Chapter 130: Composing and Performing a Song Live on the Spot-God of Song in a Flourishing Age(The Lazy Book Devoured by Tigers)

Part One

The duet between the King and Queen of Pop lasted a full hour. Afterwards, they took the stage together to interact with the audience.

Viewers could send questions they wanted to ask the “King and Queen of Pop Concert” through a mobile platform, and the King and Queen would select certain questions to answer.

Of course, the questions were screened behind the scenes. The staff made the first selection, and then the King and Queen made the second. This was necessary—no one could predict the bizarre or outrageous topics that might be asked, so to avoid embarrassment, the staff had to vet everything in advance.

“All right, now we begin the first round of selections…”

The giant screen rolled the questions at the Queen’s command, while the band mimicked the sound of rolling dice. The attention to detail was simply exquisite, elegant, and grand.

Even the lottery segment was accompanied by thrilling, explosive music. This was no mere imitation of dice rolling—it was a dazzling display worthy of a gambling master’s eye.

Rustle, rustle, rustle…

Suddenly, everything stopped.

[When are the King and Queen planning to get married? Where will the wedding be held, and will the banquet be grand?]

Well, this question would have been explosive before the couple announced their engagement, but now it lacked impact.

“The date is July 11th, on the Qixi Festival. That’s all we know for now.”

The screen kept scrolling.

[How did Qian Shen and the King and Queen’s daughter meet? Is there a romantic love story behind it? I heard they were together before Qian Shen became famous…]

The room erupted into laughter. This question was completely off-track.

“This question should be saved for the next segment… Let’s draw another one.”

The Queen laughed, but the audience was not letting go.

“Queen reveal! Queen reveal!”

The chanting was nearly a chorus of thousands.

“Actually, I don’t know much either. I just know that Nizi suddenly brought home a golden son-in-law, and we were overjoyed to the point of speechlessness.”

The father-in-law took over, easing the Queen’s embarrassment. In truth, they really didn’t know. It seemed that the golden son-in-law had faced some setbacks early on, but those obstacles vanished before his undeniable talent.

Not only was he not suppressed, but he actually rose stronger because of it.

What followed was obvious, but their love remained simple and steady, never turbulent or dramatic.

“Qian Shen, come on stage and answer!”

The crowd began to cheer again. This concert was named the pinnacle not only because the King and Queen performed together, but also because of Qian Shen, Murong Xue, Hu Yanbin, Xu Zhiqian, and other promising newcomers.

The biggest draw was undoubtedly Ren Qian. Rumor had it his vocal skills were superb and his stage presence was commanding, which is why many were willing to pay two thousand yuan for a ticket—Ren Qian was essential.

The audience could hardly wait to see him.

“Don’t worry, Ren Qian will be on in the third segment.”

Only then did the crowd quiet down, eyes eagerly fixed on the rolling screen.

[What kind of children do the King and Queen like? What names would they want to give them?]

This was a good question, one that stirred the atmosphere.

“Twins, a boy and a girl, would be perfect.”

“Lin Ge, what names do you think would be suitable?”

The father-in-law stepped forward.

“How about this: we get the staff to bring a microphone down and ask the audience for their suggestions.”

Wow! Thunderous applause erupted. This proposal was thrilling. The fans were ecstatic—if they could come up with a good name and have it chosen by the King and Queen, that would be a lifetime bragging right.

The audience burst into excitement, standing and waving their hands, shouting,

“Look here! Great ideas here! Over here!”

It was nearly out of control.

“Hey, hey, everyone calm down! Don’t grab the staff. They’re doing their best sitting here. If it’s not your turn, please leave your suggestions on our Weibo platform. We’ll pay attention and pick feasible names. Those selected will receive exquisite gifts.”

The first audience member to get the microphone shouted, “Lin Qian!”

Laughter exploded—what a prank! The son-in-law was Ren Qian, the son Lin Qian—two Qians might clash. But on the other hand, “Qian” was a great name. It seemed to fit with any surname: Zhao Qian, Qian Qian, Sun Qian, Li Qian, Zhou Qian, Wu Qian, Zheng Qian, Wang Qian…

…

“All right, thank you all for your name suggestions. Fei Fei and I will consider them carefully. Now, let’s move on to the third segment.”

“Welcome our golden son-in-law, Ren Qian! And our girl, Wen Run, to perform a sweet love song, ‘Dimples.’”

Young viewers watching the live broadcast screamed. Qian Shen was finally on stage! How many times had they imagined Qian Shen belting out a song on the “I Am a Singer” stage, showcasing that charming voice he had even when speaking.

How many times had they listened to his studio recordings and sensed the magic of a live performance—

Okay, maybe that’s a bit exaggerated. Ren Qian always loved live shows, savoring the fleeting beauty of chance moments.

It was only natural for others to hear a difference from closed studio recordings.

This time, they were finally witnessing a genuine live broadcast—absolutely authentic.

The stage suddenly dimmed. Two shadowy figures approached as the prelude quietly began. Single hearts, whether in the audience or watching at home, felt a pang.

This concert was not meant for singles to watch. Watching hurt; not watching meant missing a grand audiovisual feast…

Sigh…

Just as the audience sighed, the singing began.

Ren Qian’s baritone instantly captivated everyone. The song was deep, tender, and sweet, instantly painting an image of a handsome, tall boyfriend in every girl’s heart.

“I’m still searching for someone to lean on… and a warm embrace,

Who will pray for me ~ worry for me?

Get angry for me, fuss over me?”

“A sign of happiness begins ~

Fate slowly draws us close ~

Loneliness is swallowed up ~

Boredom turns into conversation, change arrives ~”

Wen Run’s voice was truly beautiful. With some training, combined with her appearance and aura, she could easily become a highly sought-after star. But perhaps because of her personality, she did not wish to be a celebrity.

Still, with the father-in-law’s genes, the moment she opened her mouth, the entire venue was stunned. A sweet sensation blossomed in the hearts of all who heard.

Only Ren Qian could truly appreciate how wonderful Wen Run’s performance was. While singing, she would smile faintly. When she smiled, her dimples appeared, especially captivating. Wasn’t that how he had once sung “Dimples and a Faint Smile” to her?

Dimples… tsk tsk…

The two exchanged a glance like lovers deeply in love, holding hands and singing with passion. Everyone realized then that the ultimate couple’s anthem at karaoke would be this “Dimples” and the earlier “Because of Love.”

Ahhh, how can singles survive this?

Together they sang:

“Dimples, your long eyelashes are your most beautiful mark ~

I can’t sleep every night, thinking of your smile ~

You don’t know how important you are to me ~

With you, my life is perfectly complete ~”

…

As the simple melody continued, the audience sang along. Ren Qian and Wen Run directed their microphones toward the crowd, their harmonized voices drifting softly:

“Dimples, long lashes, irresistibly charming ~

I slow my pace, feeling like I’m drunk ~

Finally found, a heartfelt connection so wonderful ~

A lifetime of warmth ~

I’ll love you forever!”

Countless couples in front of their TVs were moved to ecstasy by the song.

“Look at how Ren Qian cherishes his wife. Now look at you—playing games and watching videos every day, not knowing what it means to cherish your beloved!”

The man being scolded glanced at his plump wife lying on the bed, posing coquettishly. He smiled bitterly in his heart. I want to take good care of you, but look at what you’ve done since marriage. You’re so fat now, I just see a lump of flesh. How can that inspire desire?

…

“Honey, can you stay here tonight instead of going back to the dorm? There’s still ‘I Am a Singer’ later, and it’s Ren Qian again.”

In a hotel, a handsome college student whispered sweet nothings to his girlfriend, attempting to seduce her. If successful, this would be a night worth thousands.

“Agui, is your family rich?”

His girlfriend smiled wryly, her tone serious. The message was clear: no money, no deal.

Of course, Agui had to prove his wealth immediately.

“Of course! My family’s very rich. We live in a ten-million-yuan villa and drive two-million-yuan cars…”

“Fine, then book another room! Right now, immediately!!”

Agui: “…”

But the goddess was no joke…

…

“What’s the next song? Another love duet, ‘Marshmallow’.”

Ren Qian finally understood why couples loved to show affection publicly—it simply felt good! Don’t like it? Come and fight me! Especially in front of millions, it was exhilarating to display love openly.

“Remembering the first time we met, sitting beside you ~

Who once said, too much happiness can be suffocating ~

Love has been planted in the heart, growing freely ~

The fairy-tale romance needs care ~

Want to wander with you, bask in the sunshine ~

To fulfill warm dreams ~

I love your stubbornness, your adorable ways ~

Like sunshine casting over sadness ~”

The chorus was sung entirely by Ren Qian, flowing seamlessly as if leading the audience through a beautiful love story from meeting to falling in love.

Warm and romantic.

“The golden son-in-law’s voice really has something. No wonder he won my niece’s heart.”

Fei Fei praised from below the stage. Though not the first time she heard Ren Qian sing, each time she felt his calm, steady youthful vigor.

True understated luxury.

“You are my marshmallow, my sweet dream ~

Holding hands, never letting go ~

Looking afar, counting joys and hopes ~

Spreading wings, we fly free ~”

Wen Run’s performance was pure and simple—no showy technique, just sweet, the sweetness of the happiest woman in the world.

Envy-inducing.

As “Marshmallow” ended, the audience was reluctant to stop, but such a song was insufficient to showcase vocal skill or Ren Qian’s live command, so the crowd began to clamour again.

“‘Story of the Stone’!”

“‘Misty Rain’!”

“‘Stairway to Heaven’!”

“‘Wukong’!”

“‘Long Time No See’!”

“Hey, I remember this segment. The staff didn’t tell me anything, just said there was a big highlight. Director Liu, come up, what’s next?”

Ren Qian shouted back.

Director Liu hurried up, took the microphone.

“Well, online votes were held for the concert’s activity segment. The highest voted request is… for you to compose and perform an original song live…”

Ren Qian: “…”

“That’s too difficult. I can’t do it. Next segment!”

Without hesitation, Ren Qian pushed Director Liu toward backstage.

“Ren Qian, no way. Let everyone see…”

The audience cheered loudly, shouting support.

Feeling cornered, Ren Qian relented. It seemed this was a trap set by the in-laws.

“Come on, take it easy.”

“Your fate is in your hands. This is the lottery device. Whatever it picks, you have to do. Good luck~”

Director Liu irresponsibly handed over a communication device then ran off.

“Wait, shouldn’t there be a plant to rig this?”

Ren Qian was speechless.

The lottery began.

1675.

“Nope!”

“Why not?” Ren Qian was frustrated.

“Plant!” The crowd responded in unison, their voices shaking the skies.

Ren Qian: “…”

5346.

“Nope!”

Ren Qian: “…”

They kept drawing until the seventeenth time before the audience agreed.

He made a call. The voice on the other end was excited.

“Qian Shen, I’m your loyal fan, but just a nobody, a bit-part actor enduring contempt on set. I don’t know when I’ll get my break.

But I’m willing to work ten times as hard for a future. I get to the studio early, work the most, keep learning… I always thought I’d have my moment of triumph. But after three years, I’m still unknown…

Qian Shen, can you write me an inspirational song? Like ‘Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies.’”

“A nobody… ah, we’re all nobodies. Too many inspirational songs can get boring… Let’s try a different approach…”

Ren Qian lowered his head, mumbling to himself. Yet his voice carried through the microphone to every listener.

P.S.: This chapter is a bit dreamy. Next, the story will pick up pace! Please give lots of recommendation votes. Recommendation votes! Recommendation votes! Saying it thrice. (To be continued.)