Chapter 274 - New Identity Prisoner Two

Ye Fan drove away from Dingsheng International Hotel toward Shen Yan’s temporary studio.

However, along the way, he took a detour to buy an unremarkable street white mask that exposed the mouth.

When he reached the building of Shen Yan’s temporary studio, Ye Fan called Shen Yan.

Maybe expecting Ye Fan’s call, Shen Yan immediately answered as soon as he dialed.

“Ye Fan, have you arrived?” Shen Yan’s voice came through the phone, still with a hint of laughter.

Ye Fan replied, “I’m already downstairs at your temporary studio.

However, I need a favor from you.”

“Hehe, you didn’t forget which floor it’s on and need me to come down and get you, did you?” Shen Yan laughed.

Ye Fan said, “Not quite.

I’m planning to enter your temporary studio wearing a face covering.

I’m worried it might lead to unnecessary misunderstandings, so I’d like to ask you to meet me at the elevator entrance of your studio.”

“Wearing a mask even for rehearsal?” Shen Yan couldn’t help but express her amazement.

“That’s right.” Ye Fan confirmed, “Please forgive my whims.”

The reason he would wear a mask even in Shen Yan’s temporary studio was his sudden concern he might become a special singing guest in Shen Yan’s concert, and the staff there, out of curiosity, might take photos of him with their phones.

Should any of those photos leak after the concert, the consequences would be serious.

“Okay, no problem,” Shen Yan readily agreed.

After hanging up, Ye Fan put on the mask and took the elevator upstairs.

Upon reaching the fifth floor where Shen Yan’s temporary studio was located, he walked out of the elevator, and Shen Yan’s strikingly beautiful face and tall, elegant figure immediately caught his eye.

“You’re Ye Fan?” Shen Yan looked at Ye Fan with a sense of surprise.

Ye Fan smiled and said, “Did I scare you?”

“Hehe, not at all.

It feels a bit weird, actually kind of fun,” Shen Yan responded with a pursed-lip smile.

Ye Fan laughed and then said, “When in front of the others, don’t call me by my real name.

Just call me ‘Prisoner Two.'”

“‘Prisoner Two’?

Why such a name?

Why do you need to be so secretive?” Suddenly Shen Yan became a whirlwind of curiosity.

Ye Fan replied with a light smile, “The name was just randomly chosen.

Keeping secrets, of course, is so as not to let people know me.

If you use my real name, and someone searches through your friends, wouldn’t my identity still be revealed?

So later, please be mindful not to call out my real name.”

“Alright,” Shen Yan replied, her curiosity about Ye Fan growing even stronger.

Her perceptiveness told her Ye Fan’s actions weren’t simply due to not wanting fame; it was practically to conceal his identity.

He then followed Shen Yan into her temporary studio.

As Ye Fan appeared, everyone in the studio stopped and curiously stared at the mysterious person in a mask standing beside Shen Yan.

Seeing everyone stop and turn to look their way, Shen Yan decided to introduce him directly to everyone, “Let me introduce a friend, Mr.

Prisoner Two.”

“Prisoner Two?

What a strange name,” the people murmured among themselves.

Ignoring their whispering, Shen Yan continued loudly, “Prisoner Two will sing ‘Too Deep’ with me.

Also, he’ll perform a solo of ‘Only Love’ as my concert guest.”

Hearing that the mysterious, masked man, Prisoner Two, was actually Shen Yan’s guest singer, everyone was taken aback and grew even more curious about “Prisoner Two.”

Especially the arrangers and the band were surprised.

“Only Love”, this entirely new song, although they did not sing it, their years in the music career had already taught them that “Only Love” was a high-quality song that could potentially make a singer famous.

And to find out that this song belonged to the mysterious “Prisoner Two” left them astonished.

“Who could this be?” they wondered collectively.

Regardless of the guesses circulating among the attendees, Ye Fan had already followed Shen Yan into the studio lobby.

They passed by the staff and entered Shen Yan’s private lounge.

After closing the door, Shen Yan handed the arrangement of “Only Love” to Ye Fan and asked, “Can you understand the arrangement?”

“I should be able to,” Ye Fan nodded.

“That’s good.

First, take a look at the arrangement of ‘Only Love’, then listen to the band’s recorded performance once, and remember the entry point.

I have already sung the song’s characteristics to the arranger, so I believe the arrangement matches your singing rhythm,” Shen Yan said.

Ye Fan nodded.

After a few minutes, Ye Fan walked out of Shen Yan’s private lounge with her.

The people in the studio couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at Ye Fan again.

Upon reaching the studio’s makeshift stage, Shen Yan handed a microphone to Ye Fan and whispered, “Just sing it your way, let the band adapt to you.”

“Got it,” Ye Fan nodded.

Shen Yan then turned to face the band and said, “Everyone’s familiar with the arrangement of ‘Only Love’, right?

Let’s practice with Prisoner Two now.”

The band members nodded, took their positions, while Shen Yan stepped down from the makeshift stage and addressed the arranger, “Xiaotian, listen carefully and make any necessary adjustments to match Prisoner Two’s singing characteristics.”

The soul of a song lies with the singer; the arrangement and the band are just support.

“OK,” the arranger Zhou Xiaotian responded, “no problem.”

Zhou Xiaotian was one of the top arrangers in the country.

After hearing Ye Fan sing, he could make changes on the spot effortlessly.

Then, Ye Fan slightly turned towards the band to his left below the makeshift stage and nodded, signaling them to start.

As the music began, Ye Fan held the microphone, tuning into the prelude to cultivate the song’s intended mood.

It was undeniable, Zhou Xiaotian, as one of the country’s top arrangers, crafted the arrangement of “Only Love” exceptionally well.

It not only matched the song itself but also complemented Ye Fan’s singing style, adding much depth to the song “Only Love”.

Under the prelude, Ye Fan quickly cultivated the intended emotional state of the song.

“Who stands atop the mountain, sword in hand, merging with heaven and earth?

Who shares a pillow with a beauty, drunken with the sunset for ten thousand years?

I tread over endless bones, journeying far,

Just to see your face clearly…”

As Ye Fan began singing, everyone in the venue, apart from the band members playing their instruments, was visibly moved, quickly becoming immersed in the atmosphere of “Only Love”.

Even Shen Yan, who had heard Ye Fan’s a cappella before, found her beautiful eyes gradually moistening, mesmerized as she watched Ye Fan, whose face mask added layers of mystique.

When Ye Fan finished singing “Only Love” and glanced at the audience, he noticed everyone was still immersed in the song, with women in tears and men tilting their heads back, eyes moist.

After a moment, a wave of enthusiastic applause erupted.

Ye Fan bowed to the audience in gratitude, then stepped down from the makeshift stage and approached Shen Yan, smiling, “How did it feel?”

Shen Yan leaned back slightly, her beautiful face lifting, eyes intensely fixed on Ye Fan’s bright, deep-sea-like eyes.

After a couple of seconds, she said, “Ye…

Prisoner Two, I’ve almost become your fan!”