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

Zhuo Tongyu's voice was slightly hoarse from the performance, "What Teacher Xiao said earlier is correct. Pure stance training is indeed difficult to achieve very good results on the competitive stage. But today, Minghui's stance training broke this conventional wisdom. His stage performance today was like a mirror, reflecting the audience, the screen, and even millions of you and me."

After saying that, he let out a long sigh.

"We always talk about singing skills, techniques, stage presence... but Zhang Minghui and Luo Mu tell us that all of these can be ignored in the face of ultimate emotional resonance. I think this is the charm of music itself, and this power transcends music itself."

Zhuo Tongyu's words drew admiration from the audience. His statement was not just praise, but also a questioning of the current state of music.

Ling Luo sat in the audience, her brows furrowing slightly. Teacher Zhuo's words were tantamount to taking away many people's cake.

After thinking for a moment, Ling Luo took out her phone and asked Shao Hui to keep an eye on the online activity related to Zhuo Tongyu.

When it was Xiao Ruqian's turn, he unusually took off his glasses and rubbed his temples vigorously.

When he looked up again, this creator, who is known for his calm and objective nature, had a look of relief after struggling.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

"I've always wondered what kind of person Luo Mu really is. He can write a groundbreaking, technically brilliant song like 'Never Left,' and he can also write a song like 'Nameless' that's... simple to the point of being cruel."

He paused, his gaze piercing through the lens, as if speaking to someone.

"I can only say that the Chinese music scene has been silent for too long. I think Mr. Zhuo is right. We need this kind of voice, and we need musicians who dare to speak up for ordinary people."

Zhuo Tongyu turned to look at Xiao Ruqian, and for a moment, there was a sense of mutual respect between them.

"As for Zhang Minghui," Xiao Ruqian's gaze returned to the man on the stage, "you were like a brave and resilient messenger. You conveyed all the information and emotions in this song perfectly, even beyond expectations. I have nothing to say but admiration."

The microphone was handed to Ba Meng, and after holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to utter a single word in a hoarse voice.

"Awesome!"

In an instant, the scene was once again engulfed by a wave of applause and screams.

Next comes the scoring process.

The host, Dong Xuelan, spoke with a hint of excitement: "Please write down your scores on the tablets, teachers."

The four teachers wrote down the scores almost without hesitation and then placed the tablets on the table.

The large screen began scrolling, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

  

"Now all the teachers have finished grading. So, what scores did each teacher give? Please look at the screen!"

As Dong Xuelan spoke, the scores were revealed one by one.

Xiao Ruqian: 99 points

Zhuo Tongyu: 98 points

Qi Hanze: 100 points

Ba Meng: 98 points

When Qi Hanze saw the scores of the others, his mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape, and his eyes widened in shock.

"No way, you three betrayed me! I thought I was definitely going to get 100 points this time!"

Goodness, he predicted everyone else's predictions, but they didn't play by the rules at all.

Xiao Ruqian smiled and put his glasses back on: "I already gave it to him last time, 100 points. We should take turns, so everyone gets a fair share."

Zhuo Tongyu also joked, "Minghui and I are old acquaintances. He's also a judge in the Beijing division. I'm afraid people will say I'm being biased if I give him 100 points. I'm afraid I'll be drowned in netizens' spittle."

Xiao Ruqian and Xiao Ruqian exchanged a knowing smile.

Even before the show ends, posts criticizing them will probably start flooding in like snowflakes.

Ba Meng covered her mouth and laughed, "Hehe, I just reached a cooperation agreement with Teacher Luo Mu a few days ago, so it's not convenient for me to give it a perfect score right now. I'm also afraid that the haters will flood my Weibo."

So if you're going to criticize, include me.

"Hey, so that's how everyone plays, huh!" Qi Hanzhe was dumbfounded, then immediately switched into his dramatic persona, turning sharply to face the main camera with a sincere expression: "Teacher Luomu! Look at me! Look at me! I'm still got it, I can still fight for another ten years! I'm asking for your cooperation!"

Qi Hanze's actions made everyone in the audience laugh.

Ling Luo also breathed a sigh of relief. If you're so capable, then go and badmouth all four judges.

Four, top-tier, two of whom are singing champions; even those with capital would have to think twice.

The song that has come to an end has once again become legendary.

In the end, Zhang Minghui won 1337 votes, becoming the third group's two-time champion and advancing directly to the next round.

In the studio, golden ribbons rained down from the sky, and thunderous applause erupted and lasted for a long time.

In the audience, Gu Yang suddenly jumped up, as excited as a wild monkey, grabbed Zhang Minghui's support sign and waved it wildly: "Minghui, awesome! 999 pure gold, awesome Glass!"

He was still holding Ling Luo's hand with his other hand, and the force was so great that it almost pulled Ling Luo off her seat.

Ling Luo withdrew her hand expressionlessly, pinching her wrist, which was aching from being pulled, feeling as if her bones were about to break.

Sitting not far away, Xiao Xiao, a fan who had just finished watching the show, held a camera. Remembering her roommate Zhou Mengya's request, she deliberately used the camera to scan the audience to see if Gu Yang was sitting there cheering for Zhang Minghui, just like before.

Upon witnessing this scene, I instinctively pressed the shutter button.

By the time they realized what was happening, their hands had already separated.

Xiao Xiao put down her camera in disbelief, then suddenly remembered something and quickly looked through the photos she had just taken.

They were indeed... holding hands?

"Holy crap!!!" After the initial shock, he patted his chest with a sense of relief: "Luckily, Gu Yang turned to Ling Luo, not Teacher Luo Mu."

Gu Yang, completely unaware of the situation, was still cheering.

Suo Binbin, standing up beside him, realized his hands were empty. Quick-thinking, he grabbed the support sign from Gu Yang and pulled it between them, yelling, "Minghui is amazing! Minghui is fantastic! Minghui will be on Xingyao tomorrow!"

Ling Luo sat next to Gu Yang, awkwardly covering her face. It was truly... hard to put into words.

On stage, Zhang Minghui, with his muscular face and muscular physique, faced the audience and raised his hands above his head, making a large, clumsy heart shape.

This almost made the audience's eyes pop out of their sockets.

Ling Luo gritted her teeth, determined to give these two an image management course when she got back. If they continued to let themselves go like this, Fan Yin would eventually become a mudslide in the entertainment industry.

Just then, the next round of drawing lots began on stage.

Zhang Minghui's luck was as good as ever, or rather, it was uncanny.

The theme he drew was "A Monologue in the Mud".

When Ling Luo saw this line of text, even her usually calm eyes flashed with surprise.

The themes Zhang Minghui drew were almost all very similar to his personal experiences. His luck was practically predetermined; he didn't even need to prepare any emotions, he could just play himself.

but......