The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 10

The second to demonstrate was Cui Yuxuan, standing to Qi Ming’s left. Clutching his lyric sheet, he straightened his back and took a large stride forward, looking like a sturdy young poplar tree.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he became like a small beast that had stumbled into a peach blossom forest. Faced with the swirling pink petals, he completely failed to grasp the tenderness and romance hidden within, choosing instead to simply lower his head and charge forward.

Like Qi Ming, Cui Yuxuan had also drawn a ballad: “Passionate Love March.”

However, as the title suggested, the styles of the two songs were vastly different. Compared to the sorrow and helplessness of “Sunset Confession,” this song lived up to its name, expressing the sweet love of a green youth.

The song itself suited Cui Yuxuan’s age perfectly, yet his voice shared not a single similarity with a clean, clear boyish tone.

Cui Yuxuan’s overall range was low, possessing a grainy, sandy texture. When he reached the line, “This is our passionate love march, every moment filled with a sweet melody,” his brow was furrowed, and the veins on the back of his hand gripping the paper bulged.

Rather than expressing the excitement of first love, he looked as if he were being forcibly tied to a cross and coerced into confessing to a crime that was not his own, looking profoundly bitter.

The rapid rhythm swept the lyrics along, crashing outward like a hurricane blowing through the peach blossoms, scattering the melodious falling petals into a mess.

The final line, “Let this love continue forever, never to be parted,” was sung by Cui Yuxuan with a sense of unquestionable vow, much like singing a national anthem, which made Qi Ming want to laugh.

In his view, the boy’s pitch was quite good. However, his rhythm was too fast, and many beats were not fully held, as if someone were chasing him from behind, making him desperate to go faster and faster, reaching the end in a single breath.

Furthermore, there was another point that remained Cui Yuxuan’s biggest issue: his pure coastal accent was truly distracting.

If he were performing a fast paced solo rap, this blend of toughness and playfulness in his diction could become a personal trademark, leaving a deep impression on the audience.

But within a team, during a group ballad, Cui Yuxuan’s voice would become too abrupt, creating a rift in the performance.

In Country H, a qualified boy group idol cannot stay in their comfort zone forever; they must learn to break boundaries and try various styles.

A long term, singular style leads to aesthetic fatigue for the audience. Under the exhaustion of a fast paced life, they crave a sense of freshness.

Who would not love an idol with a versatile style, seeing a different side of them in every song and every stage?

Sure enough, after Cui Yuxuan finished, Yin Na asked a question that caught him off guard:

“You have definitely never been in a relationship, have you? Or rather, you have not yet experienced the taste of truly liking someone.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Placing his hands behind his back, Cui Yuxuan uncomfortably rolled the lyric sheet into a tube, staring at his feet and not daring to look up. His voice still carried the aftereffects of the high notes, sounding a bit hoarse.

Cui Yuxuan knew he had sung poorly. Whenever he encountered words like “love” or “like,” even just singing them made his mouth feel scalded.

When Qi Ming sang, he did not feel it was distracting or awkward at all. But when it was his turn, Cui Yuxuan wanted to curl his toes until he dug a hole in the ground, feeling incredibly affected and uncomfortable.

He wanted to sing songs that were cool and handsome.

Taking in Cui Yuxuan’s expression and reaction, Yin Na rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought for a moment.

Actually, this kid’s vocal conditions were excellent, a true gift from the heavens. This deep, mellow voice with a natural reverb was extremely rare.

Many people intentionally try to create similar vocal fry, but it often ends up feeling greasy. Cui Yuxuan was special because his tone was not forced; it was natural.

He probably did not realize that while singing this ballad, due to his unfamiliarity with love and his inner resistance, he actually conveyed a sense of rawness and innocence, mixed with a hint of helpless panic.

Through just this one song, Yin Na could infer the boy’s personality. Although Cui Yuxuan had never been in love, she predicted that when the time came, he would definitely still be this hot headed youth.

Faced with his beloved, he would be like a clumsy small beast, longing to get close yet confused as to why he was so nervous.

The flaws were obvious, but the room for growth was immense.

“Do not be nervous, I did not mean anything else.”

Seeing Cui Yuxuan keep his head down, Yin Na thought her expression might have been too harsh and offered some comfort.

“At your age, it is normal to have no contact with love. Unfortunately, once you debut, you will not be allowed to date.” This was the duty of an idol.

Finally meeting the youth’s gaze, Yin Na gave a faint smile and turned to look at Qi Ming, speaking with underlying meaning:

“But your issues are indeed significant. You can have the leader teach you later; I believe he already knows what to do.”

Because Qi Ming’s Seoul accent was so standard he could work as a weather reporter.

“Of course, teacher.”

Qi Ming naturally had no objections. He understood what Yin Na meant and was very willing to help Cui Yuxuan correct his pronunciation.

But Cui Yuxuan seemed to have misunderstood.

His eyes widened in shock as he looked at the smiling, beautiful young man beside him, Yin Na’s words still echoing in his ears:

“Unfortunately, once you debut, you will not be allowed to date. You can have the leader teach you later; I believe he already knows what to do.”

What did that mean?

So, you can date before debuting? What was Qi Ming ge supposed to teach him? Teach him how to, date? How would he teach that?

No way, why could these two people say this so naturally? Was this truly right?

His ears felt as hot as fire. Cui Yuxuan felt his vision blur, as if everything were covered in white steam.

Moving a small step to the side, Qi Ming glanced strangely at this reddening shrimp, feeling puzzled.

Is singing a slow song really this hot? Was it because the practice room window was opened too little? He would open it wider in a bit; look at how hot the kid got, the rising heat was almost burning him too.

“I can tell you are a rapper. However, that does not mean you should sing everything like a rap. Besides rapping, do you not know how to sing?”

Changing her tone, Yin Na suddenly began her critique, her previous gentle sister image vanishing. Her words made the flush on Cui Yuxuan’s face deepen.

This time, it was a red of shame and embarrassment.

“Once you become a big star, no one will care what you want to sing. But right now, you are just an unknown trainee.”

While boy group members in Country H are allowed to have certain weaknesses, after all, a group has clear positions and divisions of labor, Cui Yuxuan was currently in the stage of practice and growth. Yin Na did not want him to take his weaknesses for granted.

Even if he truly was not good at it, he had to have the determination to make up for his deficiencies. Only then could he go far in this industry.

“Do not feel that because you have teammates, you do not need to work hard. To be honest, can you truly stay together for a lifetime?”

No matter which group it is, they all eventually move toward a disbandment followed by individual solo careers. However, not everyone is capable of going solo.

Opportunity and ability are both indispensable.

During the trainee period, the company generally provides comprehensive training and guidance to members to allow for broader development later.

“Teacher, I, I understand.”

Though he answered this way, Cui Yuxuan was very defiant in his heart. Why could they not stay together for a lifetime?

Besides him, Kim Woosung and Bian He also hung their heads, looking wilted, as if struck by the teacher’s ruthless words.

They did not want to think about things so far in the future right now.

Yin Na naturally noticed Cui Yuxuan’s insincerity but said nothing more. These children were very young, had not yet experienced the grinding of society, and their minds were not yet mature.

But this fleeting innocence was precious.

Yin Na secretly began to regret her words; she should not have said those things. She had been too impatient, lacking prior experience as a teacher.

Who talks about disbandment before even forming the group? Was that not purely dampening the children’s enthusiasm?

“The teacher is right. So kids, from now on, we must cherish our time.”

At this moment, Qi Ming suddenly spoke up, gently squeezing the back of Cui Yuxuan’s neck as he spoke. Feeling the youth’s muscles relax, he quickly let go.

“Exactly, just as Hyung said, we are still together now, so we must work hard!”

Hearing this, an overly excited Kim Woosung nearly crumpled the lyric sheet in his hand. He shouted this sentence, jumped forward, and held his paper high, volunteering:

“Teacher, teacher, let me go next.”

Withdrawing her gaze from Qi Ming, Yin Na nodded, signaling Kim Woosung to begin.

His luck was good; the song he drew was the well known classic “Unbreakable Dream.” The overall emotional tone was positive, centered on the theme of chasing dreams and never giving up.

In terms of singing, Kim Woosung carried his personal style through to the end, like a blazing small sun, full of passion and vitality, his emotions as full as fruit about to drop from a branch.

It was not unpleasant to hear, but it was purely emotion with no technique to speak of. In other words, Kim Woosung was an excellent karaoke singer who could move the emotions of those around him, but his voice was too raw.

He clearly had not received systematic training.

However, providing these children with systematic vocal guidance was exactly why Yin Na was here. To her, Kim Woosung’s issues were not large and could be improved later.

“Very good passion, a very pure raw voice.”

“Hehe, thank you, teacher.”

Scratching his hair, Kim Woosung thought Yin Na was praising him. He smiled somewhat foolishly, once again revealing his standard eight white teeth.

Ah, another silly kid.

Tapping his fingertips against the seam of his pants, Qi Ming did not notice that his expression had unconsciously softened a great deal.

Because he liked silly (easier to fool) people.

The last to demonstrate singing was Bian He. From the beginning, he had displayed a low presence, not vying for attention.

But Yin Na had long noticed him and held certain expectations for his level. During those five minutes of practice, she had carefully observed everyone’s behavior.

Unlike the other three, the first thing Bian He looked at was not the lyrics, but the score. This showed he was more willing to first interpret the song’s direction from the music, feeling the emotions and atmosphere conveyed by the melody.

His sensitivity to melody was very high.

Especially since the song Bian He drew was the most difficult of the four, “Illusory Bubble.” It featured many transitions between chest voice and falsetto and required a significant amount of breathy singing, demanding extremely high breath control.

Hearing the first line the youth sang, Yin Na knew her guess was correct.

“Memories fade away.”

It was a distinct breathy sound, like willow catkins drifting in spring, tangled with threads of sorrow, slowly pulling up past memories.

By the chorus, which should have been the emotional peak of the melody, Bian He suddenly shifted, boldly changing the original tune. The rhythm became jumpy and full of tension.

The transitions between chest and falsetto became even more effortless. In Yin Na’s ears, it felt as if she truly saw a bird nimbly and freely weaving through the mountain forest.

Listening to the end, she wanted to summarize Bian He’s performance in two words: effortless. His high notes and that series of complex vocal runs were sung with great ease.

With Cui Yuxuan, who could not sing high notes at all, as a contrast, Bian He’s vocal level was even more superb.

He had not only technique but also emotion.

Furthermore, Yin Na could see from Bian He’s performance that he had also not received systematic training. In other words, all of this was something he had figured out himself, vocal techniques that clearly carried his personal style.

Even more surprising to her was that within those short five minutes, Bian He had directly rearranged the song. It could not be said that he made it better than the original, only that each had its own merits.

This was a complete genius.

Applause suddenly rang out in the practice room.

Turning his head, Bian He saw those emerald gems filled with a clear, stream like smile, seemingly reflecting his own figure.

The young man did not speak, simply offering his praise with his hands and that sincere, gentle smile.

Throughout the song, Bian He’s breath control had been perfect. But at this moment, his breathing unconsciously lost its rhythm. Feeling as if he had been burned, he lowered his head to hide his face with his hair.

Consequently, Qi Ming did not see the youth’s dilated, trembling pupils and lips bitten almost to the point of bleeding; he could only catch a glimpse of the shirt fabric strained tight by immense force.

“You sang very well. I even feel there is nothing left for me to teach you.”

Sighing, Yin Na revealed a happy smile. “If you have any creative ideas later, if you are willing, you can come and talk to me.”

Such a comment, given her status, was naturally extremely high praise. Bian He seemed to feel embarrassed, bowing several times to express his thanks.

“Thank you.” However, he did not answer Yin Na’s subsequent sentence about creation.

Regarding this, Yin Na did not take it to heart. Bian He seemed to be a very introverted child who spoke very little.

In the following lessons, Yin Na provided targeted guidance and training based on each person’s level and style. Bian He, meanwhile, learned more professional knowledge regarding music composition from her.

Daylight had quietly retreated at some point, and thick ink was set into the small window of the practice room.

When the wind blew, the window frame made a faint creaking sound. Accompanied by the words “That is all for today’s vocal class, go eat dinner, kids,” the door was closed.

“Hyung, do I sound like a duck when I talk now? Quack, quack, quack!”

Running to sit beside Qi Ming, Kim Woosung playfully imitated a duck, indicating his throat was truly exhausted.

Raising his hand to touch the curly brown hair, Qi Ming pointed to his own throat and gave a helpless smile with a shrug. He was even more exaggerated than Kim Woosung; he could not make a sound at all now.

Those techniques were still too difficult for him.

Just then, a steaming paper cup was held up to Qi Ming’s mouth. Looking up that arm, he saw Cui Yuxuan supporting his knee with his other hand, his chest heaving violently, his cheeks still carrying a slight flush from exercise.

“Hyung, do you want, do you want some warm water?”

On the way in, Qi Ming had noticed the only place with hot water in the company was the first floor lobby, and their practice room was on the fifth floor.

In other words, in just a few short minutes, Cui Yuxuan had run up and down five floors just to get him a cup of warm water.

“My, being so good to Hyung.”

Taking the paper cup, Qi Ming took a sip, his pale lips becoming somewhat moist and red from the water’s temperature. He looked at Cui Yuxuan and gave a pleasant smile.

“So sweet. As expected of water from Xiao Xuan. How should I thank you?”

When handing over the cup just now, Cui Yuxuan felt his fingertips were accidentally brushed. He frantically curled his fingers into his palm, intending to take a deep breath to calm his emotions, but then he heard Qi Ming’s words.

Cui Yuxuan stared blankly at the person in front of him.

Because he was the one who got the water, it was sweet?

“No, no need, no need to thank me.”

As long as Hyung could always show such a beautiful smile, he would be very satisfied.

“Wow, Yuxuan, you truly are filial! Why did I not think of that? I am going to get water for Hyung too!”

On the other side, Kim Woosung patted his head, standing up as if ready to dash downstairs, but he was called back by Qi Ming.

“No need, Xiao Wo. Did you not say you were hungry? Let’s go eat dinner, alright?”

“Yes, yes! Hyung, you actually remembered. My stomach is so noisy my ears hurt. I wonder if the cafeteria has kimbap, I really want to eat some!”

“Hyung, wait for me.”

Not wanting to be left behind, Cui Yuxuan ran behind Qi Ming and tentatively grabbed the white hem of his shirt. The movement was obvious and was immediately noticed by the owner of the clothes.

“Are you that shy? Xiao Xuan, do you want to just hold my hand?”

“Can I?”

“Forget it, my hands are all sweaty, they are sticky, maybe not. Hey, hey, moving so fast?”

In a moment where Qi Ming’s neat freak nature was acting up, Cui Yuxuan had already automatically clasped his palm, gripping it tightly, even though he did not use much force.

“Hyung must keep his word.”

The way he said it made Qi Ming feel like he was not the type to go back on a promise. Relaxing his fingers, he allowed the other to hold him with both claws, like holding a meat bone.

At the same time, he turned his head and slightly raised his voice: “Xiao He, do you not want to eat with Hyung?”

Bian He, who had been standing quietly by the wall watching the three depart, was suddenly called by name. He reflexively responded before even hearing the content:

“I do.”

“Then why are you standing there like a fool? If you do not leave now, we will not wait for you.”

Without turning around, Qi Ming casually waved his other hand. Before he could lower it, it was caught and held.

Turning his head, he met Bian He’s dark brown eyes, which were like deep pools of water, containing something he could not quite distinguish.

But Qi Ming was too lazy to investigate. He calmly looked forward again, leading the two clingy puppies on his left and right.

“Wow, wow, wow! You two are cheating! Hyung, I want to hold your hand too!”

Noticing the actions of Cui Yuxuan and Bian He, Kim Woosung was not having it. He felt isolated and also wanted to cling to Qi Ming.

“But I have no hands left. Xiao Wo, what are you doing?”

Looking down at the curly hair pressed against his chest, the veins on Qi Ming’s forehead throbbed. His waist was being squeezed so tightly he could not even walk.

“I am hugging Hyung!”

Looking up, Kim Woosung blinked his large eyes, his face full of innocence. But in Cui Yuxuan’s eyes, it was two hundred percent an eyesore.

“Kim Woosung, let go. How is Qi Ming ge supposed to walk like this?”

Frowning, Cui Yuxuan pressed his cheek against Qi Ming’s arm, his expression very unhappy.

“Then you let go of Hyung’s hand and let me hold it.”

“No, do not even think about it.”

The two began to bicker in his ears. Qi Ming stared boredly at the patterns on the ceiling, counting down three seconds in his heart.

Three, two, one.

Using a clever movement, he broke free from everyone. With his hands in his pockets, he walked forward alone. With his tall stature and long legs, Qi Ming disappeared around the corner of the stairs in just a few steps, leaving behind a sentence:

“I am going to starve to death. Hyung is going to eat first, bye-bye.”

Seeing this, Cui Yuxuan and Kim Woosung immediately followed. Their shoulders kept bumping into each other, both feeling the other was blocking their way.

Only Bian He remained, staring blankly at his palm. He was the innocent victim of the previous struggle for affection.

Why did he break free of his hand? Is he not obedient enough?

Do not leave me behind, alright?

Qi Ming ge.