This star just wants to learn.

Lost.

This is what came to Gaya’s mind when she heard the children singing “Jasmine Flower”…

The lyrics of "Jasmine Flower" do not sound "high-end" enough, but he overlooked that the essence of art is expression.

If an adult were to sing this song, it would be difficult to express its charm and it might even seem a little petty.

But the children's chorus took the expression of the song to a higher level, which not only improved the listening experience, but also extended its artistry.

Jasmine is not only a symbol of truth, goodness and beauty, but also a symbol of elegance and tenacity. Nothing is more suitable for praising life than the tender voice of a child...

"Still can't do it?"

Gaya's heart finally settled down. Apart from disappointment and dejection, he actually felt a sense of inexplicable relief and relief at this moment.

"You are still far ahead in terms of playback volume, so you still have a chance..."

Charlie is the nominal captain, so it is impossible for him to say anything discouraging at this time, although he also understands that the current lead is only temporary.

"If you were the one choreographing "Jasmine Flower", how would you handle it?"

Gaya ignored his comfort and instead raised this hypothesis, asking what she would do if she were Pu Tong.

"If I were to create a piece of music like this, I would definitely do my best to write lyrics for it and strive to make the work perfect..."

Charlie nodded. Maybe he was similar. Good music goes with good lyrics, which is a common feature of many songwriters.

Of course, there is no perfect work of art in this world. What they need to do is to make their works as flawless as possible.

"We all want to improve our shortcomings or use our strengths to make up for them, but Pu Tong actually treats his shortcomings as his strengths..."

This creative approach is strange and risky, but the result is art that they could not have imagined.

Gaya swore at the same time as he gave examples, and it was obvious that he was a little emotionally broken. He was not angry at Putong, he was angry at himself, why couldn't he be the one who could have such a bold creative mind?

As the top 1 pop music star, Charlie also understands that Pu Tong is very strong, but even the strongest opponent has weaknesses.

What they feared was not Pu Tong's strength, but his weirdness... He used any moves without any taboos, and they had no idea how to deal with him.

The victory or defeat in music was only superficial. One of them retired, one lost his temper, and another gave up directly. As for the victory or defeat outside the arena, they were completely defeated.

In fact, they overestimated Pu Tong a bit. Pu Tong's weird creative style was not due to his artistic attainments, but because he did not need to create.

He is not an original creator and has no way to perfect his work, but after going through so much, Pu Tong has also gained his own insights and knows what style is more suitable for the song itself.

This kind of clever idea that incorporates one's own understanding is seen by outsiders as a creative idea that turns decay into magic...

“I tried my best.”

After complaining about Gaya, most of his resentment disappeared. His artistic attainments were indeed not as good as Pu Tong's, so it was not shameful to lose.

Seeing that Gaya's anger was gradually subsiding, Charlie no longer wanted to persuade him. He had already been beaten into submission, and there was no point in persuading him anymore.

After losing this game, Pu Tong is already leading 2-1, and must win a game to stabilize the situation!

He looked solemnly at Hetty, who was not fighting with the world in the corner. Perhaps to deal with monsters, he had to use other monsters...

"The next one is up to you, Hetty."

Hetty didn't react at all. Charlie didn't know whether she heard him or not, and whether she would go to fight.

"Hetty?"

"Oh."

Hetty leaned against the window, her hair seemed to be a honey-colored spring flowing down, the sunlight rolled down on the golden hair, melting into countless wandering gold particles.

The pendulum of the clock hovered in the silence. Suddenly, she closed her eyes gently. Her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings touched by the wind, and then slowly opened again.

She had heard this song before.

In another world.

She was too young at the time and had never heard many songs. She only remembered a few nursery rhymes...

"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" made her notice Pu Tong, and this song "Jasmine Flower" made her completely convinced that this was not a coincidence. It must be him.

……

"The number of views has surpassed, win!"

On the way home, Iori Yukino continued to observe the external network data in real time with her mobile phone. It was obvious that Pu Tong made up for the five-minute lag with his absolute strength.

As expected, he secured the victory.

No one paid attention to her excitement. Pu Tong leaned against the car window, her eyes only focused on the dazzling street scene at night.

The party had not ended yet, but he chose to leave early after his performance and missed the final "Unforgettable Tonight".

He was tired. He had never been so tired since he started singing.

It's not just because of the pressure, but also because of the responsibility. Being in that position, he must shoulder the responsibility.

"You tell me, have I made our voice heard by the world?"

Pu Tong’s question is not simple. Standing tall among the world’s people is a state that all cultures aspire to and is also the ultimate goal of artists.

"I definitely did."

If Pu Tong's actions are not considered as making his voice heard by the world, then let alone others.

Logically speaking, this should be an achievement that attracted worldwide attention, but the people in the car could not really be happy.

Because they know that this victory was hard-won.

Especially for Pu Tong and Lin Yuxi, the performance of this song was not easy. For three days, they were very nervous.

"Not only can the sound be heard, but the dance moves can also be seen by the world!"

Iori Yukino did not forget to encourage Lin Yuxi beside her. She was the absolute core of the solo dance before, but tonight, she was the backup dancer for the song.

Lin Yuxi can be both a red flower and a green leaf. She is now a truly all-round dancer.

Let's just praise her tonight... Iori Yukino thought so.

However, her encouragement went unanswered. Lin Yuxi leaned heavily on the chair and fell asleep without her knowing when.

It takes a lot of effort to choreograph a dance in three days.

"Now you don't have a chance to hear me praise you!"

Iori Yukino rolled her eyes at her angrily, but also lowered her voice considerately, not wanting to disturb her sweet dream.

As night fell, the moving "Starlight Bus" slowly turned a corner. Lin Yuxi, who was sleeping, tilted her head and landed squarely on Iori Yukino's shoulder.

The Sakura girl wanted to scream as if she had been electrocuted, but was interrupted by Yu Wanwan who was standing opposite her making a hushing gesture. Beside her was Pu Tong who was also sleeping.

But their postures were more daring. Pu Tong sat crookedly, with his body almost resting on Yu Wanwan's knees.

This guy also experienced the knee pillow...

The long hair caressed Iori Yukino's face in the night breeze, making her feel inexplicably itchy. She tilted her head and looked at the sleeping Lin Yuxi, but she couldn't bring herself to feel disgusted.

Seeing this, Iori Yukino didn't want to make a fuss anymore and just sat down properly and let her go.

Yu Wanwan gently stroked Pu Tong's hair, feeling the remaining warmth from his cheek on her legs. At this moment, he was extremely well-behaved, completely unlike the high-spirited boy on the stage.

This is another side of Pu Tong that is unknown to the public. Others are concerned about how high he flies, but only he cares whether he is tired from flying.

Yu Wanwan lowered her head, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Maybe she is the only one who would say this to Pu Tong.

As the bus passed the corner, brilliant fireworks suddenly rose into the sky, sealing the wonder and tranquility of the night.

(End of this chapter)