[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend":3,"chapter-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-46":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Only Know How to Ride the Trend!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343527,4580,"Chapter 46: Midnight Singing?","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>\"Life has split us onto two paths...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One, following a predestined track, living silently, dying silently, with its end visible from the start...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The other, rising step by step from barren soil, facing the blazing sun, facing the howling wind, growing strong, blooming brilliant petals...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We cannot choose our past, but we can choose our future...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a park bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crowds flowed endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali silently watched the three songs, whose titles were \"Jiu Er,\" \"The Stage,\" and another unnamed one, with only sheet music and lyrics...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze blew, and she looked up at Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the sunlight painted the white pagoda a pale gold, Zhou Yang leaned against the ornate iron railing, his left hand loosely resting on his removed suit jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rustling pine needles from the camphor trees brushed against his crisp shirt, sending fine ripples across the lake’s surface...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s gaze was gentle and sincere, yet deep within his profound eyes, as if a burning flame blazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I—I have very little education, I can’t perform, I... I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame’s sparks ignited deep within Zhang Jiali, illuminating a glow, briefly letting her dream of her future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, that flame gradually faded, and she quietly lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since childhood, she had lived in the role of an overlooked family sacrifice, always cautious, living humbly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what she did or said, she had never received recognition from anyone; she had grown accustomed to watching distant sunlight from hidden corners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every singer begins with babbling...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Every champion runner starts with a tentative, stumbling step...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"In this world, education matters, and good schools matter...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But compared to these, what matters most is a person who keeps learning!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you’re willing to learn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you’re willing to try the second possibility in life...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you still remember your dream, and have never given up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What matters is that you believe in me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, everything is possible!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll give you half a day to think it over. Here’s my contact information—if you decide, reach out anytime...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali, head lowered, raised it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw Zhou Yang smile, pat her shoulder, and look at her with the gentlest, most sincere gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, Zhou Yang’s figure shimmered in the sunlight, blinding her for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she saw him turn and walk quietly into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he was about to vanish from sight, Zhang Jiali instinctively stood up from the bench and chased after Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhou Zong, I—I really can do this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze fixed on her, serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Remember—you can!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She trembled slightly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, her nose turned sour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, then—I’ll follow you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So silent it was unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu sang \"Jiu Er\" with a heart-rending cry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lonely, hollow, eerie melody wrapped around Zhang Jiali’s ears through Shen Hu’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali, hearing such explosive music for the first time, felt her scalp prickle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The studio staff stared in stunned silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had never recorded music quite so \"unconventional.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu stepped out of the studio, his mood electric; seeing Zhang Jiali’s shocked expression, he couldn’t hide his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This song, 'Jiu Er,' I wrote in the rain...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This song represents passionate devotion to dreams, and defiance against fate...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you record, you must sing out that emotion with your voice...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, the song I just sang you, 'The Stage,' was written in the rain too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Many people long to step onto a stage...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But those who truly stand upon it, seen by all, and receive applause and flowers—those 'roles' are always few and far between...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This song is the yearning to reach a grand stage—you must sing that yearning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The third song—I’m sure Zhou Zong told you—it was composed by me on my sickbed, when I was extremely weak...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When you sing it, you must convey the struggle: even as your life burns, even as you fall again and again, you rise once more...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s name this song 'Hunger.'\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu looked at Zhang Jiali.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared this amateur, this young girl with no prior performance experience, wouldn’t understand the meaning behind his songs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he repeatedly emphasized the emotions and intentions behind composing them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali glanced at the lyrics, then at Shen Hu, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, her gaze turned to Zhou Yang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang smiled: \"Don’t carry any psychological burden! Just try—like you’re singing in the bathroom...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try—it’s fine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Zhou Yang’s expression grow increasingly serious, Zhang Jiali nodded, took a deep breath under his gaze, and walked into the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the studio door closed, she looked out at the staff and Zhou Yang...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them nod at her...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as if singing in the bathroom, she began to sing \"Jiu Er.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song ended!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she stepped out, she saw Shen Hu’s face had darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jiu Er needs that loneliness—you didn’t convey it. Let me show you again. Here, you should sing it like this, like this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu kept stressing the vocal technique and demonstrated it for Zhang Jiali.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali nodded, her face flushed, and walked back into the studio to sing again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after this second attempt...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu’s expression grew increasingly strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not that way—it’s that loneliness, absolute loneliness. Loneliness is a feeling...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You must truly feel it before you can sing it right...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu, guitar slung over his back, trudged out in a foul mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Zhou Zong, no matter how I tell her to sing, it still feels wrong... Zhou Zong, maybe we should find someone else?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hu Zi, go rest first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But look at her—she sings with zero feeling, like a typewriter reciting words, like a walking corpse...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu Zi, you go rest first. I’ll handle her—I’ll talk to her slowly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, Zhou Zong, I’ll go get some sleep. Listening to her sing is like a disaster…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Hu slung his guitar over his back and finally left the recording studio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali huddled in the corner of the stairs, her eyes red, continuously wiping away tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her spirit had been utterly broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, I… I’m sorry, I, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really tried singing, but maybe… maybe I should just give up. I can’t do this. I probably really can’t…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t sing such professional songs…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, I really can’t find the feeling. No matter how I sing, it feels wrong…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong, maybe I should just do manual labor around the set… I won’t sing anymore, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw Zhou Yang walking over…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali looked up at Zhou Yang, tears streaming down harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Zhou Yang showed no sign of blame; instead, he sat down beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you feel about these three songs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I, I… I don’t know, I… Zhou Zong, I really have no talent or gift. Maybe I should…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Say whatever you want. It’s fine—tell me your thoughts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” After seeing Zhou Yang’s serious expression, she spoke through sobs: “The more I sing, the more it feels like I’m at a funeral. I can’t enter that lonely, dream-chasing feeling… and I’m getting more afraid with every note…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your feeling is right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, I remember you sing opera-style well. Don’t sing in Mandarin—sing in opera-style.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My opera-style isn’t standard, I…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s exactly why you should use non-standard opera-style!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, let’s go eat first. After eating, rest well. I’ve contacted the staff here—we’ll record at midnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1272,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2736b680cedd966beabbe46c4572c9ccad616ee54676bd1d0a48d4559a9c33d6","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-47","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-45",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]