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

Dong Xuelan ran quickly onto the stage, her forehead still damp with sweat, clearly not yet fully recovered from the incredible performance she had just witnessed.

"Minghui, seeing how the audience was ignited by your song, is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?"

Zhang Minghui took the microphone, his chest still heaving. He wiped away his sweat, his voice hoarse.

"Thank you... thank you everyone."

He paused, as if remembering something, and added, "For this topic, Teacher Ling Luo actually... wrote three songs."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Tongyu, who was on the judging panel, suddenly looked up and, without even paying attention to the host's instructions, grabbed the microphone.

"Three songs? You mean three songs?"

The eagerness and disbelief were almost overflowing from the live stream.

"Yes." Zhang Minghui nodded quickly. "The song 'Exaggeration' counts as two songs because it has two versions. They will be released simultaneously on Cool Music tonight, so everyone can go and listen to them."

Zhuo Tongyu pressed further, "And there's one more?"

"There's another song that hasn't been released yet. Teacher Lingluo said that it will be released in a suitable place when there's an opportunity in the future."

Zhuo Tongyu held the microphone but didn't say anything more.

His gaze passed over the still-breathing figure on the stage and fixed intently on the backstage area.

Three poems.

I wrote three songs on one theme.

One of them even has two versions.

This desolation...

The chat room was going crazy.

Three songs?! Holy crap, does Teacher Ling Luo live in the recording studio? It's almost Chinese New Year!

[His prolific output is beyond description; it's to the point that even a sow would weep!]

[Two versions? Mandarin and Cantonese? Ahhhhh, I'm dying!]

[Just wondering, when will the other song be released?]

Noticing Zhuo Tongyu's unusual expression, Dong Xuelan quickly steered the conversation back on track: "Okay, thank you for Minghui's sharing! Now, we'll move on to the most crucial part—the judges' comments. First, please welcome... Mr. Zhuo Tongyu!"

All eyes in the room instantly focused on Zhuo Tongyu.

Zhuo Tongyu took a deep breath and picked up the microphone again.

  

"I don't want to comment on singing skills, nor do I want to comment on technique."

His first words silenced the entire room.

He stared at the camera, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"All I want to say is that Zhang Minghui on this stage today is a rampaging demon king, while Ling Luo is not even human."

After saying that, he picked up the tablet, tapped it hard with his finger, and locked the score.

I have nothing to say.

After he finished speaking, he slammed the microphone down on the table with a "bang".

The scene was deathly silent.

In the backstage dressing room, Gu Yang's mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

He knew the song was great, but he never expected it to be this great in the ears of a professionally sharp-tongued critic like Zhuo Tongyu.

"Damn..." Gu Yang muttered to himself, "Ling Luo, if this hadn't been a live broadcast, would Teacher Zhuo have just started cursing?"

Ling Luo glanced at the screen and actually nodded in agreement.

indeed.

"Let's sneak away when the show ends."

Don't let Zhuo Tongyu catch you.

On stage, Dong Xuelan was also stunned by this "inhuman" comment, and it took her several seconds to react: "Okay...okay, thank you, Teacher Zhuo! Next, please welcome our atmosphere maker, Teacher Qi Hanzhe!"

Qi Hanze, abandoning his usual nonchalant attitude, picked up the microphone with a strange and conflicted expression.

"Let me tell you, I had prepared a whole bunch of scathing remarks."

The moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere shifted dramatically, and the audience burst into good-natured laughter.

"But!" Qi Hanze changed the subject, shrugging with a look of utter despair, "Teacher Zhuo's move just now completely overshadowed me, making me feel really awkward right now, you know?"

"What can I say? He stole all my lines!"

The laughter from the audience grew even louder.

"All I can say is that from beginning to end, my feeling was both frustrating and exhilarating!"

He slammed his hand on the table.

The moment the profanity was uttered, the screams at the scene almost lifted the roof off!

"This feeling of flirting with madness on the edge of destruction! This ruthless determination to tear everything apart for you to see! This is what a stage is all about! This is what art is all about!"

After shouting, Qi Hanze turned his attention to the camera, revealing a smile that suggested he was enjoying the spectacle.

"As for Ling Luo... all I want to say is, you monster, can you take it easy next time? How are other creators supposed to survive if you keep doing this? Give them a break!"

Backstage, Gu Yang burst out laughing.

"He's so knowledgeable."

Ling Luo glanced at him expressionlessly.

He doesn't understand me like you do.

Gu Yang's laughter stopped abruptly. He didn't know what scene was playing on repeat in his mind, but his ears turned bright red instantly.

Commentary continues.

Xiao Ruqian adjusted his glasses and said succinctly, "A perfect artistic presentation, where the singer and the performer are perfectly in harmony. It shouldn't appear on a competitive stage; as you said, that's a case of 'dimensional reduction' (lower-dimensionality attack). It should be placed in the true temple of music."

In the end, Ba Meng was still clutching that bare lollipop stick in her hand.

She looked at Zhang Minghui, her eyes sparkling.

"Brother Minghui, I always thought you were a slow-witted, funny guy."

"Now I understand."

"You are a very, very talented singer."

There are no fancy words, only the most sincere affirmation.

These few words instantly brought tears to Zhang Minghui's eyes, who had just emerged from a state of frenzy.

Dong Xuelan stepped forward at the opportune moment: "Thank you to the four judges for their insightful comments! Now, the most exciting moment has arrived! Please, judges, score Zhang Minghui!"

On the big screen, numbers scrolled below the portraits of the four judges.

Backstage, Gu Yang clenched his fists again, his palms sweating profusely.

"Teacher Zhuo has such high standards, she probably won't give me a perfect score, right?" he asked nervously.

Ling Luo said calmly, "This song is a trump card; it shouldn't be too low."

really......

The scores light up simultaneously!

Zhuo Tongyu: 98 points!

Xiao Ruqian: 96 points!

Ba Meng: 96 points!

Qi Hanze: 99 points!

"Holy crap!" Gu Yang jumped up from the sofa, his voice cracking.

Qi Hanze's 99 points ignited the entire stadium!

Dong Xuelan was also shocked: "Teacher Qi Hanze! 99 points! Just one point away from a perfect score. May I ask why that one point was deducted?"

Qi Hanze picked up the microphone, grinning like a fox that had just stolen some fish.

"Because I anticipated their prediction."

After saying that, Qi Hanze waved his hand and said, "Just kidding."

"I gave it 99 points because I want to see what tricks Ling Luo and his singers can pull off in the next round."

He raised an eyebrow at the camera, looking arrogant and irritating.

"This point is for their future. I'm afraid if I give them all the points now, they'll become arrogant and there won't be any room for improvement."

This reason is utterly absurd.

You've given it to me before!

But the audience loved it, and their screams grew louder and louder.

"Total score from the professional review panel—389 points!" Dong Xuelan announced loudly.

"Now, the most crucial moment has arrived!" Her voice was full of fervor. "One thousand audience members, please pick up your voting devices and cast your precious vote for Zhang Minghui's 'Exaggeration'!"

"Countdown, ten seconds!"