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

At this moment, Zhou Ke's face had turned from a liverish color to an ashen one.

He was publicly berated by a younger idol, and then publicly executed by a peer using theoretical knowledge.

His dignity was shattered by Xia Meng.

Seeing this, the host quickly stepped in to smooth things over, turning his attention to the last music producer who had not yet spoken.

The producer adjusted his glasses, his expression serious.

"I have nothing more to add." He said succinctly, "Teacher Xia Meng and... Gu Yang have already said everything I wanted to say."

He looked at Zhou Ke, his tone carrying an undisguised sarcasm.

"Music is alive, and so should people. Those who are complacent and stagnant will only be eliminated by the times."

"I did give it."

The final result was three votes in favor and one vote against.

Feng Yuxi has advanced.

"Aaaaaaah!"

A huge cheer erupted from the audience.

On stage, Feng Yuxi was stunned at first, then her eyes reddened, and she bowed deeply to the judges' seats and the audience.

Only then did he have a chance to speak.

He picked up the microphone, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Teacher Zhou Ke, I don't really have any special skills, but my strength lies in breaking boundaries. Our company has a motto: 'Don't arbitrarily define an artist.'"

  

I hope we can both strive to remember this.

Ignoring Zhou Ke's unpleasant expression, he bowed again, then turned and left the stage.

The recording of the program has ended.

Backstage.

As soon as Feng Yuxi saw Ling Luo and Gu Yang, tears streamed down her face.

"Gu Yang... thank you..." he choked up, "I... I've let Teacher Ling down..."

"What's embarrassing? You sang very well." Ling Luo patted his shoulder and handed him a bottle of water.

"Exactly!" Gu Yang was still angry, but his tone softened considerably when speaking to Feng Yuxi. "You advanced! That's the best slap in the face! That stubborn old man surnamed Zhou, he'll be furious!"

Ling Luo glanced at Gu Yang, who was still indignant beside her, said nothing, took out her phone, and opened Weibo.

as predicted.

The show had just finished airing when several related terms trended on social media.

#Foxtail grass on the earthen slope#

#NewSongFinalSong#

#Gu Yang angrily confronts judge Zhou Ke#

#Zhou Ke questions whether the writer has run out of ideas#

Among them, the hashtags #GuYangAngrilyConfrontsJudgeZhouKe# and #ZhouKeQuestionsTheCurrentSkillsOfTheCurrentSkills# have the highest popularity, followed by a purple-red "Explosive" icon.

When I clicked in, the comments section was already in an uproar.

Zhou Ke's Weibo was flooded with comments from Gu Yang and Luo Mu's fans.

[Old man, if you don't understand, don't spout nonsense! "You've run out of ideas?" Do you even deserve to comment on Teacher Luomu?]

[At her age, she's still trying to smear celebrities and profit from their misfortune!]

[What kind of music critic is he? He's just a troll!]

However, at the same time, there are also many so-called "rational and objective" people and supporters of Zhou Ke who are refuting this.

Although Zhou Ke's words were harsh, he had a point; Feng Yuxi's voice really didn't match.

[What right does a mere idol like Gu Yang have to act so wildly in that kind of setting? It's incredibly rude!]

I think the show's ending was due to being overhyped by fans, leading to reckless behavior. This song would be much better sung by someone else.

It's not that he's run out of talent, but this selection of personnel was definitely a mistake.

Gu Yang also saw these comments and was so angry he was about to explode again.

"Are these people deaf?! I've made myself perfectly clear, and they're still washing their hands of it!"

He picked up his phone, ready to go online and start playing.

A hand reached out and pressed down on his phone.

It's Ling Luo.

"Don't rush." ​​Ling Luo's expression was calm, as if the bloody storms on the internet had nothing to do with him.

He simply stared at his phone screen, his fingers swiping across it slowly and deliberately, as if browsing some trivial news.

Gu Yang was taken aback: "You're not angry?"

Ling Luo glanced at him and said calmly, "Why are you angry?"

They say you've run out of ideas!

"Oh," Ling Luo responded, her gaze returning to her phone. "Then let them talk."

Gu Yang was completely speechless.

The emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is.

He could only watch as Ling Luo leisurely scrolled through Weibo, feeling a surge of anger welling up inside him, unable to vent it.

About ten minutes later.

Ling Luo finally put down her phone.

No, he didn't give up; instead, he switched accounts.

They switched to the topic that millions of people were watching—[The Curtain Falls].

Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved closer.

Ling Luo's fingers flew across the screen without hesitation, and the outline of a long article quickly appeared.

Unlike Gu Yang, he didn't directly launch into a tirade, nor did he rush to refute the doubts.

He first forwarded the full version of the video "Foxtail Grass on the Slope" released by the program team.

Then, a text was added.

The curtain falls:

About "Foxtail Grass on the Slope".

This song is inspired by a true story. The story is real, and so is Xiao Huang. It's not just a simple folk song, but a personal memory.

Memory is divided in two.

Half of it is soil, the village entrance, swaying foxtail grass, and a hometown I can never return to. This half belongs to the past.

The other half is asphalt road, security doors, beautifully packaged dried meat, and rooms with lights on but no one in sight. This half belongs to the present.

What kind of voice should be used to sing a story of things changing and people being gone?

I need a voice that inherently carries the quality of "now." Clean, clear, even with a touch of modernity and detachment that seems out of place. When that voice sings of the most genuine nostalgia, that sense of temporal and spatial discontinuity is the core message the song wants to convey—we can't go back.

Feng Yuxi's voice is the perfect choice I've been searching for for a long time. Not just one of them.

Thank you for his performance.

After sending this message, Ling Luo paused for a moment.

Although he didn't actually think about these things, it didn't stop him from doing reading comprehension.

By piecing together and combining other people's ideas, it's easy to write a short essay.

Gu Yang, watching from the sidelines, was filled with excitement: "That's right! Exactly! Let's see what those idiots have to say now!"

However, Ling Luo did not stop.

He started a new line and directly tagged Zhou Ke's Weibo ID.

[The End of the Curtain V:]

Also, in response to @music critic Zhou Ke.

You questioned my creative abilities on the show, suggesting that this collaboration was a "mismatch." I was quite surprised.

Because I remember that three years ago, you praised the album "Bloom in the Ice and Snow" by the British indie band The Echoes in your music review column "Ke Yan Ke Yu".

You wrote the following at the time: "The lead singer uses his signature, cold, and glamorous synthesizer-like voice to sing the lament of London's working class. This extreme contrast, far from being jarring, is like a scalpel chilled to ice, precisely slicing open the bloody wound between class and reality. This is the highest form of artistic expression."

Teacher Zhou Ke, have you forgotten what you wrote yourself?

Or is it that this kind of "highest level of artistic expression" is only meant to happen abroad, and becomes a "mismatch" and "mistake" once it appears in our own works?

Or perhaps your professional standards vary from person to person and can be flexibly changed at any time?

If you don't understand, you can learn.

However, he still talked about double standards in front of a national audience, misleading and distorting the minds of young people.

Mr. Zhou Ke, this is your arrogance and prejudice as a music critic.

send.

All in one go.

The whole process took no more than two minutes.

Gu Yang watched in stunned silence.

Holy crap.

That's like killing someone by breaking their spirit!

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like peeling off Zhou Ke's face, throwing it on the ground, and then stomping on it countless times with his own theories.

Ling Luo put down her phone, looked up, met Gu Yang's shocked gaze, and a very faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Gu Yang nodded quickly, "Impressive! He found Zhou Ke's past information in ten minutes and then used his exact words to retort."