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Mr. Jiang's voice echoed in the silent studio.

On stage, Li Ziming clenched his fists tightly.

Lin Zhixing remained standing there, his red robes blazing like fire, his posture upright.

Old Jiang's gaze first fell on Li Ziming.

"Zi Mo."

Upon hearing Elder Jiang call his name, Li Ziming involuntarily straightened his back and looked at Elder Jiang expectantly.

"Actually, many people don't know that your grandfather and I were old friends."

Old Jiang said slowly, "When you were little, probably five or six years old, you often came to visit my house with your grandfather. At that time, I felt that this child had a good voice and was a potential opera singer."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"Holy crap? There's this connection?"

"A family friend? Someone you watched grow up? Then this..."

"It's over, it's over! Ye Lan's team is completely out of the running! This is a junior we've watched grow up, Old Jiang will definitely give his vote to Li Ziming!"

Backstage, Chen Xi, who had managed to stop crying, burst into tears again: "Waaah... We really lost..."

Li Ziming was so excited that his face turned red, and he quickly bowed, saying, "Grandpa Jiang..."

However, Old Jiang raised his hand to interrupt him.

"but!"

The moment that transition word was uttered, the entire room fell silent.

"Personal feelings are personal feelings, and art is art!"

Old Master Jiang raised his voice, "My presence here today represents the face of Peking Opera! It represents the dignity of our national art!"

"Zi Mo, your 'Prosperous Chang'an' is indeed magnificent, and the technique is impeccable. However, you are too concerned with form. The chime bells, the drums, the pomp and circumstance... these are all superficial!"

"What is the soul of traditional opera? It's not the fancy moves, but the emotion! It's the unwavering belief that opera is paramount!"

Old Jiang shook his head, shifting his gaze from Li Ziming to Lin Zhixing.

"I came to this program with regrets. I felt that young people today don't understand opera, nor do they love it. But today, Lin Zhixing has given me a huge surprise!"

"While the arrangement of 'Red-Haired Girl' may not be as grand as yours, its theme far surpasses it!"

"The actor is dead, but the crimson shadow remains. Lin Zhixing, you brought the soul of opera back to life!"

Old Jiang took a deep breath and raised the voting device in his hand.

"So, this vote represents my personal 10 points..."

"I vote for Lin Zhixing!"

With a crisp electronic sound, the numbers on the large screen began to change.

Ye Lan's team's total score: 1354 + 10 = 1364 points!

Han Xuening's team's total score: 1356 points!

1364 VS 1356!

Overtaken by 8 points!

"boom--!!!"

The entire studio erupted in cheers!

"Awesome!!!"

"Oh my god! They've overtaken them! They've really overtaken them!"

"Old Jiang is awesome! He's so selfless!"

"Lin Zhixing! Lin Zhixing!"

Cheers and screams swept through the entire stadium.

In the backstage preparation room.

"Ahhhhh! We won! We don't have to leave!" Chen Xi jumped up from the ground and hugged Song Zixuan, bursting into tears.

Li Bowen was so excited that he crushed the water bottle in his hand, spilling water all over himself without even noticing. "Holy crap! Brother Lin is awesome! He carried the whole team!"

Even Gu Qingzhou, who had been maintaining a composed demeanor, couldn't help but stand up and clap her hands vigorously until they turned red.

Faced with absolute strength, he was truly convinced.

"Is this the ace...?" Gu Qingzhou murmured to herself, looking at the red-clad figure on the screen. "This is the real center position."

In contrast, Han Xuening's team...

Li Ziming stood on the stage, staring at the final score, and remained stunned for a long time.

He lost? Even though I was mentally prepared, it was still too painful when it actually happened.

But he was not resentful.

He turned around and bowed deeply to Lin Zhixing.

"I lost. I accept my defeat wholeheartedly."

Lin Zhixing returned the greeting, saying, "You flatter me. Your song is also very good."

The host's voice was also very excited: "Congratulations to Team Ye Lan! They've pulled off an amazing comeback with a narrow 8-point lead!"

"Congratulations Lin Zhixing! Congratulations Gu Qingzhou, Song Zixuan, Chen Xi, and Li Bowen! You've all advanced!"

"At the same time, it's a pity."

The host turned to Han Xuening's team, "Han Xuening's team is behind in total score. Please exercise your right, mentor Han Xuening... to eliminate two students."

On stage, the atmosphere instantly turned cruel.

Han Xuening's eyes were red, but even though she was unwilling, she had no choice but to make the decision.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

She ultimately eliminated the two contestants who performed the worst in the competition.

The two trainees broke down in tears on the spot, hugging their teammates goodbye while crying, and finally left the stage to the accompaniment of a sad background music.

This is competition, this is athleticism.

Where there is joy, there is bound to be sorrow.

Recording complete.

As soon as Lin Zhixing returned to the rest room, he was surrounded by his teammates.

"Hero! The great hero has returned!"

Li Bowen was the first to rush over and give Lin Zhixing a big bear hug. "Brother Lin! You're amazing! I was so scared I almost peed my pants, I never thought you could actually turn the tables!"

"Brother Lin! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I might have been eliminated!" Song Zixuan said excitedly.

Chen Xi was even more excited. She was an outgoing girl by nature, and now that she had survived the ordeal, she was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Ahhh! Brother Lin, I love you to death!"

She jumped up and clung to Lin Zhixing like a koala, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Hmm..."

Caught off guard, Lin Zhixing stumbled from the impact and nearly lost his balance.

Chen Xi is dressed in ancient style today. Although she's wearing quite a lot, her stunning figure is undeniable, creating a striking impression...

"Alright, alright, everyone's watching."

Lin Zhixing gently patted Chen Xi's back and pulled her off him. "If you tighten your grip any further, I'll suffocate."

Chen Xi then realized that she had been too excited, and her face turned red instantly, like a ripe apple. She quickly hid behind Song Zixuan, not daring to look at Lin Zhixing.

Gu Qingzhou stood outside the crowd and waited until everyone had vented their emotions before stepping forward.

He looked at Lin Zhixing, took a deep breath, and extended his hand: "Lin Zhixing... this song is amazing. I'm impressed."

Lin Zhixing smiled and took his hand. "It's all for the team."

The scope has been broadened.

Just then, the door to the lounge was pushed open again.

Ye Lan walked in, with Zhao Yu following behind her.

Ye Lan still maintained her aloof demeanor, but at this moment, there was an undisguised smile and pride in her beautiful eyes.

"You're all quite happy?"

"Sister Lan!" all the students shouted in unison.

Ye Lan nodded, her gaze piercing through the crowd and landing precisely on Lin Zhixing.

"Well done."

Although it was only four words, everyone present knew that it represented the highest recognition from the diva.

Zhao Yu's face lit up with joy. "Everyone did a great job today, especially Zhixing, who made a huge contribution! Tonight it's my treat, let's celebrate!"

"Long live Teacher Zhao!"

I walked out of the lounge.

Just as Lin Zhixing was about to follow, a gentle voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Kobayashi, wait a minute."

Lin Zhixing turned around and saw Old Jiang walking over with a smile. He was not accompanied by an assistant and seemed very easygoing.

"Mr. Jiang!" Lin Zhixing bowed quickly. "Thank you for your vote earlier."

"No need to thank me, it's because you sang well."

Old Jiang waved his hand, looked Lin Zhixing up and down, and became more and more satisfied with him. "Who did you learn that opera singing style from? It sounds a bit like the Mei School and a bit like the Cheng School, but not entirely like either."

"Uh... I just figured it out myself, I learned it from listening to tapes." Lin Zhixing could only bite the bullet and make up an excuse. "It's a self-taught method, please excuse my amateurishness."

"Unconventional methods are good! They're unconventional!" Old Jiang praised even more, "Your unconventional methods have a spark!"

As he spoke, Old Jiang took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zhixing.

"This is my personal business card, take it."

Lin Zhixing was flattered and accepted the gift with both hands.

"If you have any questions about traditional opera in the future, feel free to ask me anytime. Or come to my house for tea sometime; I have quite a few rare records, and we can have a good chat."

This is the personal business card of a grandmaster of Peking Opera!

The staff and contestants who hadn't left yet were so envious of this scene that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Definitely! Thank you, Elder Jiang!" Lin Zhixing quickly agreed.