit off the cap, and took several gulps.

Laughing loudly, he walked out of the living room.

"With a loud laugh, I head out the door; how could people like us be mere commoners!"

Qin Xun left.

Ye Lan held the song carefully in both hands, humming it silently in her head. Her eyes grew wider and wider, and her body began to tremble slightly.

"How is this possible?"

"I've seen people write a song in ten minutes, but why is this so good?"

"Is he even human?"

Xia Ning looked at Ye Lan, not understanding why she was so excited.

Ye Lan steadied herself and continued reading, humming aloud.

"Men have sorrow and joy, parting and reunion; the moon has its bright and dim, wax and wane."

"This has been imperfect since ancient times."

"wishing we last forever, sharing the moon's beauty even from a thousand miles away."

...

Xia Ning's mouth hung open slightly in surprise. She understood why Ye Lan was so excited.

This melody was truly beautiful!

It wasn't the kind of song that needed multiple listens to sound right; it was the kind that sounded great from the very first note.

Ye Lan pressed the manuscript to her chest with both hands and looked toward the living room door, murmuring.

"He's not human. He definitely isn't human."

"Qin Xun isn't human!"

Xia Ning: "???"

Another one's gone mad!

It seemed that the more professional the singer, the more they could sense Qin Xun's strength.

First Song Ying became a little fangirl, and now Ye Lan.

Xia Ning walked out of the living room.

While Ye Lan was earnestly studying the song with both hands, a cold sneer suddenly curled on her lips.

"Cheng Tai, you're finished!"

Xia Ning walked into the small courtyard and saw Qin Xun's back under the pomelo tree.

He stood before the pomelo tree with his back to her, a stream of liquid pouring from between his legs onto the roots, creating bursts of foam.

He was still muttering something.

"Flying straight down three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the highest heaven."

Xia Ning: "???"