Pirates began to dominate the Chinese entertainment industry.

Chapter 168 The Four Mentors Take Turns Exploding the Stage

In the stands, the Girls' Generation fan group erupted in deafening screams, their silver light sticks creating a galaxy of stars in the darkness.

Bai Lu was stunned in the waiting area, her mouth agape for a long time. "Is this what a mature girl group is like...?"

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Li Yitong nudged her from the side: "Drool."

Bai Lu quickly wiped herself clean, then realized, "Nothing!"

The inner area.

Li Qin and Song Yi were dumbfounded.

"My God, what a design! The Olympics send a man soaring into the sky, while they send a group of beautiful women flying down." Li covered her mouth.

Song Yi, holding a can of cola, stared intently at the stage: "You should say, this production team is really willing to spend money."

Li Qin thought about it and realized it made sense; the director was indeed rich.

VIP area.

Han Sanping observed the overwhelming commotion of the fans around him and exclaimed in astonishment, "From waiting to the start of the show, the format is quite novel; I've never seen anything like it in China before."

Wang Changtian, as the boss of hosts Xie Nan and Liu Yan, knew some inside information and leaned closer to say, "Ji Yun hired teams from South Korea and Japan to design it, saying she wanted to leverage the fan economy..."

Liu Shishi held her phone and sent a text message to Ji Yun: "The opening is going to be explosive."

Ji Yun replied instantly: "Protect your ears."

The numbers are still changing.

"This show is insane." Wang Changtian muttered to himself as he looked at the number and then at the real-time data sent by the TV station: "The ratings have broken 2.8%."

Han Sanping nodded thoughtfully.

After Girls' Generation's performance ended, the nine members stood in the center of the stage and said "Thank you everyone" in broken Chinese in unison. Then they were slowly lifted up by wires and disappeared behind the backdrop.

Before the applause had even subsided, Aaron Kwok was already standing on the rising platform.

He wore a silver sequined suit that shone brightly under the lights.

At 43, Guo Fucheng can still dance energetically on a stage in front of 80,000 people.

It's hard to say about other aspects of the older generation of artists, but they are indeed dedicated. It's been decades and all four of them have survived. Thinking about the future top four, in just a few years, there will only be one and a half left.

"Hello everyone, I'm Aaron Kwok."

The familiar Cantonese-accented Mandarin came from the speakers, and the audience screamed again.

"The following song is dedicated to all the contestants tonight, and to everyone who is working hard on their journey to pursue their dreams."

The music started; it was his fast-paced song, "Get Moving."

Aaron Kwok leaped and bounded on stage with fluid movements, and with the help of his backup dancers, he landed steadily with a backflip, proving that he truly delivers on his promises.

Inside the stadium, the screams of middle-aged women instantly drowned out those of the young girls.

It almost blew off the roof of the stadium.

Bai Lu covered her ears in the waiting area: "How come they're all so fierce?"

Li Yitong remained surprisingly calm. After staring at Guo Fucheng for a few seconds, she suddenly said, "His body fat percentage should be very low."

"Your focus is so weird!"

In the VIP area at the front, even the usually stern and unsmiling bigwigs of the film and television industry couldn't help but nod slightly in rhythm with the rhythm.

They might not care about the young girl's performance, but they would still appreciate someone like Aaron Kwok, who is from their generation.

Liu Shishi took out her phone and continued chatting with Ji Yun: "King Guo is still so good at dancing."

Ji Yun quickly replied: "You're quite the jumper too."

Liu Shishi looked at the text message, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Tang Yan, noticing her odd behavior, leaned over to take a look, saw the text message, and rolled her eyes: "You two are always chatting together, haven't you had enough?"

Liu Shishi locked the screen and rolled her eyes at her: "What do you know?"

Tang Yan pouted and stopped talking. She wanted to chat too, but Ji Yun only replied to one sentence after she sent three messages, which was too discouraging.

Aaron Kwok sang and danced for two songs in a row, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his breathing remained perfectly steady.

He stood at the very front of the stage, surveying the 80,000-strong audience, a slight smile playing on his lips, and asked in his Hong Kong-accented Mandarin, "Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Happy!!!" The voices of 80,000 people merged into one wave.

In a corner of the VIP area, Gao Yuanyuan took a picture of the stage with her phone and posted it on Weibo with the caption: "[The performance was fantastic. @Director Ji Yun, thank you for your hard work.]"

Then put down your phone and continue watching the performance.

The Weibo post garnered over a thousand comments in less than three minutes.

[Yuanyuan, you went to the scene too?!]

[So envious!]

[Could you take a look at what that cable tie looks like?]

[Honey, why did you go alone? Where's Director Ji?]

I admire Aaron Kwok's stamina.

Twenty years ago, he was an all-rounder in singing and dancing; twenty years from now, he might still be able to sing and dance, but twenty years from now, I'll probably just be watching him while he's paralyzed with fear.

The viewership rating jumped to 3.3%.

The stadium lights changed again.

The stage design this time is completely different.

The entire stage was enveloped in a deep blue light curtain, and the LED main screen displayed a picture of a sky full of stars, with each star twinkling in the darkness.

In the center of the stage, a piano slowly rises from a lift. A woman in a long black dress sits on the piano bench.

princess.

Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her makeup was so light it was almost invisible.

He sat quietly in front of the piano, like a statue.

The whole place fell silent.

Eighty thousand people even held their breath.

The princess's fingers landed on the piano keys, playing a simple chord.

The sound of the zither was as clear as spring water flowing in a mountain stream.

She began: "Slowly I'll like you, slowly we'll become closer, slowly we'll talk about ourselves, and slowly we'll be together..."

This song, "Slowly Falling in Love with You," was one she got from Ji Yun.

This song, with fewer than a hundred words, has touched the hearts of 80,000 people.

The lyrics were displayed in real time on the LED screen on the stage. The white words slowly emerged against the dark blue background, as if someone was writing in the night sky.

In the stadium stands, some people were recording videos with their phones, some were swaying gently to the rhythm, and some had tears in their eyes.

As Gao Yuanyuan looked at the princess's profile on the stage, she suddenly remembered the afternoon when Ji Yun sang this song.

The man sat in the mahjong room with his guitar, humming a few melodies, and she was completely captivated.

She took a deep breath and suppressed that inappropriate thought.

The singing echoed through the stadium.

When the princess finished singing, the entire audience was silent for two seconds, and then thunderous applause erupted.

"Princess—Princess—Princess"

The entire audience shouted in unison, wave after wave of cheers.

Some people were shouting "Princess," some were shouting "Ji Yun," and others were shouting "I like you."

The princess bowed slightly to the audience, a knowing smile playing on her lips, before turning and disappearing into the side of the stage.

She didn't say a word from beginning to end.

But everyone remembers those five minutes.

On Weibo, the hashtag #SlowlyLikeYou# quickly rose to the top of the trending topics list.

One person wrote in the comments section: "I used to think this song was about love, but after hearing the princess sing it live today, I suddenly feel..."

It's about everyone. Slowly falling in love, slowly growing old, slowly living out this life... Ji Yun is such a good writer.

After the princess left the stage, the stage went dark for less than ten seconds.

All the light boards in the stadium lit up at the same instant.

Jay Chou.

He was wearing a cool graffiti-style flight jacket and had a shy smile on his face.

Standing in the center of the stage, with the microphone placed next to the piano.

He went straight to the piano, sat down, and placed his fingers on the keys.

The music started; it was "Blue and White Porcelain".

As soon as the prelude began, all 80,000 people in the audience simultaneously sang the first line: "The unglazed porcelain is outlined with blue and white brushstrokes, thick then thin..."

Jay Chou played the piano, smiling as he looked up at the audience. As he played, he sang along with the 80,000 people in the audience, their voices carrying far, and the crowd gathered outside the stadium joined in the singing.

Since its release in 2007, this song has become a national representative work in less than two years, thanks to the lyrics, which have given it a classical cultural flavor.

Several middle-aged VIPs in the VIP area nodded slightly, clearly also listeners of the song.

After playing "Blue and White Porcelain," Jay Chou stood up and walked to the front of the stage: "Hello everyone, I am Jay Chou."

Eighty thousand people screamed; Jay Chou's popularity reached its peak this year.

"I'm so happy to be here at the 'Produce 101' finale today. It was so noisy in the audience that I almost couldn't hear my own piano playing."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

"So, please listen quietly to this song, which is dedicated to the 18 trainees and all the audience members, okay?"

Eighty thousand people shouted in unison, "Yes!"

Jay Chou returned to the piano, took a deep breath, and his fingers landed on the keys again.

This time the melody was more soothing than before, each note like a raindrop falling on a lake, creating ripples.

"Rice Fragrance," a new song released this year due to special circumstances, is about the hometown, yet it carries a sense of hope amidst tranquility.

His opening line was: "If you have too many complaints about this world, you won't dare to move forward after you fall."

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The noise from the audience gradually subsided, leaving only the piano and that languid yet gentle voice.

Bai Lu squatted backstage, hugging her knees, thinking about her parents and the past three months. It was the first time she had been away from home for so long, and a sense of melancholy welled up in her heart.

Li Yitong squatted down next to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

After singing the last line, Jay Chou stood up and exclaimed, "The next guest is the real heavyweight of the night! After listening to that song, I can only think of three words: absolutely amazing!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers and screams that filled the sky.