novellhall 22. Virtual singer training in progress
22. Virtual singer training in progress
The room is small and simple, belonging to a young girl. There is no pink color scheme, no plush toys covering the bed, and not even some cute stickers.
In front of the balcony, a cute young girl is being posed by a photographer, striking various poses.
Before the photoshoot began, the photographer had the girl fold her skirt inwards from the waist until her thighs were exposed.
Even more outrageous, their hair had to be tied into pigtails!
The frivolous photographer kept uttering strange remarks.
"You're so cute, Yuuko~"
"Yes, keep your hair in this position, then loosen it—youthful, cute, an absolute beauty, hmm!"
"One hand on hip, the other pointing forward, then giving me a disgusted look, and maybe even hurling a few insults! Ah, that's a huge help!"
that's it.
It wasn't until Genji Aoyama had vented his photographic desires on Yuko Asahi that he returned to normal.
"Seriously, you're not planning to do something weird with my photo, are you?"
Yuko Asahi looked at Genji Aoyama with the eyes of someone looking at a pervert.
"You don't understand."
As Genji Aoyama looked through the photos he had just taken on his phone, he said:
"Some people just have this kind of fetish; they like being looked at with disdain by pretty girls. Of course, I'm not that kind of person."
He felt he should explain this properly.
Genji Aoyama's photography skills are decent, and Yuko Asahi, as a model, is even more remarkable.
Overall, the photos turned out very well.
"So, what exactly is the purpose of taking these photos?" Asahi Yuko walked up to Aoyama Genji, her eyes still filled with suspicion.
Genji Aoyama didn't rush to explain.
Instead, he opened the AI software, picked out what he thought was the best photo, added his own requirements, and fed it to the AI.
Before long, he received a series of pictures.
The results were even better than expected.
"Please look."
Yuko Asahi's gaze followed his long, slender fingers.
The picture shows an anime-style girl—with a delicate and cute face, her bright green twin tails fluttering in the air, her figure slender yet full of youthful energy.
Apart from her hair, her other physical features are almost identical to hers.
"Basically, your image will be used as a template as the prototype for Hatsune Miku Yuuko's virtual avatar."
After explaining, Genji Aoyama looked at Yuko Asahi and asked, "Are you sure it's free? After all, we're using your image."
"No," Asahi Yuko shook her head, "And what is Hatsune Yuko?"
"Stage name, this is the name I will use when I'm active on social media in the future."
Genji Aoyama snapped his fingers, but no sound came out: "In my project, Hatsune Yuuko's image will debut as the 'first sound,' so it's Hatsune. It's based on Yuuko's prototype, so it's called Hatsune Yuuko."
"Don't you think it sounds great?"
Yuko Asahi took a deep breath—
Well, it's surprisingly not bad?
"So-so. Oh, and remember to send me the photo and this," she said.
"Yes, yes."
Genji Aoyama smiled and said, "Then I'll go back to my room first."
He gave one last reminder before leaving.
"Remember to come over later."
Before coming over, he had already downloaded all the software and drivers he needed.
I'll go back and tweak it a bit more, and it should be fine.
"understood."
The door was gently closed, and Yuko Asahi watched Genji Aoyama leave before leaning against the wall as if all her strength had given out.
She gently brushed the hair behind her ear and touched her slightly warm ear.
I agreed without even realizing it.
……
Meanwhile, Genji Aoyama on the other side was once again amazed by the system's power.
The skill of being proficient in music theory is mainly reflected in the fundamental principles of music.
However, the extended content covers almost every area of the music field.
Of course, this doesn't mean that having it will make Genji Aoyama proficient in all musical instruments or that he will become a phenomenal singer upon his debut.
For example, he knows almost all Chinese characters and their pronunciations, and can type them fluently on the screen using an input method.
If you give him a piece of paper and ask him to write at the level of Wang Xizhi, that would be a great achievement.
He can't do that.
All Aoyama Genji needs to do now is type the text on the screen and then format it; that's all he needs to do.
As for the music, almost all the tunes from the music he had heard and the rhythm games he had played in his past life were in his head—
Genji Aoyama has a rather unique taste when it comes to music. He listens to a song on repeat until he gets a little tired of it, and then he puts it into a random loop playlist.
With his mastery of music theory, the music library in his mind is like a portrait in an 8K video, with every detail clearly visible.
So, let's start writing.
Slender fingers dance across the keyboard, and melodies unfold like words in the audio track.
"Knock knock—"
It wasn't until there was a knock on the door that Genji Aoyama snapped out of his writing and got up to open it.
Yuko Asahi glanced at the door that had just been closed after entering the room.
It's different from last time.
Upon entering the foyer, she could clearly feel that Genji Aoyama's already cramped room had become even more confined.
Apart from the small area where the bed is made, there is almost no space for people to stand.
"Good evening."
Genji Aoyama pointed to his newly bought chair: "Please take a seat, Your Highness."
After saying that, he picked up the microphone that was in the corner—a standard-quality one, just enough for now.
"Everything is ready, we are just waiting for Her Highness's arrival."
"Knight syndrome?" Asahi Yuko sat down in a chair and stared at Aoyama Genji with a strange look. "I heard that during junior high school, around the second year, some students would occasionally say some inexplicable nonsense, or even identify themselves or others with a certain identity."
"wrong."
Aoyama Genji shook his head.
Then she picked up the notebook from the table and handed it to Asahi Yuuko: "It's Your Highness, and I'm past the age of being a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) person."
The notebook was open, covered with densely written text.
The top line reads: Her Highness the World's Number One Princess.
Yuko Asahi rubbed her temples.
What a strange name.
And the content below...
It's so embarrassing that just one glance at it would make you feel ashamed.
"My work," said the man with the "prince syndrome."
"...It feels a bit nauseating."
Yuko Asahi looked at Genji Aoyama with disdain. "And the way you talk is really... weird?"
"First, you don't understand anime and manga."
Second, you can dislike it, but please don't slander it.
"Third, please look at the sixth line of the lyrics."
Third, you have to reply with three sentences for every one sentence I say.
Yuko Asahi looked away from her notebook and gazed at Genji Aoyama with even more disdain, as if she thought he was hopeless.
"I'm saying that the person who wrote these lyrics is really disgusting!"
The thought of my voice being molded into the shape of this song is unbearable.
Yuko Asahi felt her ears starting to heat up again.
The whole thing is just a cute girl acting cute towards the boy she likes.
Genji Aoyama touched his nose.
This song was once the most-watched song on Niconico in its previous life.
This woman's prejudice against him was too great—but because she was so adorable, Genji Aoyama could only forgive her.
Of course, it needs to be stated again that he doesn't like being looked at with disdain by pretty girls, nor does he like being scolded.
"This is just to put you in that situation for now, so it will be easier for you to read it out smoothly later."
"Hey, don't go!"
"Okay, I'm back to normal."
Genji Aoyama gave up. It seemed difficult to project his emotions onto the situation, but he had plenty of energy and methods.
With just a little training...
"I don't want to study!"
Asahi Yuko, back in her chair, felt that her tone sounded like she was being coquettish.