Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

The entire stage was bathed in a beam of white light, and Shen Nian stood in the center of the beam, holding a microphone.

The intro is a solo acoustic guitar piece.

It's a very simple melody, without any fancy arrangements or string arrangements.

Shen Nian lowered her head and waited for four short sections.

Then she looked up and spoke.

"Each time, I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness—"

"Even when I'm deeply hurt, I never shed a tear—"

The moment the sound came out, a man in the front row of the jury almost dropped his voting device.

Clean. Clear, without a single impurity.

"I know, I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me flying, flying over despair—"

The chorus is starting.

Shen Nian's breath steadily supported him from below.

On the mentor's seat, Jay Chou's hand rested on the armrest, his fingers moving slightly in sync with the melody.

Tang Yingxue held her coffee cup, her expression seemingly a little surprised.

"Don't think about how they have a beautiful sun—"

"I see that the sunset changes every day—"

In the second verse, the strings come in, but the volume is kept very low, just supporting the vocals.

Shen Nian's voice came through in this part.

It's no longer the restraint and forbearance of the first paragraph.

"I know, I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me away, give me hope—"

When the word "hope" was sung during the second chorus, someone in the back row stood up.

—The seventh row of section B of the jury, seat number B-47.

A woman in her early thirties sat there, holding a voting device in her hand.

She was contacted three days ago.

A call came in from an unknown number, saying you've been selected as a member of the judging panel for "The Voice of Heaven," and they have a small favor to ask you for—

When voting, give one of your three votes to Zhang Yihan.

But you can't vote for Shen Nian.

The reward is five thousand yuan.

She initially thought it was no big deal. Just one vote.

But now she's sitting here, listening to the girl on stage sing.

"I finally see all my dreams come true—"

"How bright and clear are the youthful songs they sing!"

The woman recalled the year she first came to Changsha.

He rented a 10-square-meter partitioned room, submitted 40 resumes, and was rejected by interviewees more than a dozen times.

One night, I worked overtime until 2 a.m. and was walking home when three of the streetlights were broken, making the whole alley pitch black, with only the sound of my own footsteps.

At that time, she also felt that she had a pair of wings.

It's just that you can't see it.

"I finally soar, gazing intently without fear—"

"Fly as far as the wind blows—"

The entire venue was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Shen Nian closed her eyes.

"Invisible wings make dreams last longer than the sky—"

"Leave one wish, let yourself imagine it—"

For the last long note, she didn't show off her technique or use any transitions; she just sent it out straight.

The sound circulated in the studio before slowly fading away.

It was as if an invisible force was descending upon people.

ended.

The entire room fell silent for two seconds.

Then the applause started from the first row and spread from row to row, becoming more and more frequent until the entire venue was filled with applause.

The live stream chat went blank.

It's not that there are no bullet comments, it's that the bullet comments are too dense and scrolling too fast, turning the screen into a white stream of text.

When Teacher He walked onto the stage, he didn't look at the teleprompter in his hand.

"I—" He paused, took a breath, "I need to calm down."

Laughter and applause mingled together at the scene.

Teacher He waved his hand and turned to look at the mentors' table.

"Teachers, please give your comments."

Jay Chou picked up the microphone, then put it down again.

He rubbed his face and picked it up again.

"I've been in this industry for thirty years, and I've seen far too many technically skilled singers."

He paused for two seconds.

"But there's something that technology can't give you. Music has a soul; it can give people strength, purify the soul, and bring both joy and sorrow. Over the years, I've listened to countless singers, and very few have truly achieved this."

He didn't finish speaking; he put down the microphone and clapped twice.

Needless to say.

Peter Chan pushed up his glasses.

"Let me add something. The arrangement of this song is very restrained; the simpler it is, the more it tests the singer's ability. Shen Nian's voice can withstand this test."

He paused.

"Also—the lyrics and music are of a very high standard. The person who wrote this song really understands you."

The microphone was handed to Tang Yingxue.

She leaned back in her chair and remained silent for three or four seconds.

Someone in the live stream chat commented, "Is Tang Yingxue going to start again?"

Tang Yingxue raised the microphone.

"You sang quite well."

Teacher He waited two seconds to make sure she had finished speaking before taking over.

The live stream chat exploded again—

"That's it? Hahahaha"

"Shen Nian sang so well, Tang Yingxue couldn't find a single fault with her."

"Sister Yingxue must be really bored."

-

Section B, seventh row, seat B-47.

Voting hasn't started yet.

The woman turned the voting machine over and over, her fingers resting on the buttons.

She opened her phone and found the transfer record from three days ago.

I stared at it for about ten seconds.

Then she clicked into the chat box and transferred the five thousand yuan back intact.

A note was added: "I'll refund your money. I'll vote myself."

She put her phone back in her pocket and let out a long sigh.

Five thousand yuan is quite a lot.

That's about the amount she earns in a month.

But when the song sang the line "Even when I'm hurt, I don't shed a tear," a thought suddenly popped into her head—

Is it worth several thousand dollars?

Is it worth it for a girl who sings earnestly to lose a pile of money?

Not far away, people in Zone C were doing the same thing.

A boy in his early twenties hesitated for a long time before finally returning the money.

Nobody knows how many people got their money back tonight.

Maybe ten, maybe twenty, maybe more.

-

Seventh, Liu Yuhang, performed as expected, without making much of a splash.

Eighth, Chen Hao. The final one.

He chose a rock cover for this episode. The typhoon was fierce, and the quality of his bass voice is still the best among singers of his age.

After he finished singing, the applause was no less than that for Shen Nian.

The three mentors gave high praise, and Tang Yingxue was quite talkative this time, praising him for a full minute.

All eight people finished singing.

Challenge round – Han Bing challenges Zhao Pengfei. Fang Xiaoxiao challenges Su Xiaoman.

Both of them advanced.

The two spots with the lowest overall rankings in both rounds will ultimately be eliminated.

Teacher He stood in the center of the stage.

"Voting channel open - 60 seconds countdown."

On the big screen, numbers are jumping around.

Eight singers stood in a row.

Shen Nian was positioned slightly to the right of the center, with her hands folded in front of her.

Chen Hao had his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

Zhang Yihan stood on the far left, a smile on her lips.

Sixty seconds passed.

"Voting channel closed."

Teacher He opened the card.

"Eighth place - Su Xiaoman, 241 votes."

Su Xiaoman nodded, indicating she was mentally prepared.

The seventh and sixth places were announced one after another, without causing much of a stir.

"Fifth place - Zhao Pengfei, 292 votes."

"Fourth place - Lin Ke, 356 votes."

Lin Ke pouted and whispered into the microphone next to her, "Next time I want to be in the top three."

At this point, only three people remained on the stage.

Chen Hao, Zhang Yihan, Shen Nian.

Teacher He looked at the card and paused for two seconds.

"Third place—"

He raised his head.

"Chen Hao, 468 votes."

A buzzing sound filled the room.

Chen Hao's eyebrow twitched.

third?

He glanced at both sides—Shen Nian and Zhang Yihan.

Then he laughed and shrugged at the camera.

He still has the demeanor of a great general.

The live stream went crazy.

"Chen Haocai is only third???"

"Zhang Yihan and Shen Nian are competing for the championship??"

"Zhang Yihan's votes are so high? Something's not right."

"What's wrong with that? She really sang well this time."

Teacher He tightened his grip on the card slightly.

"This week's champion will be either Zhang Yihan or Shen Nian."

Zhang Yihan turned her head and glanced at Shen Nian, a confident smile still on her face.

Second place—

Teacher He turned over the last card.

The venue fell silent.

You could hear the breathing of more than a thousand people.

Teacher He looked at the name and number on the card, and his lips moved slightly.