That gorgeous baritone was truly stunning. By the time Cheng Yu finished his part, Qing Chen, who was supposed to take over for the chorus, had actually forgotten to come in.
Zhang Minghe took off his headphones in stunned disbelief and stared blankly at Cheng Yu. Cheng Yu still wore that dead-fish expression of utter disinterest and shot Qing Chen an impassive glare. "What are you spacing out for?"
"Sorry." Qing Chen instinctively bowed in apology.
Zhang Minghe excitedly grabbed Zhu Jianxin. "Where did you dig up such a treasure?" No wonder he was so arrogant—he had every right to be!
Zhu Jianxin stared at Cheng Yu in a daze as well. He could not help asking, "Didn't you say you couldn't sing?"
At the end of his patience, Cheng Yu rolled his eyes. "I only said I didn't like singing. I never said I couldn't."
Those were two completely different things, okay?
Zhu Jianxin was left speechless by the retort. He could only chuckle foolishly and rub his nose, sensing that this time, he might really be able to launch a top-tier boy band.
"Have you had professional training before?" Zhang Minghe had noticed that Cheng Yu's tone and pitch were both excellent, and he had great technique when pronouncing his words. That gorgeous, low crooning style was somewhat reminiscent of European opera singing. Yet it was not too obvious. Blended into pop music, it added a uniquely exotic flavor.
Cheng Yu's gaze flickered slightly. He could not help recalling the miserable days when he had studied at BJOP, when Cici Caroline had forced him to appreciate operas and accompany her into an aristocratic choir.
"No!" Cheng Yu replied with a straight face. He had promised Cheng Shao that he would never reveal the fact that he dreamed. In