Chapter 8: People Can Throw More Accurately With Their Feet Than You

"This is the commercial district guide for the area nearby. Take it. If there's anything you want to buy, just go out and get it directly."

After accompanying Zhou Yi to buy some daily necessities, Qian Jiang, having left behind a briefing on the commercial district, finally chose to take his leave. Before going, he specifically instructed Zhou Yi to focus on his creation, assuring him that he could handle the rest.

Zhou Yi, who had just taken a sip of water, felt a murmur of doubt at Qian Jiang's friendly and kind demeanor: It would be even better if Warner could give him a living allowance.

This wasn't because he was stingy; it was purely that Warner's treatment, as if he were their own son, really left him at a loss.

If he hadn't been nameless and obscure upon first joining Warner, Zhou Jianhui probably would have even provided him with a private driver.

"In the current Warner, the only ones receiving such treatment during their rookie period are probably just me and Sun Yanzi."

Placing the water cup on the coffee table, Zhou Yi sank heavily into the sofa and surveyed the surroundings: a very simple apartment layout, two bedrooms and a living room, plus a balcony.

The furniture was obviously all cheap goods, but at least everything was complete.

Judging purely by the price, this location shouldn't be too cheap.

Warner is truly wealthy and generous.

The only thing that made Zhou Yi feel somewhat uncomfortable was that too many households lived on this floor; he didn't know how the noise situation was. If it was poor, he estimated it would be very difficult for him to live here for a month.

"Forget it, I should just think about what songs to use for the first album."

Shaking his head, Zhou Yi, sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with a single index finger—almost instantly, those memories buried deep in his mind surfaced in his brain like a movie.

Songs he had heard in his past life, movies and TV dramas he had watched, and even news, and so on.

This was his most unique memory ability after rebirth, truly a case of having a photographic memory.

First, eliminate all already released songs, then block out movies, TV dramas, and news; the remaining songs became the repertoire for Zhou Yi's new album.

"Let me think, R&B style already has Tao Zhe setting a high standard; later I can just copy a couple of other ones. The key is hiphop..."

In the millennium year, hiphop elements had not yet entered the mainstream audience's view in the music industry. If he wanted to be the one to eat the crab first, he had to choose songs that could become popular all over the streets and alleys.

Among that batch of singers in the early millennium, among those who sang hit songs with hiphop elements, Wang Leehom was undoubtedly the one with the most dazzling market performance.

Although with the passage of time, his reputation as the "Sinicized Guo Tianwang" gradually replaced the title "Brother Pan," it was undeniable that the man's song "Happy Worship" back then was absolutely insane, directly becoming one of his personal pension insurances.

"Who am I copying anyway? Since the original Korean song hasn't come out yet, I am the genuine version."

Opening his eyes, Zhou Yi, having made up his mind, directly took a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the four characters "Happy Worship."

"Since I'm copying 'Happy Worship,' I might as well just copy 'My Microphone' and 'Reverse the Earth' as well." Thinking this, Zhou Yi bit his pen cap and wrote down the names of two more songs on the paper.

These two were also Wang Leehom's representative works; in terms of fame, they might not be as big as "Happy Worship," but they were at least popular for a time.

"Since I'm copying 'Happy Worship,' I can't let go of Wang Leehom's other ace, 'Must Love,' either. If I'm going to fleece, I'll fleece thoroughly; anyway, this one was also Sinicized by him."

Thinking that an entire album couldn't possibly be all hiphop, Zhou Yi decisively took "Must Love," whose original song also hadn't been released yet.

"Huang Li-hsing seems to have a song called 'Sound Wave' as well, that's not bad either, copy it."

Thinking of the classic lyrics "The sound wave is too strong, if you don't sway you'll get knocked to the ground," Zhou Yi decisively wrote down another song title.

With this, out of the ten songs for an album, he had directly settled on five, completing half in an instant.

However, very soon, he felt a bit stuck.

Judging purely by the popularity of the songs, among these five, the ones that were undoubtedly ace-level were "Happy Worship" and "Must Love."

But, the problem arose.

Both of these songs are duets.

Zhang Shaohan, who sings "Happy Worship," should currently be an unknown, signed to Formosa Records and still undergoing singer training, not yet officially debuted;

Xian Zi, who sings "Must Love," is even still in high school on the mainland or attending some school, I wonder which one.

"'Must Love' is easy to handle; Xian Zi's vocal tone isn't irreplaceable, but this 'Happy Worship'..."

Looking at the two song titles he had written on the white paper, Zhou Yi, resting his chin on one hand, fell into deep thought.

This woman Zhang Shaohan's vocal conditions were simply too unique, with extremely strong penetration. It was just that he didn't know why Formosa Records initially didn't see her singing potential and instead wanted her to debut by acting in idol dramas.

"Hiss, if that's the case, if Qian Jiang goes to contact Zhang Shaohan's manager and uses a cabbage price to get her to sing, it seems like it wouldn't be a problem."

Leaning against a big tree is good for shade; if he belonged to a small company, he probably wouldn't even be able to walk through the door of Formosa Records.

"As for 'Must Love'..."

To be honest, Zhou Yi really couldn't think of a suitable candidate in his mind at that moment.

If he could find Zhang Shaohan to sing "Happy Worship," why not just let her sing "Must Love" as well?

Anyway, singing one song is a cabbage price; singing two songs is at most a fruit price.

To be honest, if Sun Yanzi's vocal line wasn't unsuitable for the female vocals in these two, he wouldn't have to think so much; he could just find her within the company to handle it directly.

Relying on the musical knowledge he had learned in both lives, Zhou Yi, humming while writing, made his pen tip dance on the paper, copying the lyrics first and then transcribing the melody.

His outstanding memory processing ability was also the reason he was confident he could handle university studies while handling the music industry.

Maybe this was the advantage of being a reborn person. His body was also super healthy; he hadn't been sick once since childhood, ate everything with gusto.

After Zhou Yi finished copying all the lyrics, melodies, and elements needed for the arrangements of these five songs, the sky outside hadn't even darkened yet.

"The nightlife of the Treasure Island..."

Putting down the ballpoint pen in his hand, he got up from the sofa and walked to the balcony to overlook the surroundings of the residential area—two flower beds with bustling pedestrians, and a basketball court nearby with the sounds of streetball games in full swing.

It was time for dinner.

I wonder if the Taiwan girls are really like in the legends...

After organizing the paper with the song data, Zhou Yi, taking his keys, picked up the commercial district guide left by his manager Qian Jiang before leaving and went out the door.

Passing by the basketball court, a sudden cry of alarm came to his ears—

"Hey! Careful! Move quickly!"

A shout with a distinct Treasure Island accent; the coquettish tone made Zhou Yi subconsciously stop his steps and turn his head to look towards the sound: a city beauty in sportswear had an anxious expression, and a basketball was spinning in the air, hurtling towards him.

"?"

How can playing basketball result in the ball flying out of the court?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Yi, who had originally thought this Taiwan girl was alone, saw another male figure rushing over hurriedly, and immediately lost interest.

He was no Cao Cao, nor did he have that kind of hobby.

After a dashing chest trap, Zhou Yi lifted his right foot clad in white canvas shoes, juggled the basketball twice until it became utterly obedient, then kicked the ball back toward the court—

The brown basketball traced a graceful parabola through the air and, under the stunned gaze of the man and woman, easily swished through the hoop!

Having finished that kick, Zhou Yi, who had not said a word, smiled at the two people in the distance, waved, turned, and walked away.

"Liu Genhong! How was it! Did the ball hit anyone!"

Behind the man and woman with dazed expressions at the edge of the court, a young figure with bangs reaching his forehead hurried over, but upon seeing the expressions on his two friends' faces, he was somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong with you?"

"Jielun, maybe you shouldn't shoot when playing basketball in the future; someone uses their foot and still shoots more accurately than you do with your hands."

"...???"