Simulation of Destruction, Why Is It Always Me Becoming the Arbiter

He opened his mouth with a smile, his bright and cheerful voice filling the venue, an aura that didn't quite fit the classical style washing over the audience.

The audience was taken aback, a little unaccustomed to it.

After all, they were all old fans of Sleepless Chang'an, used to its previous classical flavor, and hadn't quite adjusted to the trendy vibe.

But Ye Chang'an paid no mind to their silence, continuing to chat and tease, like a boy next door meeting friends and striking up a familiar conversation.

The sunny and cheerful atmosphere grew stronger, and the audience, infected by it, all smiled and responded.

Classical music was indeed suited for quiet appreciation, but no one had ever decreed that one must remain silent before listening to classical music.

Not everyone had a heart that could settle down to appreciate classical music; what truly made them settle was the charm they felt while listening to it.

They were all old fans, accustomed to calming their hearts before a Sleepless Chang'an concert began.

But Ye Chang'an's familiar greeting had stirred their hearts once more.

Seeing that the atmosphere had warmed up considerably, Ye Chang'an smiled and changed the subject, dropping a bombshell.

"I have some very unfortunate news to share with everyone here.

My wife, Eden, isn't feeling well with her throat today and can't sing."

"Ah? No way..." The audience groaned, but it was just to play along with Ye Chang'an's performance.

Because they had guessed what Ye Chang'an was going to say next.

"But don't worry, if she can't sing, I can. I'm her husband, and I have to hold down the fort for her.

So, today, I'll be presenting a few songs for you all.

Are you willing to give me this chance?"

"Yes!" they shouted in unison. The audience, who had come for classical music, no longer cared about whether it was classical or not.

What did it matter if they couldn't hear Eden sing? Sleepless Chang'an wasn't just about Eden.

Chang'an could also bring them music, and they had even heard Chang'an himself say he would sing.

They had never heard Chang'an sing before, but they were still looking forward to it.

"Alright, then Chang'an will humbly present his performance today.

Music, begin~"

Ye Chang'an snapped his fingers, and the entire venue plunged into darkness.

Upbeat background music began to play, its rhythm clashing with the classical theme but perfectly suiting the current atmosphere.

The audience didn't feel it was abrupt; they only felt their hearts uncontrollably pulsing with the beat.

When Ye Chang'an opened his mouth to sing, their eyes lit up.

His full voice resonated close to their ears, and intense emotions surged into their hearts.

It was as if a lid suppressing all their inner dissatisfaction had been lifted, releasing all the accumulated unhappiness, leaving only a sense of ease and brightness.

This wasn't classical music, nor was it something classical music excelled at.

If one were to use a suitable word to describe it, it would be pop music, or popular music.

Pop music was popular precisely because the masses liked it and needed it.

In this fast-paced era, people needed pop music, pop music with accessible content and lively forms, to vent the pressures of life.

Singing was a great way to vent, but classical music was too difficult; for the general public to sing it was simply adding pressure to themselves.

They needed short, structured pop songs that didn't take up too much time. The accessible content also meant they didn't need to use much brainpower, easily memorizing the lyrics.

The lively lyrics and music allowed them to sing and dance along, while the sincere emotional content allowed them to express themselves freely.

So what if someone mocked them, saying, "Others sing for money, you sing for your life"? They weren't singers, they wouldn't ask for money, nor would they sing for their lives.

After all, they were singing for themselves.

A song that one can sing for oneself is truly popular music and can become the most popular music of this era.

"Chang'an, Chang'an, Chang'an~"

After the song ended, the ignited audience shouted Chang'an's name in unison, their excited faces adorned with equally fervent eyes.

With just this one song, they had fallen in love with Ye Chang'an's singing.

If it weren't an original song, they would have definitely sung along.

No, they would memorize the lyrics tonight and go sing them.

"Woo~" Ye Chang'an let out a satisfied sigh, looking at the audience who, lacking glow sticks, were waving their phones, and smiled as brilliantly as the morning sun.

This was the music style he loved: pop music that could drive the masses wild.

After all, he was just an ordinary person among the crowd in the beginning, his childhood a world apart from Eden's, who was born into a musical family.

He preferred the common folk songs to the refined classical pieces.

"Friends, let me reintroduce myself."

"My name is Chang'an."

"Singer, Chang'an."

He held the microphone with his arms spread wide before placing a hand on his chest in a gesture of thanks, receiving the audience's most enthusiastic cheers.

"Ooh ooh ooh~ Chang'an! Chang'an!"

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Chapter of Creation: Heading to a New World : 27. Sleepless Chang'an

"Wow~ Honey, you were amazing."

Eden, who was providing accompaniment from the shadows, cheered excitedly. Even she, who loved classical music and preferred quietude, was moved by Ye Chang'an's pop music.

This was normal; excellent music naturally moved people.

It wasn't that they felt it was excellent because they liked it, but rather they liked it because it was excellent.

As someone who loved music, Eden actually enjoyed many genres, though she particularly favored classical.

Having grown up immersed in music from a musical family, she was surrounded by musical treasures passed down from previous eras.

These were the accumulations of history, containing the beauty of profound intent.

However, with the advancement of technology and the times, these things had become outdated, and the musical family struggled to keep up.

In the past, travel was slow, and a lifetime was only enough for one person.

Now, with planes and high-speed trains, people rushed by, becoming mere passersby.

Technology was progressing, and the times were changing.

The music of the past could no longer meet the growing spiritual needs of the people. Continuing to adhere to classical music was not a wise choice.

Therefore, most of Eden's relatives had abandoned classical music.

They either chose to follow trends and sing pop, or they gave up music altogether to pursue other arts.

As a child, Eden didn't understand these things; she only knew that music sounded good.

She liked listening to music, then she liked playing music, and finally, when she saw Ye Chang'an playing the piano in kindergarten, she fell in love with playing music for others.

She used to be very shy and never dared to perform in front of strangers. It was only because the music made her fingers itch with desire that she mustered the courage to play a duet with Ye Chang'an that day.

After that, she fell in love with that feeling and gradually fell in love with Ye Chang'an.

To cater to Ye Chang'an's preferences, she gave up her path to becoming a singer.

It was also because of Ye Chang'an's companionship that she returned to the stage as a singer.

From overnight fame to worldwide recognition, she had transformed from a fledgling bird into a powerful eagle, yet she never forgot the small figure who first brought her onto the stage.

Every time she saw comments online about their concerts, she felt a strange discomfort.

"Eden is so beautiful," "Eden looks so good," "Eden sings so well," "Eden's voice is stunning," "Chang'an is so handsome," "Eden is amazing."

Most of the comments were excessive praise for her, with very few complimenting Ye Chang'an.

Even when they did, it was only related to his looks.

This was normal; after all, she was the singer in front, and Ye Chang'an was the accompanist behind.

Standing in the spotlight, she was naturally dazzling, but people often overlooked the deeper darkness behind the brilliance.

Ye Chang'an possessed a talent that could astound the world, yet he had always kept it hidden for various reasons.

Eden didn't quite understand, even after their childhood sweethearts relationship blossomed into love, she hadn't fully grasped it.

After that trip was interrupted, she understood it somewhat.

It was because Ye Chang'an had changed, becoming more proactive.

Since then, Eden had wondered if the current Ye Chang'an would be willing to reveal his talent.

After the album's successful release, she tried it, and it worked.

Thus, she saw the tall figure now shining in the spotlight, just like the small figure engrossed in music in kindergarten back then.

As Ye Chang'an's first fan, Eden's eyes welled up with tears.

They were tears of joy, happiness for Ye Chang'an.

He was finally willing to sing for himself in this world.

"Honey, I love you~" Eden shouted loudly amidst the roar of the crowd.

Her voice was swallowed by the tidal wave of noise, not even causing a ripple.

Even as the superstar Eden, it was the same.

Now, she was just a fan of Ye Chang'an.

But Ye Chang'an seemed to have heard her voice, turning to glance in her direction, a smile unchanged from his youth gracing his face.

"Wife, I love you too."

His response echoed through the microphone to the entire venue, and the audience grew even more excited.

If it weren't for the concern about Eden's voice, they would have definitely shouted in unison for the couple to sing together.

However, they all knew perfectly well that Eden's voice was fine, but they still wouldn't say something so out of place.

Tonight's stage belongs to Chang'an!

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It exploded. The online world completely exploded.

Ever since the concert ended, the internet had been abuzz with topics about Ye Chang'an.

A series of headlines like "Who is he? He is Chang'an!" "He is a great composer, and an even greater singer." "Do you even understand what Sleepless Chang'an is~" were thrown into the online sphere, spreading the inside story of the concert from various angles through text, audio, and video.

Let those stupid haters who had previously cursed see why Sleepless Chang'an's concert charged money.

The price of a single ticket allowed you to experience such a wonderful enjoyment; how dare you complain now?

No one dared to complain anymore, because the trolls had their mouths shut by the popular music from the concert.

A full 120-minute concert, with no repeated songs, and all original tracks.

He had been silent for three months, and it turned out he was creating music. How could you criticize that?

You can't criticize it, man.

Furthermore, regarding the ticket prices, charging for concert tickets is common sense for celebrity concerts.

You don't complain when first, second, or third-tier singers charge for their concerts, but you target a superstar duo's concert ticket prices?

You can't criticize it, you really can't.

All the trolls on the internet were disarmed, and they even raised their hands in surrender to Ye Chang'an's music.