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

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow: "Comes with built-in electronic music?"

This kind of voice is both a gift and a constraint; it's difficult to find a song that perfectly matches it.

However, this was not a problem for Ling Luo.

Several classic songs from his past life flashed through his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"This kid could make it into the top ten."

But going all the way to the end will be difficult. Unless, of course, a top-notch producer tailors a project specifically for him.

Feng Yuxi finished his performance with 792 votes, better than his previous performance.

After a break, the live stream resumed at 8 PM.

It was past nine o'clock at night when it was Xu Yuxuan's turn.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Ling Luo opened her eyes from her brief rest.

As the intro began, Ling Luo's eyes instantly turned playful.

Zhuo Tongyu's songs?

When Zhuo Tongyu mentioned wanting to get to know him, he made a point of listening to Zhuo Tongyu's early works.

He had just heard this song before, and it left a deep impression on him.

"Tsk, the original singer and judges are sitting right there in the audience, they've got some nerve." Ling Luo leaned back, arms crossed. "Trying to play the emotional card?"

That's quite a clever plan.

Singing a song in front of the original singer, if you sing it well, will make the judges look good, and the score will naturally be high.

If the singing wasn't good, in order to save face for the judges, the other two judges and the audience didn't dare to give too harsh a score.

"The company behind this kid is quite shrewd."

Unfortunately, they miscalculated one thing.

Zhuo Tongyu is not one of them.

After finishing the song, Xu Yuxuan was slightly out of breath, his face showing just the right amount of excitement and humility.

During the commentary segment, host Dong Xuelan followed the usual procedure until she handed the question to Zhuo Tongyu.

The focus of everyone's attention instantly shifted to the man whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhuo Tongyu picked up the microphone and remained silent for a full five seconds.

"I think this song is mine." His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Xu Yuxuan was overjoyed. He was just wondering how to steer the conversation here, but Zhuo Tongyu brought it up himself!

He immediately replied, "Yes, Teacher Zhuo! I've always really loved this song of yours, so I wanted to take this opportunity to pay tribute to you!"

Zhuo Tongyu nodded, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

  

"Excuse me, I don't really like your tribute."

"I wrote this song to commemorate a friend who passed away in an accident. But your arrangement sounds... like it's celebrating his passing."

"Perhaps you have other ideas, but I don't accept them here."

After saying that, he slammed the microphone down on the table and didn't say another word.

The scene was deathly silent.

The audience members who were just swaying to the rhythm now had their smiles frozen.

[Holy crap! No wonder it sounded so awkward to me! I cry every time I hear Zhuo Laoshi's original version, but I actually wanted to laugh at Xu Yuxuan's version!]

[I remember Teacher Zhuo mentioned the background of this song. Didn't Xu Yuxuan do his homework before choosing this song? Isn't he just walking into the line of fire?]

[What nonsense are you spouting! Our Yu Xuan was just trying to pay tribute to his teacher. What does Zhuo Tongyu mean by this? Is he deliberately suppressing a newcomer? He's ungrateful for our good intentions!]

[Exactly! I think he's just trying to promote that Gu Yang and deliberately belittle our Yu Xuan!]

Zhuo Tongyu's fans and Xu Yuxuan's fans immediately started arguing in the live stream.

Gu Yang's fans, led by a few prominent fans, maintained strict discipline.

No fighting, no explanations, no taking sides.

Whenever Gu Yang was mentioned in the comments, they all spammed the same thing:

Yes, yes, you're right.

At first, everyone thought they were being sarcastic or sarcastic.

But later we found out that they really only knew how to say this one sentence, like a group of emotionless repeating machines.

It's like punching cotton, and then being politely asked, "Does your hand hurt?" Xu Yuxuan's fans are almost driven crazy, and they can't even bring themselves to curse him.

On stage, Xu Yuxuan's face turned pale and then red; he hadn't actually looked up the background of the song's creation.

He sang it because the company gave it to him.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

The final score was 121 points, of which 100 points were awarded by teachers Wei Shaoan and Ni Yuelan, each giving 50 points as a token of friendship.

"How could this happen... The company assured us it was foolproof..."

Xu Yuxuan walked off the stage dejectedly, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

Ling Luo was in a good mood looking at him.

"It seems that Gu Yang's bet on the prize is secure."

He simply didn't believe that a large company like LeRan Entertainment would make such a basic mistake as not checking the background of the songs they chose.

The only explanation is that Xu Yuxuan offended someone at the company and was used as a pawn, thus being tricked.

With this negative news story, LeRan Entertainment only needs to issue a statement, shifting all the blame to the artist's personal behavior, and they can clean themselves up completely.

"Gu Yang, that guy, is incredibly lucky."

At this moment, Gu Yang was standing at the stage entrance, preparing to go on stage.

He brushed past Xu Yuxuan, whose face was dark with anger.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Xu Yuxuan stopped and asked through gritted teeth.

Gu Yang also stopped, slowly turned around, and looked him up and down.

"Yes, it's going to be a big show."

He paused, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"The main character in the play is an idiot."

After saying that, Gu Yang ignored Xu Yuxuan and walked straight onto the stage.

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly reversed, and the oppressive and awkward atmosphere was completely washed away by the wave of enthusiasm.

"Ah, Guyang, Guyang."

The audience below the stage went crazy, chanting Gu Yang's name wildly.

A young woman sitting next to Ling Luo practically sprang from her chair, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Gu Yang! I'm here! Look this way!"

The penetrating voice made Ling Luo's ears ring, and he moved to the side without making a sound.

On stage, Gu Yang stood in the center, his figure outlined prominently by the lights. He waved to the audience, and the volume of the crowd rose another notch.

After the screams subsided, he grasped the microphone and smiled slightly.

Hello everyone, it's been a long time.

A simple opening line, while simultaneously promoting the previous song "Long Time No See," achieves two goals at once.

Ling Luo leaned back, unable to suppress the upward curve of her lips.

When did this kid become so smart?

The fan of Gu Yang next to her clearly understood the sentiment as well. She turned around excitedly, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light: "Bro! You got it too, didn't you! Our Yangyang's move was absolutely brilliant!"

Ling Luo raised an eyebrow and nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah, it's alright."

"Hey, stop pretending to be aloof. All fans of Gu Yang are family!" The female fan was obviously very outgoing, and as she spoke, she bent down and started groping under the seat.

The next second, a huge support sign was shoved into Ling Luo's arms.