Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

Su Wei stood on the stage, facing the shocked gazes of everyone, and continued:

"The reason for my withdrawal is my personal issue."

"I have gained a lot and learned a lot to get to where I am today."

Thank you to the production team for giving me this opportunity, thank you to the audience for your support, and thank you to the brothers who fought alongside me.

He turned around and glanced towards the side platform.

On the side platform, all the contestants were standing there.

Wei Chen's hand hovered in mid-air, maintaining the thumbs-up gesture, his expression frozen.

Su Weichong and the others bowed slightly.

Then he turned back, facing the camera, facing the two thousand viewers, facing everyone watching the live broadcast.

He repeated what he had just said.

"I am contestant number 05, Su Wei."

Thank you all for your support during this time.

After he finished speaking...

"don't want!"

"Su Wei, are you crazy?!"

"Why?!"

The sounds came from every corner of the audience, blending together.

He Jiong walked up from the side of the stage and stood next to Su Wei.

He didn't speak immediately.

Having worked as a host for so many years, he has seen too many unexpected situations on stage.

He has seen and dealt with contestants forgetting their lines, equipment malfunctions, judges leaving their seats...

However, the contestant announced his withdrawal from the competition during the live broadcast of the top five to top four round.

This is the first time in his career.

He was silent for two or three seconds, then raised the microphone.

"Su Wei," his voice was lower than usual, "Are you sure?"

Su Wei turned around and looked at He Jiong.

All the stage lights were still on, and the blinding white light made his entire outline somewhat blurry.

He nodded slightly to He Jiong.

"I'm sure."

These three words were spoken without hesitation, without choking up, and without any extraneous emotions.

He Jiong stared at him for two seconds.

Then he slowly nodded, without saying anything more to persuade him to stay.

His experience told him that when a seventeen-year-old says "I'm sure" in that tone, no one can change his mind.

He Jiong took a step back.

"Su Wei, I respect your decision."

He took another step back.

"This stage will always remember your presence."

Su Wei smiled, then bowed to He Jiong, then bowed to the audience, and then bowed to the camera.

The lights began to dim slowly.

There was no music playing from the speakers, only shouts echoing from the studio.

He raised his head and took one last look at the sea of ​​light.

The light flickered on his face one last time.

Then it was destroyed.

The stage was now completely dark.

The live stream continues.

The process cannot be stopped.

One less person means one less competitor, but the competition must continue tonight.

He Jiong took a deep breath, suppressing all the turmoil in his heart with the professionalism he had cultivated over more than a decade. He turned to face the camera, his voice returning to its usual warmth and rhythm.

"Dear viewers, there was an unexpected situation just now... Our contestant number 05, Su Wei, has chosen to withdraw from tonight's competition due to personal reasons."

He paused.

"We respect the choices of every contestant, and we thank Su Wei for all the wonderful performances she has given us on this stage."

"Now, our match will continue..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone in the audience suddenly shouted—

Why did Su Wei withdraw from the competition?!

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted from another direction:

"We want Su Wei back!"

He Jiong didn't pause, but raised his voice slightly to suppress the shouts.

His professional competence was on full display at that moment.

Facial expressions, tone of voice, and rhythm were all steadily controlled within the most appropriate range.

But the commotion in the audience lasted for a long time.

The host, Wang Han, walked up from the other side of the stage, exchanged a glance with He Jiong, and the two nodded in tacit agreement, beginning to work together to control the situation.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Wang Han's voice was steady and powerful, "let's refocus our attention on the competition itself. Many more exciting performances await you..."

On the judges' panel, Bao Xiaobai slammed the microphone on the table, leaned back in his chair, and his expression was full of disapproval.

The cameraman was very experienced and immediately switched the camera to the other judges, not giving Bao Xiaobai too many close-ups.

But someone in the audience had already taken a picture.

Inside the side stage, all four contestants stood still, none of them moving.

Chen Chusheng held his guitar, his fingers resting on the strings, his expression still indifferent, but his eyes had clearly darkened.

Zhang Jie stared at the situation on the stage, his lips moved several times, but in the end he only said two words: "Are you crazy?"

Su Xing leaned against the prop box, her eyes fixed on the spotlight on the stage that had been turned off.

Wei Chen did not go to see the stage.

He was looking in the direction Su Wei had left.

The guide lights in the passageway were still on, casting a long strip of light on the ground with their faint glow.

Su Wei's figure had reached the end of the passage, slowly turning into a blurry silhouette.

Wei Chen opened his mouth, wanting to call out to him.

But in the end, he just shook his head.

Su Wei's figure disappeared at the end of the passage.

It was swift and decisive, without a trace of lingering regret.

She was still wearing the costume, with the top button of the stand-up collar undone.

The corridor was long and dimly lit, with only the faint light from the floor guide lights.

His footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, one step at a time, neither fast nor slow, with a steady rhythm.

He didn't stop when he passed the director's office.

He didn't stop when he passed the dressing room.

He didn't stop when passing by the players' rest area.

He only took one last look from the doorway.

The door was ajar, and the light inside was still on.

Five chairs were placed side by side in front of the monitor, his was on the far right, with a jacket he had worn draped over it.

He looked away and continued walking forward.

As I walked out of the broadcasting studio building, the July night breeze rushed towards me, carrying the humidity and sweltering heat unique to southern cities.

In the distance, you can hear the sound of traffic. Across the street, the night market stalls are brightly lit, and people are eating barbecue. The smoke from the charcoal fire is blown away by the wind, and a cumin aroma wafts over.

Su Wei stood on the steps for a moment, then looked up at the night sky.

The city lights are too bright; you can hardly see any stars.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked along the road toward the bus stop.

The studio lights receded further and further behind him, eventually becoming a blurry spot of light.

Mango TV's live broadcast signal is being transmitted via satellite to tens of millions of television sets across the country.

In the studio, He Jiong and Wang Han were still going through the script.

Those who should sing should sing, those who should comment should comment, those who should stay should stay, and those who should leave should leave.

What's happening in the studio right now has nothing to do with Su Wei anymore.

It would be a lie to say I have no regrets.

If he continues on this path, he might actually be able to compete with Chen Chusheng for the championship.

He had heard Chen Chusheng's songs in his past life; he was a very talented singer.

Standing on the same stage as someone like that and competing against them, even if you lose, would be a really cool thing.