Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

I came here to see handsome guys, so why is the rain pouring into my eyes?

【┭┮﹏┭┮, the only reason for a hug next time we meet is to say "It's been so long!"】

[I just wanted to relax and listen to some music, why did you have to stab me in the back? Collateral damage! This is blatant collateral damage!]

I was crying like an idiot at my desk, and now I'm being yelled at like an idiot in the boss's office. Can I get workers' compensation for this?

The live stream was filled with lamentations, and the audience at the venue wasn't much better off.

The camera panned across the audience, where several female audience members were frantically wiping their faces with tissues, their makeup ruined.

One of the men had his head down and his shoulders were shaking. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he probably would have burst into tears.

On the judges' panel, the only female judge, Ni Yuelan, had a mountain of tissues piled up in front of her, while Zhuo Tongyu, who was known for his strictness, had undisguised redness in his eyes.

Amidst this sea of ​​sorrow, Gu Yang suddenly looked up, grinned in a certain direction from the audience, and revealed a bright, even somewhat silly, smile.

That smile was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan.

The live stream chat exploded instantly!

[Holy crap! I was crying my heart out, and he was laughing like nothing happened?!]

[Ugh! That's so annoying! My fists are hard! Officer, if I hit someone now, can it be considered self-defense?]

[Police officer: Please call me brother, thank you!]

In a corner of the audience, Ling Luo looked at the guy on stage grinning at her and felt a vein throb on her forehead.

He raised his hand and subtly pinched his earlobe, then shook his head helplessly.

Upon receiving the signal, Gu Yang on stage immediately changed his expression. One second he was all smiles, and the next he was serious and calm, standing with his hands at his sides, obediently waiting for the judges' comments.

This speed at which he changed his expression is comparable to a Sichuan opera skill.

Ni Yuelan cried the most among all the judges.

She picked up the microphone, her lips moved, and just as she was about to speak, a wave of bitterness welled up in her throat, and her voice instantly choked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I... I might need a little time."

She quickly put down the microphone and turned away awkwardly to compose herself.

The host immediately intervened, saying, "I understand, I was in the audience just now too, and the tears just wouldn't stop. Let's give Teacher Ni a little time... so let's first invite Teacher Wei Shaoan, who's next to Teacher Zhuo, to give his comments to contestant Gu Yang."

Zhuo Tongyu had his hand on the microphone ready, his expression serious, as he prepared his speech, but then the host suddenly changed the subject and handed the conversation to the person next to him.

Zhuo Tongyu's face instantly darkened, and a death stare shot straight at the host, as if to say: Are you being polite?

This made many audience members who were still immersed in sadness laugh, and the atmosphere immediately eased a lot.

Wei Shaoan cleared his throat and picked up the microphone: "Gu Yang, all I can say is that you single-handedly carried the entire stage. Today, you gave me a huge surprise."

The host then asked, "So, how many points would Teacher Wei give?"

  

"There is no perfect score in art, but your performance was near perfect. My score is... 98 points."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp of amazement erupted from the audience.

98 points!

It's worth noting that among the 29 contestants before Gu Yang, the highest score given by the judges was only 82 points.

The first judge immediately created a sixteen-point gap!

"Okay, thank you, Teacher Wei! Now, let's hand the microphone over to Teacher Zhuo Tongyu, who is already eager to get started!" This time, the host learned his lesson.

Zhuo Tongyu finally got his turn. He picked up the microphone, but his expression was more serious than ever before.

I wouldn't dare use the word "review" for this song.

The entire room fell silent.

"Gu Yang, the arrangement of this song is very bold. In today's market, very few songwriters dare to simplify things like this. The person who wrote this song for you must know you very, very well."

As soon as Zhuo Tongyu said this, the other two judges looked at him.

It's common knowledge in the industry that many songs are collected by the record company and distributed to artists, and the singers may never even have met the songwriters. Zhuo Tongyu's statement clearly indicates that he has figured something out.

Sure enough, Gu Yang nodded vigorously: "Yes, the person who wrote the song for me is my best friend."

"No wonder," Zhuo Tongyu said knowingly. "The song's tempo is very slow, around 60 BPM. It uses this almost narrative style to create a cinematic, storyboard-like visual effect. I don't know if anyone thought of someone they wanted to reunite with while listening to it, but I did. I couldn't even remember who that person was, but the magic of this song is that it can awaken the deepest regrets in your heart."

He paused, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Moreover, the most striking aspect of this song lies in its 'blank space.' For example, the line 'I just want to say one thing to you, just one thing: long time no see.' The heart may have longed for you a thousand times, but upon meeting, one only dares to utter a polite 'long time no see.' This restrained, unspoken affection is far more poignant than straightforward 'I love you' or 'I miss you.' It accurately captures the helplessness of all those who have missed each other, at the moment of reunion, where a thousand words are reduced to a sigh."

"So, finally, I'd like to ask, Gu Yang, if you have the chance, could you introduce me to this creator named 'Luo Mu'?"

Gu Yang couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he listened to Zhuo Tongyu's high praise for his brother.

Upon hearing that Zhuo Tongyu wanted to see Ling Luo, he quickly glanced down at the audience.

Ling Luo nodded almost imperceptibly.

Gu Yang immediately replied, "Of course! I think Ling...Luo Mu would also be honored to receive your appreciation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ni Yuelan, who had finally recovered, grabbed the microphone and shouted urgently, "Gu Yang, I don't have anything to say anymore, Teacher Zhuo has already said everything! I just want to say one thing: when you introduce someone, please include me!"

Gu Yang opened his mouth in surprise, but could only nod quickly.

If he delayed any longer, he was afraid that Teacher Wei Shaoan would also come and join in the fun.

The host received instructions from the director and went on stage to continue the proceedings.

"Alright, now, please, our three judges and audience members, pick up your scoring devices and cast your valuable vote for Gu Yang!"

Ling Luo remained seated without moving.

Firstly, he didn't know how to use that thing. Secondly, he wrote the song, and if he voted for it again, it might be exposed in the future, giving others grounds for criticism and affecting Guyang.

He watched as the person next to him pressed a high score on the scoring device, and leaned back in his chair with relief.

Since Gu Yang is the last contestant, the result will be announced directly on stage.

Two minutes later, all the contestants returned to the stage and stood in a row behind Gu Yang.

"Alright, all contestants are in position! The final results of the first round of 'Sing, Youth!' are in my hands. Do you want to know?"