No Father Would be Angry With His Son

Cloud Hao knew that nobody in this world would open a side account to add their own roommate.

However, he really didn't expect to be blocked. I didn't say anything overboard, did I?

I even gave him five stars!

The next morning, there were no classes. Without saying a word, Liang Ziyuan carried his guitar on his back and left, probably off to somewhere to record his new single.

To be honest, Cloud Hao really admired this guy.

After being ridiculed for three whole years, he still insisted on making music. If this was not love, then he would never believe in love in his lifetime.

"Where is Brother Ziyuan off to? Going out with his guitar so early in the morning."

"Probably going to a nice place to entertain himself. Anyway, it's fine as long as he doesn't sing here." Zhu Kening rubbed his face with his hands and muttered, "I have a meeting in the afternoon; many school leaders will be there. I'll sleep for a little longer. You guys keep your voice down."

Zheng Xueqian was speechless.

Cloud Hao was the same.

F*ck you!

You're the noisiest one here!

If he absolutely had to choose between Brother Ziyuan's singing and Brother Kening's snoring, Cloud Hao felt that Liang Ziyuan's singing was still a bit more "pleasing".

After all, no matter how noisy the former was, they just had to tolerate it for a while, and it would pass.

Whereas for the latter, it could last the entire night without stopping…

Not long after, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard from Zhu Kening's bed.

Needless to say, the prelude to a storm was already brewing.

Zheng Xueqian glanced at Cloud Hao and asked with his eyes, 'What are you doing this morning?'

Cloud Hao looked back at him and also replied with his eyes, 'Just strolling around.'

Probably misunderstanding, Zheng Xueqian froze and responded to him with a surprised gaze that said, 'Self-study? So early?'

Cloud Hao nodded and replied with his eyes, 'What else? It's so noisy here. Can you go back to sleep?"

Barely understanding what he meant, Zheng Xueqian's gaze gradually turned resolute, and he nodded. 'OK! I'll go too!'

After exchanging gazes, Zheng Xueqian turned his body over and got out of bed. He swiftly packed his textbooks into his schoolbag and sped off like the wind, leaving a dazed Cloud Hao.

…

The snoring in the bedroom was getting louder and louder. It was just too difficult to stay inside.

Recalling the recording studio that Lin Mengmeng had told him about, Cloud Hao got out of bed and briefly washed up. He then put on his clothes and left the bedroom.

On the way to the school gate, he casually sent a WeChat message to Lin Mengmeng.

[Where is the recording studio that you mentioned?]

He thought that it would take a while for her to reply, but to his surprise, just when he was about to turn off his screen, Lin Mengmeng sent a location over.

Right after that, she sent a surprised dog sticker that looked like Yellow's son.

[Do you really want to learn music? *shocked emoji*]

Cloud Hao nonchalantly typed a reply.

[Why would I lie to you?]

Lin Mengmeng: [Ah… Alright then. All the best to you. If it's just music-related questions, you can ask me if you don't understand anything!]

Seeing this sentence and recalling the experience of being blocked, Cloud Hao felt moved.

F*ck!

Look at her!

This is how a musician should be!

Hah… How good would it be if only this girl's talent was music? Cloud Hao would immediately leave the opportunity of becoming a star to her.

He didn't want anything from her; he just wanted to feel pleased.

Unfortunately, the talent of the person who was learning music lay in acting.

Cloud Hao was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with the stupid system.

He left the school gate and arrived at his destination after walking for a short while.

Cloud Hao had to admit Lin Mengmeng's recommendation was not bad. Whether it was the interior decoration at the entrance or the staff's attitude, they all seemed professional… Although if one asked him what was so professional about it, he might not be able to put his finger on it.

The only flaw was the price.

The music studio and recording studio were all charged by the hour. In general, the price ranged from 100 to 1,000 yuan per hour depending on the musical instrument and equipment. There was a discount after 10 o'clock in the evening, though. It felt similar to an internet cafe.

It would be relatively cheaper if one booked the entire day. Either way, the price did not seem people-friendly, or at least, it wasn't affordable for students.

As for those VIP rooms with God-knows-what professional equipment, Cloud Hao selectively ignored them.

Oh my God, what kind of instrument is so expensive? Is it embedded with diamonds!

Even if it's embedded with diamonds, it still shouldn't cost tens of thousands just for touching it, right?

Fortunately, the 2048 craze had not passed yet, and the follow-up income was not inadequate. Although this place was expensive, Cloud Hao could still afford it. He spent 5,000 yuan to become a regular member.

As Cloud Hao didn't look like a veteran, the young lady, who helped him apply for the card, immediately asked with a smile, "Sir, do you need professional guidance?"

Cloud Hao repeated, "Professional guidance?"

There's such a good thing?

The young lady smiled slightly and said, "Yes. If you're interested in piano, we have instructors with different fees that can provide one-to-one teaching…"

Damn!

There's always a fee.

Cloud Hao quickly waved his hand and declined her offer.

"There's no need. Just find me a recording studio with a piano!"

After brushing off the young lady promoting their classes, Cloud Hao locked the door. He took a deep breath, walked up to the piano in the center, and stood beside it.

Looking at the black and white keys, he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand. His index finger gently stroked the smooth keys.

Although this was probably the first time he had touched a piano in his life and the sensation was strange as expected, for some reason, he felt an odd sense of deja vu.

It was as if…

He had fiddled with this stuff before.

"Is this because the soup to forget everything was not licked clean…?"

But wasn't I a game designer in my past life?

Feeling a headache coming, Cloud Hao shook his head. Then, he pulled out the chair and sat down in front of the piano. Placing his hands on the keys and imitating the pose of pianists from movies, he pressed the first key.

mi—

The melodious piano sound echoed in the recording studio.

Humming along with the familiar melody, he pressed down on the second and third keys with inept movements.

so—xi—

At the same time, he sang in a deep voice, "The bustling sounds of life vanished with the escape into the temple, leaving the world behind…

"Dreams are cold. After the twists and turns of life, the debts of love that I owe can be written into books.

"It's as if you silently accepted…

"That you would wait, be it life or death.

"Year in and year out, you wait in vain."

The feeling was gradually coming back to him.

Like the flickering light of a firefly.

Grasping the fragments of his memory and the mysterious inspiration he had, Cloud Hao's ten fingers followed the rhythm in the depths of his soul, tapping a crude yet firm rhythm on the black and white keys.

Indeed, this was not a practice piece suitable for beginners to perform.

There also wasn't any piano textbook that would include this popular song in its first chapter.

However, there was no doubt that this was the song that suited him the most.

Reason being that this was the only piece of music that gave him such a familiar feeling amidst the foggy memory.

It was also only when he was playing this piece that he didn't need a teacher or the guidance of any reference book.

He just needed to stick to his feelings.

It was like following his instincts…

"Rain drizzles softly. In my old hometown, the grasses and trees have grown deep.

"I've heard that you still guard this lonely city."

It was as though the intuition arising from the depths of the soul was holding his hands and manipulating him like the pawn named Melody. Over and over again, faster each time…

More skilled as well!

"From the city outskirts, the sound of a shepherd's flute lands in that village in the wild.

"There, fate once planted our destiny…"

The cycle went on and on for God knew how many times.

The sun started setting outside the window.

When the last note fell, Cloud Hao let out a long breath, feeling the silence in the recording studio. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"It's like a Sharingan…"

In just one day, he had gone from being a piano novice, without any foundation, to being able to smoothly and perfectly play the piano accompaniment of "The Fleeting Fireworks". He could even play the piano version of the entire song with chords.

Thanks to this, he actually felt that if his current self were to pick up other music scores, he could also play like that.

Of course, the precondition was that the fingering was not particularly difficult.

Then again, even if it was challenging, it was not a big problem.

After he accumulated more music attribute stats, unlocked a few more Beethoven or Mozart pieces through the memory fragments, and became familiar with them, his skill proficiency would naturally go up.

"Unfortunately…

"It looks like the music attribute can only affect the music-related skills and the speed of mastering them. At most, it can make my fingers more nimble, but it will not have any impact on my vocal timbre in singing."

His voice was relatively more youthful. Although he considered it to be magnetic, he still couldn't sing with Jay Chou's charm, nor could he sing with the voice of someone who had experienced many ups and downs in life, like in Lin Zhixuan's version.

If he were to sing this song, it might be difficult for him to gain immense popularity. Still, some fame was not an issue.

After all, the writers and composers were all big shots. No matter how much the singer's timbre subtracted points, the strength of the song itself still remained.

However, these flaws were of no great matter.

Although he couldn't sing, his pawn could.

Even though Brother Ziyuan might not be able to pick up Jay Chou's strong points, at least in the aspects of pronouncing indistinctly, Brother Ziyuan had grasped it completely!

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been the case where no one understood what language this guy was singing in even after listening to him for so long.

If he could grasp the vocal timbre a bit more and sing the kind of languid voice that exuded the feeling of having gone through many ups and downs in life, it shouldn't be that big a deal!

As for himself…

Cloud Hao had never thought of becoming a singer, nor was he interested in living a life in the limelight.

If possible, he preferred to quietly make a fortune, standing behind the scenes to collect attribute points and memory fragments.

As for the troublesome matters…

With so many pawns around, why should he take care of everything himself?

"The next step is to record the piano version on its own and upload it onto the Yinke website to bait the fish."

Good wine needs no bush. He was not worried about the fish not taking the bait.

As long as this song could make it onto the new songs chart, he wasn't in the least bit worried that a certain someone wouldn't see it.

As for after that…

That was too simple.

Cloud Hao turned on the professional recording equipment next to him, stretched his back, and placed his hands on the piano keys.

Even if that idiot blocking his side account made him somewhat unhappy, too bad, all of them were like his sons.

No father would be angry with their son.