Entertainment: After singing her CEO best friend to tears, she repaid him with her body.

Chapter 12 Sister, what kind of bewitching potion have you been given?

Su Yiyi raised her head, her eyes serious: "The live performance of this song may require some visual coordination. Not complex stage effects, but... some simple lighting changes, or images on the background screen."

She became more and more excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling: "For example, we could show some iconic landmarks from around the world—the Great Wall, Sayram Lake..."

She paused, a little embarrassed, and asked, "Am I overthinking it?"

"No, this is a great idea!" Wang Bo was impressed by the suggestion. "Professor Su, you're also very knowledgeable about stage performance?"

Su Yiyi blushed slightly, looking down as she fiddled with her pen, like a shy child after being praised: "I participated in the production of some musicals in college and was in charge of stage visual design a few times, so I have a little understanding of these things. If you need, I can help design simple stage plans and draw some storyboard sketches."

"I really needed it!" Wang Bo said sincerely. "Teacher Su, you've helped me a lot."

"Don't call me Teacher Su anymore," Su Yiyi smiled, a smile as clear as the sky after rain. "Just call me Yiyi. We're...good friends now?"

When she said "good friend," her tone was somewhat uncertain, as if it were the first time she had used the word to describe a relationship.

"Good friend!" Wang Bo nodded and extended his hand.

Su Yiyi looked at his hand, hesitated for a second, then reached out her own hand and gently grasped it.

Her hands were slightly cool and soft, but firm when she shook hands.

"Well... Yiyi, I have a few more questions about singing this song..."

For the rest of the time, the two were completely immersed in the music, forgetting about time and the outside world.

Su Yiyi explained to Wang Bo how to maintain the power of his voice without losing emotion in the high notes. When she explained, she would stand up to demonstrate, and her dark blue dress would sway with her movements like waves in the deep sea.

Wang Bo humbly accepted the guidance, while also appropriately showcasing some of his own insights and raising some insightful questions, which surprised Su Yiyi repeatedly, making her eyes light up time and time again.

"Here, I think we could add a bit of a husky tone," Wang Bo pointed to the sheet music, which Su Yiyi had already marked with many notes in red pen. "Like this—"

He sang a line a cappella, his voice carrying just the right amount of huskiness, like the texture honed by time, adding a touch of vicissitude and a sense of story.

Su Yiyi's eyes lit up, and she almost clapped her hands: "Yes, that's it! Wang Bo, your control over your voice is absolutely perfect! Too much hoarseness and it sounds artificial; too little and it lacks flavor. You've got it just right!"

Before I knew it, it was already dark outside the window.

There were no windows in the recording studio, but the clock on the equipment showed that it was already 7:10 p.m.

When Su Yiyi's phone rang, the two were pulled back to reality from their world of music.

"It's Xiaoxiao." Su Yiyi glanced at the caller ID, a little apologetic, and answered the phone: "Huh? Um, I'm at the recording studio at Yuji Entertainment... discussing music with Wang Bo... Okay, okay, I'll be right back, I'm on my way... Okay, twenty minutes."

After hanging up the phone, she smiled, a smile filled with an older sister's doting affection for her younger sister: "Xiaoxiao is urging me to go home for dinner; she always complains that I forget the time when I'm working... Today..."

She looked at Wang Bo with warm eyes: "I've really learned a lot. Thank you, Wang Bo."

"I should be thanking you." Wang Bo's eyes were sincere as he watched her pack her things—she carefully put the pen back into its cap, closed the leather notebook, and carefully placed the notebook back in her canvas bag. Then she straightened the collar of her knitted cardigan with elegant and composed movements. "Yiyi, thank you for your guidance today, and thank you for... understanding this song."

Su Yiyi paused, looked up, her eyes clear under the light: "It's not that I understand this song, it's that this song understands all of us. Wang Bo, there are still eleven or twelve days until the provincial university's centennial celebration. If you need any help during this time, feel free to contact me anytime. Vocal coaching, stage design, or even just needing an audience... I'll be there for you."

"Definitely." Wang Bo escorted her to the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and in the final gap, Su Yiyi smiled and waved to him before her dark blue dress disappeared behind the doors.

Wang Bo returned to the recording studio, looked at the project file of the school anniversary song on the screen, and saw the notes marked by Su Yiyi in red pen. A smile appeared on his lips.

Su Yiyi's purity and professionalism reminded him of some musicians in that world—not for fame or fortune, not for popularity, but only for their love and devotion to music itself.

Such people are as rare as animals in the fickle, money-driven entertainment industry.

Just then, his phone vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Zhou Yuji: "Yiyi went to the recording studio today? How was it? Did it scare you? That girl is very serious when she teaches students. When Xiaoxiao was little, she made her practice the piano, and she cried her eyes out."

Wang Bo replied with a smile, "Yiyi taught very well, I learned a lot."

A few seconds later, Zhou Yuji replied, "That's good. By the way, I've contacted the musicians and choir, and they can come to record the day after tomorrow afternoon. You don't need to worry about the cost; consider it a parting gift from me."

Then another message followed: "Get ready, I've booked a good spot for the provincial celebration. If the performance is a disaster, I'll send you a postcard from the first stop with the words 'Wang Bo messed up, but I had a lot of fun' followed by a big smiley face."

Wang Bo laughed and replied, "You won't have that chance."

He put down his phone, put his headphones back on, and continued to refine the arrangement of the school anniversary song.

In his mind, besides the music, there was also Su Yiyi's profile when she was teaching seriously, the look in her eyes when she said "This song understands all of us" with red eyes, and her clean appearance as if she were standing outside the door after the rain.

On the way home, Su Yiyi looked at the flowing night view outside the window, the melody of the school anniversary song echoing in her mind over and over again.

She took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to her younger sister, Su Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, I want to invest in Wang Bo."

A few seconds later, Su Xiaoxiao replied: "Sis, what kind of spell have you been cast on? You want to invest after only meeting twice? This isn't like you."

Su Yiyi's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen: "It's not a love potion, it's music. He played me a song today, and after listening to it, I felt that if I didn't help him, I would regret it for the rest of my life."

This time, Su Xiaoxiao took a while to reply, clearly thinking it over seriously: "No matter what, we have to wait until after the provincial university's centennial celebration. Regardless of his performance, I'll give him some exposure on multiple platforms and see the results, to see if he has any commercial value."

"Okay." Su Yiyi put down her phone and looked out the window.

The city's neon lights were reflected in her clear eyes as colorful specks of light.