Chapter 126: Lending Lin Yin a Helping Hand

On the car heading to the airport.

“Xiaoyu, did you compose that piano piece you just played? What’s it called?” After the car sped up on the highway, Yang Feifei, sitting beside Su Tong, gently nudged his arm and asked.

The melody was ethereal. Yang Feifei had only caught a few bars before Su Tong pulled her into the car and had Xiao Jie drive off.

“‘Castle in the Sky,’” Su Tong replied. Having just parted ways, his mood wasn’t particularly high, which gave the car a somewhat heavy atmosphere. Noticing this, he laughed heartily and said, “I have so many images and stories in my mind. Once I make enough money, I want to create several animated films for Xiaoyu and Xiaoxiao. Films that adults can enjoy too. ‘Castle in the Sky’ is a song I wrote for one of those animations, and I plan for Xiaoyu to sing it.”

Yang Feifei was taken aback, a mix of envy and disbelief washing over her.

Envy because Su Tong was incredibly devoted to his sisters; everything he did first considered them.

Disbelief because Su Tong already knew how to sing and compose, and on top of that, he could even write poetry.

Making films? Animated films? It sounded wildly ambitious.

The most crucial aspect of animated movies lies in post-production and rendering, which require a strong technical team.

Hollywood’s dominance in sci-fi and fantasy films comes from their advanced special effects teams.

In contrast, the low-budget fantasy films from the Qin Dynasty era have been widely criticized by fans for their poor visual effects—so obviously fake that it detracts from the experience.

But thinking it over, Yang Feifei figured Su Tong’s talk of making animated films was probably just investment and perhaps some scriptwriting involvement at most. She said, “There are very few domestic animated works, and they often feel stiff and lack soul. The industry sees animation as a money pit that’s not worth the effort… but it’s too early to talk about this now. You’ll understand someday.”

Su Tong didn’t mind. Technology was the easiest thing for him—with the system in place, he had already arranged with the little demon to handle computer tech from now on.

“Yinyin, when it comes to singing, besides daily vocal exercises to hone your voice, you also need external training, like more physical exercise to strengthen your breath support…” Su Tong began imparting vocal knowledge to Lin Yin again.

This was where Lin Yin’s admiration for Su Tong deepened. He seemed to know everything. Anyone unfamiliar with him would surely assume he was a top graduate from a music conservatory.

“Su Tong, where did you learn all this?” Yang Feifei asked curiously.

“Self-taught,” Su Tong said without a hint of modesty.

Then he turned back to Lin Yin: “Yinyin, I’ll help open up your throat these next few days. Your five tones are perfect, but your vocal cords have some slight imperfections. I’ll help smooth them out.”

The human voice-producing organs consist of the larynx and vocal cords.

The larynx is made of cartilage, connected below to the trachea and above to the pharynx.

The vocal cords, two elastic membranes, are located in the middle of the larynx, fixed at both ends to the cartilage. The space between them is called the glottis. Muscle contractions move the cartilage, which in turn moves the vocal cords, relaxing or tightening them and opening or closing the glottis. When air from the lungs passes through the glottis, it causes the vocal cords to vibrate, producing sound. The pitch varies depending on the tension of the vocal cords.

Daily vocal exercises for singers train the voice from within, but external training methods can also achieve certain effects—if done correctly.

Su Tong had learned these external stimulation techniques from a divine-level system teacher. Without the system’s instantaneous talent boost, he could still develop various vocal styles through long-term practice.

“Can the voice really be ‘smoothed’ like that?” Both Lin Yin and Yang Feifei were wide-eyed with astonishment.

Su Tong replied nonchalantly, “Why not? Some singers have even had throat surgery. Although the voice is innate—like rice grown naturally in the fields—have you ever seen genetically modified rice? That’s cultivated afterward by humans. And there’s also artificial pork and lamb… I can’t completely change your vocal timbre, Yinyin, but a little refinement is no problem.”

Such seemingly miraculous claims sent a chill down the spines of both women.

“Isn’t that risky?” Yang Feifei worried.

Su Tong touched his own throat. “I can produce over twenty different sounds. Do I seem like someone with a problem?”

Lin Yin immediately became intrigued. “Xiaotong, will you teach me how to do voice modulation?”

Su Tong grinned triumphantly. “That requires talent, and your talent isn’t in that area.” He instinctively glanced at Lin Yin’s bust.

Yang Feifei noticed and gave him a sharp kick. “Where are you looking?”

Lin Yin’s figure had developed impressively since middle school, which had always made her shy and self-conscious. But now, she was proud—if not for her face, she would definitely be more popular than Yang Feifei.

“Feifei, don’t interrupt. Xiaotong, how exactly will you help me adjust my voice?” Lin Yin was getting anxious. She was flying to Magic City the day after tomorrow to participate in the blind auditions for “The Voice of Qin.”

Though she was a pre-selected contestant and didn’t worry about the judges turning their chairs away, poor performance would still invite online criticism.

Su Tong stretched out a hand, making a throat-locking gesture. “I’ll do some throat locking.”

Lin Yin jumped. That looked scary. From Yang Feifei, she’d heard that Su Tong had taken down assailants on a high-speed train.

Just over a month ago, on the 35th train, four attackers had been subdued. One was killed on the spot—dead before reaching the hospital. That was Su Tong’s doing.

The other three were gravely injured and still in custody, not yet prosecuted or tried.

But the one who died, though killed by Su Tong, was considered a loss for the state.

“Haha, don’t worry,” Su Tong chuckled. “I’ll be gentle. It’ll feel very comfortable.”

Yang Feifei rolled her eyes. His gaze was clear but his words sounded downright mischievous.

Well, Yang Feifei felt a little shy, realizing good and evil lie within a single thought. The world itself isn’t purely good or evil—it all comes from the heart. Maybe she was just reading too much into it.

Sister Yaya once told her that Su Tong’s soul was pure, just like his natural voice—describing it as pure and flawless wasn’t an exaggeration.

Su Tong spoke as he sat down next to Lin Yin in the back, his fingers lightly pinching the area around her throat.

“Everyone’s vocal timbre is unique. Even the best impersonations have flaws. I’ll help you modify yours just a little…” Without looking at Lin Yin, he felt around the area, kneading and pressing with a skillful touch.

The sensation was quite pleasant—to no one’s surprise, given she was a stunning beauty.

After starting, Su Tong regretted it a bit. On the car, he was usually too lazy to be so attentive—it was mainly to distract himself.

Damn it, the car jolted and shook, his yang energy surged, and little Su Tong entered combat mode.

Once in combat mode, it was agonizing.

That thing inside him, once unleashed, wouldn’t stop fighting even at the risk of breaking his pants.