Chapter 142: An Unexpected Delight

As the matter settled down, the entertainment industry finally found some peace and turned its attention elsewhere. Other artists breathed a sigh of relief that the headline-grabbers and scandals no longer dominated the spotlight, eager to make their presence felt. For a time, many blossomed simultaneously, creating a vibrant and captivating scene.

The seventh episode of "The Vocal Masters" remained thrilling. Substitute and challenger singers brought immense pressure to the competition, together delivering a spectacular show. Saint Guan Jie ranked last but surprisingly retained his position because the challenger failed to reach the top four, resulting in a failed challenge. However, he would be in great danger in the next episode.

Amid the excitement, some viewers felt something was missing. It was the final remark on "The Sound of Music" that jolted everyone awake: in the past six episodes, audiences had grown accustomed to Lin Qihua’s surprises each week. Every episode featured a fresh, distinct style of song. Even the song he performed when eliminated in the fifth episode was a rare gem, and his return in the sixth episode still stood out as one of the most brilliant performances that night.

The power of habit is formidable. Everyone had come to expect Lin Qihua’s dazzling performances, and suddenly, without him on stage, there was an undeniable void. While it seemed unfair to the current contestants giving their all, it was clear that this season of "The Vocal Masters" felt incomplete without Lin Qihua. Fortunately, he would return in the breakthrough round, and everyone would still get to see his artistry.

Such commentary found a large audience and earned considerable approval. When Lu Zhixuan called Lin Qihua, his face was filled with indignation. "I finally snagged a championship, and yet everyone’s still talking about you—what about me?"

“That’s because even if I’m not in the arena, my legend lives on,” Lin Qihua chuckled.

“Stop acting all innocent now,” Lu Zhixuan retorted. “Hurry back. Without you, it’s dull around here. The three of us, swapping championships, it’s no fun.”

“You enjoy yourselves for now. When I return, I’ll give everyone a surprise,” Lin Qihua said with a smile before hanging up. He understood Lu Zhixuan’s meaning—the three top-tier singers competing amongst themselves found it uninspiring, lacking challenge, unable to coax out their best. Zhang Yuxian and the others were skilled enough but hadn’t yet felt truly threatened to push themselves to the limit. It was clear they recognized their own strength. It was time to prepare well—the breakthrough round and final were not to be taken lightly. Besides, after the surprise he gave last episode, not returning the favor wouldn’t be like him. He still couldn’t rest just yet.

Today, Su Zitong, who had rested for several days, was finally ready to report to the company. Her contract with Rainbow Records had long been settled by Shen Manni, and He Li had signed her to a brand-new contract. Lian Yuling was tasked with arranging a test to assess her future potential and direction, with Lin Qihua invited to participate. Lin Qihua held deep respect for this beautiful, determined young woman and hoped to offer her some guidance.

Currently, artists such as Lei Jing, Xiao Xiao, and the Vivi Group under Galaxy Entertainment were all progressing well, steadily building their popularity. The new generation was gradually rising, forming a solid tier system. Galaxy Entertainment was no longer reliant on just four or five artists to carry its reputation, though the main pillars remained Lin Qihua and his peers.

Lin Qihua eagerly hoped for fresh blood, looking forward to Su Zitong becoming another artist who could stand on her own.

At the rehearsal studio, Lian Yuling and Su Zitong were already waiting. After a few days of rest, Su Zitong’s complexion had improved significantly, no longer pale and weary. She wore a white blouse paired with tight jeans, exuding vigor and highlighting her flawless figure. Lin Qihua finally understood why Tang Zhijie found it so hard to resist her charm. Su Zitong truly possessed the kind of striking beauty that seemed to have stepped out of a comic book—a youthful face with a mature allure that easily stirred desire.

Rainbow Records had lost out, Lin Qihua thought. With her talent, they could have cultivated her with great effort. Such a girl naturally attracted attention, especially from otakus and students—a tremendous advantage.

Yet, her ultimate potential and limits depended on her own abilities. Appearance was just the foundation; talent and inner strength would determine her future.

“Since everyone’s here, let’s begin,” Lian Yuling said, her usual cool demeanor intact. “Today’s goal is simple: a basic test to evaluate your foundational qualities as an artist, then tailor a training program to raise you to a level we recognize. Your chances of reaching the second tier this year are slim; next year will be critical. Preparing thoroughly is essential.”

Su Zitong nodded. “Thank you for your attention. Though training hasn’t started, I can already feel your professionalism. At my previous company, training was unstructured—we practiced whatever we wanted and weren’t clear about our strengths and weaknesses. For example, I felt my dancing was mediocre and lacked character, yet in the group, I was assigned as the dance lead and required to perform various sensual moves, which made me uncomfortable.”

“That’s the biggest flaw of small companies—they don’t use talents properly. Though our scale isn’t large, our training is top-notch,” Lin Qihua seized the moment to flatter. “Because we have a powerful training director.”

“You chatter too much,” Lian Yuling shot him a glare. “If you don’t like it, we won’t force you to. Though it’s your strength, being overly deliberate can backfire. The less you care, sometimes the better the results. Of course, dance is essential, a basic skill. Show me a dance segment.”

“Alright.” Obediently, Su Zitong performed her best dance. She seemed a bit awkward, overly conscious about avoiding sensual moves, which had the opposite effect.

“Hmm, I roughly understand your skill level here. Your basics are good, your body flexible, and your awareness decent. With more practice, you’ll have no problem. I’ll arrange specialized training for you. Don’t worry; we won’t ask you to strike any provocative poses.”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it,” Su Zitong bowed.

“Next, let’s assess your singing. If your vocal skills are solid, you might get solo engagements instead of forming a new group. If not, we’ll reconsider.”

“I think I sing pretty well,” she said confidently.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it. Sing your signature piece, one that showcases your vocal strengths,” Lian Yuling smiled slightly.

Su Zitong showed no stage fright. After pondering briefly, she sang a cappella. Her voice was clear and ethereal, with a wide range. When she hit the high notes, Lin Qihua’s expression changed—he had discovered something remarkable. Su Zitong’s high notes were exceptional, incredibly beautiful, effortless, sharp, and piercing. He recognized this voice’s technical term: the “dolphin tone,” a rare gift most singers aspire to but few master.

This was different from mere high notes. It required innate talent and practiced control. Evidently, Su Zitong was relying on natural talent but lacked control—precisely indicating great potential for development.

Exchanging a glance with Lian Yuling, they both understood: the company had found a treasure. They had expected an ordinary but attractive artist. Now, her dolphin tone talent made her highly promising. If nurtured properly, what kind of singer could she become? Could she be another pillar for the company?

When Su Zitong finished, nervously awaiting their comments, Lin Qihua applauded. “I really don’t know what their company was thinking. Such an extraordinary talent buried in a group, but luckily they didn’t realize it, which benefits us.”

“Ah?” Su Zitong’s mouth dropped open, confused by Lin Qihua’s words. “Before, I was always asked to sing middle or low parts, and I felt I couldn’t control them well.”

“That’s normal—they didn’t see where your talent lay,” Lian Yuling said with a bright smile. “Your gift, which we call the dolphin tone, is your highest, sharpest voice—a rare, unique talent. Everything else can be improved through training.”

“So, does that mean I passed the test?” Su Zitong asked happily.

“Passed? More than that,” Lin Qihua said with a grin. “Prepare yourself for intense training. Sister Ling will put you through hell, but if you endure it, your weaknesses will be offset and your strengths fully unleashed. Keep fighting, beautiful girl—your future is boundless.”

“Really?” Su Zitong’s eyes widened adorably. “I’ll work hard, and I won’t let you down.”

“Don’t be scared by him. As long as you put in the effort, you can make it,” Lian Yuling reassured her.

“Ling, you might need to personally mentor her,” Lin Qihua suddenly said. “I have an idea. For the finals, let her be my partner.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mm,” Lin Qihua nodded, ignoring Su Zitong’s surprised look. “Such a voice cannot be wasted. I’m eager to see her astonish the national audience at the finals.”

“Me?” Su Zitong found it hard to accept.

“It’s you. Work hard on your control. Matching my voice will be tough.”

“Hmm,” Lian Yuling mused. “Actually, she is the most suitable partner for you. The others don’t quite fit. I’ll supervise her training, but your song needs to be created soon.”

“Don’t worry. Inspiration is already flowing,” Lin Qihua said confidently, tapping his head.