MC Bookstore Chapter 3 My Sister's Appreciation
Chapter 3 My Sister's Appreciation
"I think, I wait, I look forward, but the future cannot be planned because of this."
As the melody began to rise and emotions built up, Wang Bo didn't use brute force to push it forward, but instead used more breath to propel it.
His voice was like the slowly rising tide, layer upon layer of power, the slight hoarseness in his tone now becoming an embellishment, adding a touch of vicissitude and a sense of story.
"A cloudy evening, outside the car window, someone is waiting for me in the future."
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the restaurant's glass and projecting into the distant void.
His expression wasn't exaggerated, but a hint of confusion and longing naturally crept into his brows.
His singing skills were far from reaching the level he had before he transmigrated, but his dedication and emotional expression were something the original owner had never experienced.
"Who will I meet, what kind of conversations will we have, and how far in the future is the person I'm waiting for...?"
……
The sound gradually faded, returning to a faint sense of melancholy and lingering resonance, with the final note handled cleanly and without any dragging.
The piano music in the restaurant background seemed to pause for a second, and there were faint conversations at the surrounding tables, but no one noticed the brief a cappella performance in this corner.
Wang Bo withdrew his gaze and looked across at the other side.
The older sister, Su Yiyi, had put down her water glass at some point, clasped her hands together, and stared at him with bright, unblinking eyes filled with the pure surprise and curiosity of a music teacher.
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but then held back.
The younger sister, Su Xiaoxiao, was completely stunned. The scrutinizing look on her face vanished without a trace.
She looked at Wang Bo as if she were seeing him for the first time, and unconsciously placed her phone on the table, the screen going dark.
The silence was broken by her older sister, Su Yiyi.
She let out a soft breath, her voice filled with barely suppressed admiration: "What's the name of this song? Who wrote it? I've never heard it before! The melody is so beautiful, so narrative, and so easy to listen to! Your handling... your throat position is so much more stable than I expected, the resonance in the mid-low register is excellent, and the emotional investment... it's on a completely different level from your previous works. How did you...?"
She fired off a barrage of questions, professional yet urgent.
Before Wang Bo could answer, his younger sister Su Xiaoxiao suddenly reached out, not to take the invitation, but to press it directly onto the back of Wang Bo's hand, which was resting on the table.
Her hands were a little cold, but her strength was steady.
Wang Bo was taken aback.
Su Xiaoxiao's gaze was sharp as a knife, as if she wanted to cut through his exterior and reach straight to his insides.
It no longer contained the indifference of evaluating goods, but the burning passion of a hunter discovering unexpected prey, and an intense, unmistakable suspicion.
Her voice was very low, each word distinct and clear, reaching Wang Bo's ears: "Wang Bo from Yuji Entertainment, who sings 'Summer Bubbles,' could never sing a song like this."
The air at the dining table seemed to freeze completely after Su Xiaoxiao's sharp question.
Wang Boneng could clearly feel the slightly cool touch of Su Xiaoxiao's fingertips on the back of his hand, as well as the undisguised scrutiny and suspicion in her eyes.
The mature work from another world, with its emotional depth, melodic perfection, and even the professional details unconsciously brought out during the performance, is completely out of place with the original owner's image as an 18th-tier singer who came from a talent show and sang catchy pop songs.
Were you seen through?
No, it's impossible to see through something as bizarre as "time travel".
The biggest flaw could only be the serious discrepancy between the "persona" and the "ability".
Wang Bo remained calm and met Su Xiaoxiao's intense gaze.
"Miss Su," he began, "people... always change, especially when they realize that the path they've taken in the past may have been completely wrong."
"Summer Bubbles was commissioned by the company. What did I know back then?" he said nonchalantly. "I just knew how to obey, singing whatever they told me to sing. Later... I figured things out on my own, listened to a lot of different songs, and even tried writing some things. That's when I realized how ridiculous I was before. But..."
He paused at the opportune moment, his gaze sweeping over the invitation on the table: "Environment, opportunities, other people's opinions... these are not things you can change just because you want to."
The older sister, Su Yiyi, stood to the side, her eyes showing a mixture of understanding and sympathy.
She is a music teacher and has seen too many students with potential who have been overlooked or who have taken the wrong path.
"Xiaoxiao," Su Yiyi said softly, glancing at her younger sister, "Don't be so aggressive. Sometimes, musical growth requires a moment of inspiration or a quiet period of self-discovery."
She turned to Wang Bo, her tone gentle: "Wang Bo, I believe in you. The improvement of artistic perception and expression is often not linear. Your song just now, and your performance, have already proven that you have considerable potential and a unique musical sensibility. Did you really write that song yourself? It's very mature."
The question circled back to the present, but Wang Bo remained calm: "Yes, some of these fragments were just random thoughts from before, which I only recently sorted out."
Sister Su Yiyi said very seriously, "Its melody, imagery, and narrative are far superior to many mass-produced works on the market. If you have a complete demo of the work, I would love to hear it."
The younger sister, Su Xiaoxiao, didn't speak. She withdrew her hand, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and kept her gaze fixed on Wang Bo.
Wang Bo's infectious energy and his ability to instantly capture people's hearts through storytelling are truly remarkable.
She was a businesswoman, a young company owner who needed high-quality products.
Finally, Su Xiaoxiao reached out and used two fingers to push the invitation on the table toward Wang Bo.
"No matter how you changed," she said, her voice regaining its previous crispness, but without the condescending scrutiny, "I saw it: the invitation is yours."
Wang Bo looked at the thin piece of paper but didn't pick it up immediately.
Su Xiaoxiao continued, "Don't be too happy yet. This is just a chance to perform. No one will think more highly of you just because I put you in there, and I don't have that much ability. What you need to do is make a name for yourself there. Otherwise, this ticket is meaningless to both of us."
Wang Bo nodded: "I understand."
"Good that you understand." Su Xiaoxiao took out another, more formal document from her bag, this time several bound A4 sheets of paper. "Also, this is my company's preliminary letter of intent for cooperation. It's not a contract, just a framework. If you can prove your value at the centennial celebration, and prove that your performance just now wasn't a flash in the pan, we can sit down and discuss in detail a series of matters such as signing a contract, production, and promotion. The terms will be more favorable and flexible than your current 'Rain Princess'."
She also pushed the letter of intent over.
A ticket to a stage that's neither too big nor too small, a collaboration offer that could potentially change one's career.
This matchmaking has completely deviated from any normal path.
Wang Bo picked up the invitation and letter of intent; the handwriting on them was clear.
He looked up, his gaze sweeping over Su Yiyi's encouraging smile and Su Xiaoxiao's calm, waiting eyes.
"Thanks."
Regardless of their initial intentions, this was indeed the most tangible opportunity Wang Bo had ever had since his transmigration.
"Don't thank me yet." Su Xiaoxiao stood up, picked up her handbag, and said, "Get ready. I'm looking forward to seeing what complete work you can produce."
Su Yiyi, the older sister, also stood up and smiled at Wang Bo, nodding: "Wang Bo, regarding vocal practice, if you need it, we can..."
"Let's have a more in-depth discussion." Wang Bo nodded.
The innocent Su Yiyi and her sister turned and left, their steps light and graceful.
Wang Bo sat alone at table number 3, looking at the exquisite dishes in front of him that he had barely touched, and then looking down at the invitation and letter of intent in his hand.
His phone vibrated; it was a WeChat friend request from Su Xiaoxiao, which he accepted.
Almost simultaneously, Zhou Yuji called.
"How did the meeting go? Was there any chance? What did my best friend Su Xiaoxiao say?" Zhou Yuji's mature and charming voice came through.