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

Seeing her frozen expression, Ling Luo assumed there was something wrong with the song and frowned slightly: "Teacher Ni, is something not quite right?"

"No, no, no!" Ni Yuelan snapped out of her daze, quickly waving her hands, her voice rising several decibels, "This song... is wonderful."

Fearing that Ling Luo might misunderstand, she put her headphones back on and listened even more carefully this time.

The meticulous handling of the arrangement, every nuance, every chord shift, exudes a natural professionalism and dedication.

This song, if given to any diva, would be worthy of being the title track of an album.

Is a work of this quality really written in just one week?

Ni Yuelan took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and no longer hesitated.

She took out her phone and opened the bank's app: "Send me your bank card number, and I'll transfer the money to you right now."

Seeing that she had no objection to the song, Ling Luo nodded and sent her a card number.

Soon, my phone beeped with a crisp notification that the money had arrived.

Ling Luo opened the text message and glanced at it. Her gaze lingered on the string of zeros for a second, and her brows furrowed. "Teacher Ni, this is too much."

five million.

Given his current fame, buying out a song might be worth that price, but for just the right to perform it, it's ridiculously high.

"Not much." Ni Yuelan had already put away her phone, her attitude firm. "You get what you pay for. This song is worth this price. Ling Luo, let me tell you the truth, in the future, when we collaborate, we'll only consider the quality of the work. If the quality is high, the price will only be higher."

She was expressing her stance and reassuring Ling Luo.

What she wants is not favors, but works that will allow her to establish a more stable position in the music industry.

Ling Luo understood her unspoken meaning.

As long as it's not a favor owed, he certainly doesn't mind having too much money.

"Okay." He nodded, which meant he accepted.

The money and goods were settled, and everyone was happy.

"Mr. Ni, the show is about to start, I'll head back to the audience now. Please feel free to contact me if you need my assistance during the subsequent recording."

After all, having received so much money, necessary after-sales service is still required.

Looking at his businesslike manner, Ni Yuelan couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, take care."

Only after Ling Luo left and the door to the lounge closed did Ni Yuelan let out a long sigh of relief and click on the arrangement again.

  

This time, she hummed along in her heart, her face beaming with an undisguised smile.

……

Ling Luo returned to the audience seats and sat down in the reserved seat next to Gu Yang.

The venue was brightly lit, the music was deafening, and the crowd was filled with the frenzied screams of fans.

Amidst the noise, he quietly squeezed his phone in his pocket, his heart beating faster than usual.

five million.

That's enough to buy another top-of-the-line artificial climate simulation chamber.

very nice.

The third competition was similar to the previous two, except that it included a theme in the song selection.

Dong Xuelan stood on the stage in a blue fishtail dress, with a friendly yet polite smile on her face.

The three teachers took their seats in turn, but there was an empty chair next to the judges' table.

"Welcome everyone to the third round of the Beijing competition. Good afternoon to all the viewers here and in the live broadcast room."

To make up for the runtime and to curry favor with the various entertainment companies, the production team specially arranged an opening performance.

Both group performances featured newly formed singers, but unfortunately, the stage effects were disappointing.

Ling Luo sat in the audience, shaking her head as she watched.

The group's dancing resembled calisthenics, and their singing resembled a collective recitation.

The other group was slightly better, but the lead singer couldn't reach the high notes or the low notes, constantly flirting with the line between breaking and not breaking.

This level of skill wouldn't even get you past the threshold of a trainee on Earth.

Ling Luo picked up the free drink provided by the production team and took a sip, silently complaining to herself: After eating so much bran, suddenly switching to regular rice is a bit hard to digest.

"Thank you luck and stars for the wonderful performance." Dong Xuelan's smile remained unchanged as she professionally went through the motions.

She then changed the subject, pointing to the empty seat next to the judges' panel.

"As you all have noticed, we have an extra table and chair at the judges' table today... Do you know why?"

"Hehe, that's right, we have one more judge today, but..."

Dong Xuelan deliberately drew out her words and smiled mysteriously: "This judge doesn't participate in the evaluation, but she holds a full three hundred votes! As for whether those three hundred votes are cast separately or all at one person, I have no idea. So, all you contestants, good luck!"

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Holy crap! There are only a thousand votes in total, and this guy has taken three hundred of them? That's a difference of just one vote!

[How can this even be played? If all 300 votes were given to one person, even if the other three judges gave them zero points, that person would be guaranteed a spot in the finals!]

[Exciting! The contestants backstage must be sweating bullets.]

Now, not only do I need to sing well, but I also need to pray that my opponent doesn't please this new judge too much.

[I get it! The computer shows the live stream from the stage, while the phone shows the backstage stream – double the fun, hehe.]

The atmosphere in the live stream room was instantly ignited.

On stage, Dong Xuelan announced loudly, "Now, please welcome our last judge to the stage!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the large screen behind her lit up with dazzling starlight, and a crack appeared in the middle of the light, through which a figure could be vaguely seen standing.

Backstage lounge.

Gu Yang and Feng Yuxi stared intently at the screen in front of them.

"Gu Yang, look at this shadow, who does it look like?" Feng Yuxi swallowed nervously.

"The light is too bright, who knows who it is?" Gu Yang squinted, his eyes almost watering, but he still couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.

He pursed his lips in annoyance and looked away: "Ugh, the production team loves to do all this fancy stuff. Can't they just release the person directly? It's driving me crazy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the large screen opened completely to both sides.

In the light, the person who emerged was not dressed in a glamorous gown, but in simple sportswear, holding a microphone, and walking slowly and calmly.

The moment the person's face was seen, there was a deathly silence, followed by a deafening roar of screams.

"Wow!"

"Splash!"

"what?"

The sounds of chairs being knocked over and gasps of shock rose and fell.

There was also a very abrupt sound in the middle.

And in the live stream room, everyone's gone crazy right now.

Regardless of whose fan they were before, now they only see the person in the center of the stage.

[Ahhhh! It's Aunt Dongxuan! My mom's idol! I actually saw Aunt Dongxuan in person!]

[Another diva! My goodness! Did the production team pull out all the stops? This lineup is absolutely amazing!]

[My sister's appearance was a total flashback! My dead youth suddenly started attacking me!]

"Welcome singer Ren Dongxuan!" Dong Xuelan took the stage at the right time to control the atmosphere, but her voice was quickly drowned out by wave after wave of heat.

Ling Luo, who was in the audience, paused for a moment after seeing who it was, her fingers holding the bank card.