After returning home, Xia Yu went to his room to conduct an experiment.
None of the existing songs could help them stand out, so he decided to create a new one that did not yet exist.
Since Music Level 5 could copy songs from his past life, it should also be possible to recreate musical compositions from his previous life, right?
How about Symphony No. 5, “Fate?”
But soon, Xia Yu abandoned this idea. “Fate” required flutes, trumpets, trombones, and violins, making it too complex.
Other pieces were either piano solos or violin solos. In Xia Yu’s memory, there simply wasn’t any composition that could satisfy both An Siyao and Liu Manman’s needs.
Crossing out one composition after another, Xia Yu thought while spinning his pen.
Music is a vast category. If musical skills like violin, piano, guzheng, and dizi were branches of a tree, then music itself would undoubtedly be the root, capable of reaching all branches.
One of those branches must also belong to music — composition.
If the songs in this world weren’t suitable, and even the songs from his past life weren’t suitable, then he would just compose a new one.
Music Level 5 meant he could also reach Level 5 in composition. Creating a new song wouldn’t be difficult.
However, composing music wasn’t something that could be done in just a few days — it usually took months, and now he only had five days left.
Time wasn’t a big issue; Xia Yu could use experience cards to shorten the process. But composing music required one more thing — inspiration.
Without inspiration, he couldn’t even start.
Speaking of inspiration, there was someone who could help with that.
Who was it?
After thinking for a while, Xia Yu finally recalled Wen Ziying, his novelist junior.
After tidying up a few things, Xia Yu went downstairs.
He met Liu Manman.
“Where are you going?” she asked, holding him back.
“I have something to do. I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” Xia Yu replied.
“Wait, what are you planning to do about the song? Are you giving up on the third piece?” Liu Manman was still troubled by this. “I wish I hadn’t brought An Siyao along. We could have just been a duo.”
“If we had, we might not have even gotten the chance to perform on that stage. There are stronger duos in China, and if our style overlaps, we’d be eliminated,” Xia Yu answered.
“I was just saying. What’s your plan, then?” Liu Manman asked again.
“If we were to play a solo, it should be you. Only the E route offers a solo performance possibility.”
“I’ll tell you when I get back,” Xia Yu replied.
“Wait, we have to finalize the song tomorrow morning. At least tell me your idea so I can prepare myself,” Liu Manman refused to let go.
Xia Yu could only reveal: “I want to play a song that’s never been heard before.”
Liu Manman was taken aback: “You’re going to compose it yourself?”
“I’ll explain tomorrow,” Xia Yu said, eager to catch the high-speed train and hurried downstairs.
“You’re seriously going to compose a song yourself? That’s impossible.” Liu Manman scoffed, clearly unconvinced.
Although famous musicians in the past were often composers, that was the past. Nowadays, composition and performance were separate fields.
Sighing again, Liu Manman lamented her misfortunes.
One teammate was thinking about a solo, which was almost impossible, and another was thinking about composing a song, which was utterly impossible.
She was the only normal one.
Standing by the window, Liu Manman watched Xia Yu get into a taxi and leave the villa.
Xia Yu was lucky; when he arrived at the station, a high-speed train heading to Zilang had just departed. Half an hour later, he arrived at Zilang High-Speed Railway Station.
Taking the subway, Xia Yu reached Wen Ziying’s neighborhood.
It was already late at night. Xia Yu avoided the surveillance cameras and arrived at Wen Ziying’s building.
Fortunately, Wen Ziying lived in an ordinary residential complex. If it had been an upscale community, Xia Yu would have had to work harder to sneak in.
Looking up, he gazed at Wen Ziying’s fifth-floor apartment, where the lights were already off.
Taking a deep breath, he altered his voice using vocal techniques and shouted: “Wen Ziying, Wen Ziying!”
His voice echoed through the empty buildings at night.
Wen Ziying, lying in bed, opened her eyes. She got up and walked to the window.
“Who is it?” she asked, looking downstairs.
No one answered.
Confused, Wen Ziying turned to go back inside to grab her phone for light, but suddenly she found she couldn’t control her body anymore.
She suddenly recalled an urban legend.
“If someone calls your name outside the window at night, never respond, or you’ll be possessed by a ghost.”
How was that urban legend supposed to be resolved?
“Don’t panic. It’s just a ghost who was unhappy in life. Just make it happy, and it will leave. Usually, letting it play computer games for a few hours will work.”
Was it really that simple — just playing games?
At that moment, she heard her own voice, but it wasn’t her speaking. It was another being controlling her body.
“Hey,” Xia Yu greeted Wen Ziying casually. “Sorry to bother you again. As a reward, if you ever need help, you can publish a missing person notice in the North Star Daily looking for my cousin Liu Changgui, and I’ll come to assist.”
“Oh, it’s you.” Wen Ziying sighed in relief. She had been really scared just now. “What do you want this time? Did the Yingying Monster destroy your language again?”
Wen Ziying referenced the previous incident.
“No, this time it’s a European seal attack,” Xia Yu joked casually. “I’m short on time today, so I won’t chat with you.”
With that, he walked into the dark living room, sat on the sofa, and began thinking.
He still had ten experience cards. Using them, combined with the basic eight hours, would give him a total of eighty-eight hours.
Eighty-eight hours was a lot, but he wasn’t confident he could compose a completely new piece.
So, he decided to adapt an existing piece instead.
In his mind, he recalled many songs he knew.
“Stinger Dreamer,” “Kestrel,” “Shadow of the Night,” “Wandering Soul”…
“Gurda Etude,” “Decaying Bridge,” “Echoing Reed Leaves,” “Red and White Windmills”…
“White Wolf,” “Yenna,” “Triss,” “Bumblebee”…
After filtering through song after song for an hour, Xia Yu finally found a suitable one — “Yharnam.”
Originally a modern piano piece, its notes and melodies danced in Xia Yu’s mind.
He entered Wen Ziying’s bedroom, tossed aside the clothes hanging on the chair, sat at the desk, and began mentally composing, using dashes and lines to represent notes.
Seven hours later, Xia Yu completed the draft. It was only a spark of inspiration; turning it into a full song would take much longer.
He memorized the draft and burned the paper.
“Done?” Wen Ziying asked.
Looking at the now-lightening sky outside the window, Xia Yu nodded.
“Then can I have my body back? And what did you just write?” As a fantasy novelist, Wen Ziying wasn’t scared at all — in fact, she found it exciting.
“That’s not something you need to know.”
“Come on, tell me. Who exactly are you?” Wen Ziying was filled with curiosity.
Looking at the clock and seeing that there were still more than twenty minutes left before the eight-hour mark, Xia Yu tilted his head at a 45-degree angle, gazed at the sky, and slowly said:
“It all started in 1978. To explore mineral resources, eleven explorers and a black cat arrived in Greenland, where they discovered a meteorite…”
Successfully distracting Wen Ziying with his story, Xia Yu happily returned to his own body after the eight hours.
Meanwhile, the bodyguard-controlled Xia Yu was already on his way back to Yaoguang.
After determining his current location, he first had breakfast, then hailed a taxi to An Siyao’s house.
He left instructions for the bodyguard-controlled Xia Yu via his phone, then logged into An Siyao’s body.
To use experience cards for composing, he needed An Siyao’s music enhancement. Without it, the experience cards wouldn’t work.
He pretended to ask An Siyao about forming a team, then convinced her to leave everything to him.
Arriving at the rehearsal room, he exchanged a knowing glance with the bodyguard Xia Yu, and the two began their performance.
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