22: Chapter 22 Yang Mi's legs went weak: Was he taking advantage of her?

"Do you know how many hard conditions one must meet to be a singer?" Lin Chen didn't answer directly but asked back.

Yang Mi extended a fair, delicate finger to tap her chin. "Voice?"

"Correct. What else?"

"Singing skills?"

"Do you even understand what Singing skills are?"

"It's just the foundation of Singing, right?"

Lin Chen's tone was flat. "To be a qualified singer, you must possess four things: voice, sense of rhythm, technique, and emotion. Your voice is a gift from your parents; it's entirely up to the heavens whether you're blessed with it."

"It's like playing basketball. Even if you train desperately every day, you can't beat a genius who is two meters and fifty centimeters tall. That part cannot be changed. But the other three can all be cultivated later."

"Your natural voice is actually not bad, but the problem is that your sense of rhythm is terrible, your technique is zero, and you have absolutely no emotion."

"To summarize, compared to Singing, you are much better suited to acting. You made the right choice in pursuing a career as an actress."

After hearing this, Yang Mi's beautiful face darkened immediately.

Her cheeks puffed up in anger.

'Are you brainless?'

'In front of a top-tier beauty who is interested in you, can't you pretend to be a gentleman for a moment?'

'I obviously know I'm better at acting, do you need to demean me to my face?'

She cursed wildly in her heart: 'You deserve to be a bachelor! No, you have five wives, you deserve for all five of us to divorce you when the time is up!'

"I know I sing badly, that's why I came to you to learn! If I knew everything, would I need to run over to find you in the middle of the night? I'd have gone off to hold a global concert tour already!"

Yang Mi pouted her rosy lips, twisted her slender snake-like waist, and retorted coquettishly.

Lin Chen saw that she had quite a temper, frowned, and pondered—this actually made sense.

"Fine. I will teach you sentence by sentence now, correcting your pronunciation and cultivating your sense of rhythm and technique."

Yang Mi was unconvinced. "You missed one thing! What about emotion? That's also very critical, right?"

Lin Chen shook his head. "That isn't something you can practice in a short time, and others can't teach it either; it depends entirely on your own realization. But it doesn't matter if there's no emotion; many professional singers in the industry nowadays are just slackers anyway. You wouldn't reach the peak height regardless."

Yang Mi gritted her teeth in anger.

'What does he mean I can't reach that height!'

"Fine! I'll listen to Teacher Lin for everything!"

Yang Mi forcefully suppressed the anger in her heart and squeezed out a charming smile.

She secretly vowed: 'Once I have you infatuated with me, I will definitely make you kneel and beg me!'

"Let's start! Holding you in my hands..."

"Holding you in my hands..."

Lin Chen completely entered strict teacher mode, nitpicking every single word.

How to turn the pitch, how to cut the length and height—he was exceptionally strict.

Possessing Grandmaster-level Singing, he couldn't tolerate the slightest flaw.

After a full hour, the two finally managed to run through the whole song once.

Yang Mi was exhausted, her long legs went limp, and she sat slumped on the big bed.

Her throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.

She had only treated crossing over into music as a hobby before; she had no idea that learning to sing properly could be so boring and physically draining.

To get ahead in any industry, one has to endure suffering.

Acting is like that, and Singing is the same.

"Is your throat dry?" Lin Chen asked suddenly.

Yang Mi lifted her pretty face aggrievedly and nodded pitifully. "Dry, it's almost smoking."

Lin Chen's expression was strange. "If it's dry, why don't you drink water? Is your brain unable to turn, not just your Singing that's bad?"

'...I'll go handle the divorce paperwork the moment the year is up, not a second longer!'

'Not only must I divorce, but I must also completely cut ties. Whoever contacts the other first in the future is a coward!'

Yang Mi cursed wildly in her heart, stomping her slippers as she walked to the table in a huff.

She grabbed a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, tilted her fair swan-like neck, and drank directly from the bottle.

She hadn't wanted to avoid drinking; she had been thirsty enough to smoke for a while.

Just now, Lin Chen's mouth had been like a machine gun, lecturing without stopping. She had thought that holding her breath and Singing was some kind of perverted vocal training, and she had been too scared to even swallow.

Now, with anger burning in her stomach, Yang Mi deliberately tilted her head back and drank fiercely, ignoring Lin Chen completely.

The water flowed too quickly, trickling down her charming red lips, sliding over her snow-white neck, and diving straight into her deep, alluring cleavage.

After gulping down half the bottle, Yang Mi's heart suddenly softened again.

Although this man was a sharp-tongued straight guy with a terrible temper, he had at least spent over an hour struggling with her.

He had been Singing and pointing out flaws; he must be even more tired.

Softening, she took an unopened bottle of water and handed it over. "Here!"

Lin Chen shook his head. "I don't want any."

Yang Mi's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the waves on her chest swayed along with them. "Aren't you thirsty?"

"Not thirsty."

"My throat is so dry it's almost on fire, and you're not thirsty?"

Lin Chen looked at her calmly. "Who gave you the courage to compare yourself to me? Do you think that with your amateur level, you have the qualifications to compare with my Grandmaster-level Singing?"

Yang Mi was rendered speechless, unable to retort.

She bit her moist red lips, laughing out of extreme anger, and nodded repeatedly. "Fine, you're noble, you're amazing!"

Lin Chen ignored her sarcasm and continued. "Sense of rhythm and technique depend on long-term accumulation; practice slowly in private. The only thing that can have an immediate effect now is your vocalization method."

Yang Mi leaned against the edge of the table, her fair, long legs crossed, saying nothing.

Lin Chen asked, "What do you use to vocalize when Singing?"

Yang Mi lifted her beautiful face. "My mouth, obviously. Or do you want me to use my nose?"

Lin Chen closed his mouth and stared straight at her.

After staring for a full ten seconds, Yang Mi felt her whole body prickle. Her watery peach-blossom eyes showed shame and annoyance. She stood up straight and retorted coquettishly, "Teacher Lin! If you're going to teach, teach properly. Can you stop finding excuses to attack people? I have self-esteem too, okay!"

Lin Chen couldn't be bothered to respond and spoke on his own. "When you sing, you rely on your throat to force it out. That is fundamentally wrong. You must use abdominal power; otherwise, you will never hit the high notes, your breath will be shockingly short, and you'll crack after Singing just two lines."

Yang Mi looked down at her fair, flat, and alluring abdomen. "How do I use abdominal power?"

Lin Chen beckoned to her.

Yang Mi walked over obediently with her long white legs.

Lin Chen raised his right hand directly and placed it firmly on her smooth, soft abdomen.

She exercised year-round, so her snake-like waist had no fat, and her skin was as smooth as fine silk.

She was wearing a navel-baring short camisole today, so this was completely skin-to-skin contact.

The man's palm was broad and warm, pressing against her delicate skin, and a wave of heat instantly rushed through Yang Mi's limbs and bones.

Her pretty face flushed red instantly, and a hint of embarrassment stirred in her heart.

In all her life, this was the first time a man had touched her stomach without any barrier.

'This guy is definitely finding an excuse to take advantage of me! Should I slap him away? But what if I hurt his self-esteem?'

'Hmph, pretending to be serious on the surface, but deep down he's still lusting after my body. Men are all trash! I'll just consider it a perk for you teaching me to sing. If you dare to touch anything further down, I will definitely flip out!'

Yang Mi's mind was in a mess, and her breathing became rapid.

The two white rabbits on her chest rose and fell continuously due to nervousness, even unintentionally brushing against Lin Chen's arm.

Her legs went uncontrollably weak, and she subconsciously clamped her thighs together.

"Smack!"

Lin Chen suddenly slapped her fair belly.

The crisp sound shocked Yang Mi's delicate body.

"Why are you hitting me!" Yang Mi protested, glaring with her peach-blossom eyes.

Lin Chen frowned. "I told you to practice vocalization, why are you spacing out?"

Yang Mi guiltily clamped her legs together, her pretty face flushed red. "Sing... sing which part?"

"The high note part!"

Yang Mi glanced at the large hand still firmly pressed on her stomach, bit her red lips slightly, and opened her mouth to sing: "I use my whole life, to cherish you, only hoping you will stop, your flowing gaze..."

"Stop, what's the feeling?" Lin Chen asked.

Yang Mi blinked. "It feels like the breath isn't pushing up."

Lin Chen ruthlessly exposed her. "You didn't push up at all. This is called seamless automatic pitch reduction."

Yang Mi's mouth twitched, wanting to squeeze out a smile to hide her embarrassment, but she quickly held it back.

"I'll give you the pitch, follow along and sing!"

Lin Chen sang a standard high-pitched note.

Yang Mi followed suit and sang it again.

This time, the high note really didn't go up. In order to lift her breath, her full, ample chest pushed forward hard, her pretty face flushed red, and finally, with a "psst" sound, her voice cracked.

"Did you realize it? Forcing it with your throat leads to this. The high notes won't go up, and you crack as soon as you sing. The most critical thing is that it's very damaging; after Singing one song, your throat is basically hoarse."

"Professional singers all use their stomachs to generate power?" Yang Mi asked, full of surprise.

"Yes."

"So there is such an advanced technique!"

"This isn't a technique; it's common sense."

Yang Mi fell completely silent.

Next, Lin Chen's large hand kept pressing on Yang Mi's fair, smooth belly, continuously applying force to forcefully correct her breathing rhythm.

Abdominal breathing isn't difficult; ordinary people can master it with practice.

The most torturous part is breaking habits from many years.

Every time Lin Chen pressed down with force, Yang Mi's body would uncontrollably produce a slight tremor.

This kind of close-contact teaching was not only hard for her to adapt to but also made her feel hot all over, her legs feeling weak.