Chapter 20: God-Tier Voice

When Luo Mo asked if anyone wanted to volunteer for the C-Position, his five teammates looked at each other.

For a moment, no one answered.

The C-Position, are we even worthy?

His team not only had the fewest members, but judging by the current class rankings, it was also the worst configuration.

These trainees from C Class, D Class, and even F Class, how could they dare to compete for the C-Position in front of the dazzling A Class Luo Mo?

We aren't worthy!

In their view, Luo Mo was just going through the motions, asking casually. As for this C-Position, he was naturally the only choice!

Luo Mo shrugged casually, then suddenly reached out a large hand and gave Tong Shu's back a forceful pat.

The frail-bodied Tong Shu was almost shaken to pieces, stumbling forward two steps.

"Didn't you tell me you wanted to be in the C-Position?" Luo Mo looked at Tong Shu and said with a serious expression.

"I didn't..." Tong Shu opened his mouth, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Luo Mo.

"What 'you didn't, I didn't'? What? Are you still waiting for others to step up first, and then try a 'strike only after the enemy has struck' tactic?"

"No, I..."

"You are!" Luo Mo looked at him, arms crossed, chin slightly tucked back, eyebrows raised.

"Ah? I... you..." Tong Shu was about to cry from anxiety.

Luo Mo ignored him and continued: "So, is there anyone else who wants to run for the C-Position?"

With no one answering, he, as the team leader, made the final decision: "Since no one is running, then the C-Position for the first public performance will be held by Tong Shu. Everyone, applaud."

After saying this, he took the lead in clapping: "Clap, clap, clap!"

Everyone was stunned in an instant.

Tong Shu happened to be the most stunned of them all.

After several seconds, he finally opened his mouth, and the shy boy could only squeeze out one sentence: "Thank you, Boss Mo."

Luo Mo looked at him and said: "What are you thanking me for? You'd better cherish this!"

"I will definitely cherish this opportunity!" Tong Shu said, his face flushing red.

"What are you talking about? I didn't mean the C-Position." Luo Mo waved his hand and said.

"I meant, cherish this opportunity to sing my songs for free. After all, once this show ends, if you want to sing my songs on stage again, you'll have to pay." Luo Mo rubbed his fingers together, expressing regret.

At the same time, this sentence also served as a signal to the others that the creation for this group would basically be handled by him alone.

I provide the songs, and the copyright for the songs also belongs to me.

Regarding this, not a single person had any objections.

After saying this, Luo Mo looked at the speechless Tong Shu and said: "However, for me to let you be in the C-Position, I have one more Requirement that I hope you can fulfill."

"Ah?" Tong Shu raised his head and looked at his Boss.

Luo Mo rubbed his chin, looking Tong Shu up and down. After a long while, his gaze sharpened as he said: "Show me your most authentic, most comfortable Singing style. Stop hiding it."

Meeting Luo Mo's gaze, Tong Shu felt as if he had been seen through; he felt a chill down his spine, yet at the same time, he was incomparably shocked.

"You... you could tell?" Tong Shu's mouth hung open.

You have to know, even Music Mentor Wei Ran hadn't pointed this out; after Tong Shu finished his debut performance, he only said that his vocal range was good and his voice was very pleasant.

He didn't know how Luo Mo had discovered it.

Could it be that in some aspects, he was actually more perceptive than Mentor Wei Ran!?

"We can talk about this question when we eat later." Luo Mo didn't continue the topic and said: "Let's submit the list first."

Half an hour later, all 9 teams had submitted their lists.

The reason it took so long was that several teams had multiple people competing for the C-Position, leading to arguments, battles, and voting rounds.

Among the 9 teams, the trainees who secured the C-Position for the first public performance were almost all from A Class and B Class, with only Tong Shu being the sole C Class trainee.

This caused everyone's gaze and the camera lenses to focus on Tong Shu when the list was announced.

In an instant, he felt the pressure of the C-Position.

Luo Mo patted his shoulder again, still with plenty of force, as if he wanted to shake him to pieces.

His tone carried a hint of impatience as he said: "Buck up. Don't be a coward, and don't be nervous. To wear the crown, one must bear its weight."

"To wear the crown, one must bear its weight." Tong Shu chewed over this famous quote that didn't exist in this world.

On the contrary, Wei Ran and the others gathered quietly and said with a smile: "This Luo Mo is quite smart. By taking all the power for himself, he ensures that when the stage performance happens, he gives his teammates enough highlights, which is beneficial for team unity."

In reality, Luo Mo hadn't thought that much.

He just wanted to give this shy boy a different set of clothes, nothing more.

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………

The morning passed quickly, and the pleasant mealtime arrived again.

The trainees were all young, each one a hearty eater; some who were late bloomers were already over 1.8 meters tall and still growing like hell.

During the meal, Luo Mo and Tong Shu sat at a small table that could only seat two.

While stuffing his face with meat, he glanced at Tong Shu casually and said: "Why do you deliberately suppress your vocal range? Do you think it's charming?"

"No... it's not that." Tong Shu swallowed the rice in his mouth with effort, knowing that Boss Mo had indeed discovered his problem.

"Then why?" Luo Mo asked.

"Because... because a lot of people used to say my Singing sounded effeminate." Tong Shu lowered his head, stirring his food with his chopsticks, seemingly recalling something.

Actually, Luo Mo had used his good relationship with the staff to ask about some of Tong Shu's basic information.

The show's colleagues told him that Tong Shu was a country boy whose parents had passed away early; he was raised by his grandmother, and later became a minor internet celebrity after accidentally going viral on short-video platforms.

But because he didn't have a company, it was difficult to monetize his traffic, he couldn't land advertisements or other revenue, and he hadn't made much money.

The two performance outfits for his debut stage were both made by his grandmother, who had found a fashion magazine from somewhere and called over a few old sisters from the village to make them for him by following the magazine.

A few old women in their seventies, stitch by stitch.

"I can't afford to borrow these clothes," Luo Mo had whispered at the time, "It's a good thing I didn't agree when he wanted to borrow my clothes."

At this very moment, listening to Tong Shu's words, he probably understood it all.

The other party was still a boy who had just turned 18, and he must have been deliberately changing his singing style for quite some time.

A teenage boy, being called effeminate—how could he possibly stand that?

Under his deliberate efforts, his singing style was leaning towards the feminine; if he truly let himself go, it would be truly indistinguishable whether he was male or female.

Just listening to the voice, it would be absolutely impossible to tell if the person singing was a man or a woman.

This reminded Luo Mo of someone.

And the reason he was able to discern Tong Shu's disguise was also because he always felt that Tong Shu's singing voice was very similar to that Singer from Earth, but Tong Shu was suppressing it more and was less able to let go.

"Sing a segment for me when we get back later." Luo Mo finished his meal like a whirlwind.

Then, he pushed his food tray in front of Tong Shu, waiting for his underling's service like a boss.

Tong Shu hurriedly sped up his eating, saying indistinctly, "I, I'll be done eating soon. Once I'm done, I'll go wash them."

A cheerful smile appeared on Luo Mo's face, thinking this kid was really damn fun.

"Hey, be more diligent in the future, that way I'll take extra care of you, understand?" Luo Mo said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Tong Shu nodded hurriedly, like a pestle pounding garlic, having been completely trained into Luo Mo's shape.

After the meal, many trainees couldn't help but watch from afar as Tong Shu washed two sets of tableware by the sink, while Luo Mo stood to the side with two straws in his mouth, enjoying two bottles of yogurt all by himself.

"How can this person be like this!" Someone couldn't help but mutter.

But Tong Shu, the person involved, didn't have the slightest resistance; when Luo Mo dashingly threw the two empty yogurt bottles into the trash can and turned to leave, he even immediately trotted to keep up.

Like a shadow.

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………

On the other side, the Superstar Xu Chujing, wearing casual clothes, walked into a room.

Sitting inside the room was an intellectual woman wearing Gold-rimmed Glasses, a white shirt, and a skirt suit.

This woman was the Psychologist that Xu Chujing had arranged to meet today.

(End of this chapter)