Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Chapter 83 makes its grand finale appearance.

Teacher He stepped off the stage, carrying a black lottery box in his hand.

"Next, I will go to each singer's dressing room and have the singers draw lots to determine their performance order. The whole process will be broadcast live and will be open and transparent."

The camera followed Teacher He as he walked into the backstage passage.

The first dressing room, Zhao Pengfei.

The door opened, Zhao Pengfei stood up, reached into the box, felt around for a couple of seconds, and pulled out a ball.

"Number 5." Teacher He held it up for the camera to see.

The second room, Chen Hao.

When he stood up from the sofa, the camera clearly panned upwards before capturing his face.

I reached in and randomly picked one.

"Number 2".

Chen Hao grunted in response and sat back down, the whole process taking no more than ten seconds.

A barrage of comments scrolled across the live stream chat:

"Chen Hao is so calm. Hahaha."

"It doesn't matter which number I draw, I'll crush everyone anyway!"

The third room, Lin Ke.

Before Teacher He could even hand over the box, Lin Ke had already jumped up.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it!"

He reached in and stirred it for a while, then pulled out a ball and looked at it himself first.

"Number 4!" She held up the ball and gave a peace sign to the camera.

The fourth room, Wang Mingxuan. Number 7.

The fifth room, Zhang Yihan.

When Teacher He pushed the door open, Zhang Yihan was sitting on the makeup chair touching up her lipstick.

Upon seeing the camera, she put down her lipstick, stood up, and smiled politely.

He reached into the box and pulled it out.

"Number 6".

Teacher He smiled and said, "Sixes bring good fortune!"

Zhang Yihan smiled in agreement. "Thank you for your kind words, Teacher He."

"Zhang Yihan, number 6, is in the latter half of the field; her position is good."

"Who should we save the grand finale for?"

The sixth room.

In the dressing room, Zhou Yutong was lying on the coffee table, her hands clasped together, muttering something to herself.

"Number eight, number eight, number eight..."

Shen Nian sat on the sofa with her hands neatly placed on her knees.

The door was pushed open.

Teacher He walked in, followed by a camera.

"Professor Shen Nian, please draw lots."

Zhou Yutong sat up abruptly, her eyes fixed on the black box, her lips still moving silently.

Shen Nian stood up.

She glanced at Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan nodded slightly.

Shen Nian reached her hand into the box.

Her fingertips touched the two balls, and without hesitation, she grasped the one on the right and pulled it out.

Teacher He took it and held it up in front of the camera.

"Number 8!"

Shen Nian paused for a second, then slowly smiled.

Teacher He said with a smile, "The last one to appear, the spot everyone's been waiting for."

Shen Nian nodded at the camera: "Thank you."

The live stream chat exploded.

"Holy crap, number 8! The grand finale!"

"Shen Nian is so lucky!"

"The closing act is a double-edged sword; it either blows everyone away or it flops."

"Can she handle it? She hasn't sung in a year, has she?"

"Going on variety shows right after winning the copyright case, is this an attempt to whitewash their image?"

"What are you trying to whitewash? She was the victim, okay?!"

The comments section was divided into two camps, arguing fiercely.

The seventh room, Su Xiaoman, number 1.

Su Xiaoman's smile froze for half a second.

The first person to go on stage is the one whose presence is weakest for the audience and who has the least memorable moments.

The last room, Liu Yuhang, number 3.

The draw is over.

Starting lineup: 1-Su Xiaoman, 2-Chen Hao, 3-Liu Yuhang, 4-Lin Ke, 5-Zhao Pengfei, 6-Zhang Yihan, 7-Wang Mingxuan, 8-Shen Nian.

Jiang Fan glanced through the order.

Chen Hao was the second to appear, and Zhang Yihan was the sixth.

Both of our strongest opponents are in the first half of the season.

By the time Shen Nian made her grand entrance, the audience's ears had already been bombarded seven times.

Aesthetic fatigue is a double-edged sword.

If Shen Nian's song isn't good enough, being the finale is a death sentence.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

The studio lights dimmed.

All one thousand members of the hearing panel were in place.

The number of viewers in the live stream reached 1100 million.

Teacher He stood in the center of the stage, with the spotlight shining down.

"The Voice of Heaven - Episode 1: Ranking Competition, is now beginning!"

There was thunderous applause.

The first one is Su Xiaoman.

It's decent and technically sound, but lacks memorable moments.

They sang a cover of an old song, playing it too safe.

The second one is Chen Hao.

When he walked out from behind the right side of the stage, the atmosphere on the entire stage changed.

Standing at 1.9 meters tall in the center of the stage, his handsome appearance is visually striking.

He chose an original song.

As soon as the intro begins, the depth of the bass register expands.

Like a heavy fog, it pressed down from the stage onto the jury seats.

The last long note ends abruptly.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then applause erupted.

At least a third of the 500 members of the audience stood up.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments—

"They've been deified! They've been deified!"

"What's with the bass quality? Is this the level of the second performance?"

"Are the people behind them even alive?"

Teacher He walked onto the stage and said, "Let's hear what the three mentors think of Chen Hao's song?"

Jay Chou spoke first.

"The depth of his bass register is unmatched among singers of his age."

He paused for a moment, "And it's all original, lyrics, music, and arrangement are all my own. This kind of ability is a huge advantage in competitions because no one can compete with you; you become the standard."

Peter Chan took over the conversation.

"The song is very well-made, and there are no major flaws in the production. However, I personally feel that the melody in the chorus could be a bit more memorable, making your voice even more unforgettable."

Tang Yingxue leaned back in her chair, holding the microphone to her lips.

"Let me add something. Chen Hao, your typhoon is very stable, but too stable and it's lacking something. You're too safe on the platform."

She smiled.

"Young singers can occasionally take a little risk on stage."

Chen Hao stood on the stage and nodded.

"Thank you, teachers."

He turned and stepped off the stage, his steps as steady as when he came up.

The third one is Liu Yuhang.

Her singing skills are above average, but the difference between her and Chen Hao is too obvious.

The fourth one is Lin Ke.

The girl chose a song with a cheerful rhythm, which brought the atmosphere back to normal.

Her strength lies not in her skills, but in her infectious energy.

When the chorus came on, many people in the audience clapped along.

The fifth one is Zhao Pengfei. Nothing surprising.

The sixth is Zhang Yihan.

When she went on stage, Jiang Fan noticed that Tang Yingxue's posture had changed.

He changed from crossing his legs to keeping them together and leaning slightly forward.

Zhang Yihan chose an old song, but the arrangement was greatly changed, with the addition of strings and electronic elements.

The first thirty seconds set a very high standard.

The tone is sweet, the pronunciation is clean, and the transitions are beautiful.

The high notes in the chorus hit steadily without any wavering.

After singing.

After the applause subsided, Teacher He looked towards the mentors' panel.

"Let's hear what the three teachers have to say."

This time, Tang Yingxue didn't wait for anyone else to speak first.

"Yihan's choice of this song is tasteful, the arrangement is layered, and your understanding of the song is spot-on. Most importantly—you were very relaxed on stage. This is something you can't fake; it requires genuine confidence."

Tang Yingxue put down the microphone and led the applause twice.

Jiang Fan watched the broadcast in the lounge, looking at Tang Yingxue.

"Very relaxed", "Needs confidence"...

Tang Yingxue didn't mention Shen Nian's name, but the knife had already been delivered.

Jay Chou took the microphone.

"The arrangement is excellent. The balance between strings and electronic music is very precise. But I want to be honest—"

He paused for a moment.

"The credit for this arrangement is probably even greater than that for the performance itself."

The scene fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Yihan's smile remained unchanged, but her eyelid twitched.

Jay Chou continued, "It's not that you sang badly, but if this song were sung by a singer with a similar voice and the same arrangement, the effect wouldn't be much different. Your voice could be further improved in terms of distinctiveness."

Tang Yingxue turned her head and glanced at Zhou Tianwang, but didn't say anything.

Peter Chan said one last thing.

"Teacher Zhou is right. Arrangement is a plus, but ultimately, it's the singer themselves who moves people. Yihan, your technique is fine. In the upcoming competitions, you can try choosing songs that better test your personal expression."

Zhang Yihan raised the microphone.

"Thank you for your advice, teachers. I will digest it carefully."

She bowed slightly, then turned and walked off the stage.

The smile stayed on until the side of the curtain.

In Shen Nian's lounge, Zhou Yutong's expression tightened even more.

"Brother Fan, wasn't Tang Yingxue subtly putting down Sister Nian during her comments? What 'relaxed' and 'confident'—"

"You noticed?" Jiang Fan's tone was a little surprised.

The seventh one is Wang Mingxuan...

Teacher He walked back to the center of the stage.

Thank you, Wang Mingxuan, for your wonderful performance!

He paused for a moment.

"Next up—our last singer of the night."