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

Zhuo Tongyu slumped back into his chair, unable to close his mouth for a long time.

"This...this ending really takes traditional Chinese style songs to a whole new level."

He thought the curtain call was just bragging last week, but now... ouch, his face really hurts.

Ni Yuelan and Wei Shaoan remained silent for a long time, and Ni Yuelan even began to doubt her professional judgment over the years.

This afternoon, she learned that Luo Mu could also sing sweet songs with ease, which had already challenged the limits of her understanding.

She didn't expect that just a few hours later she would realize how wrong she had been.

Does this person have no weaknesses?

"Now that the curtain has fallen, we've already had a sad love song, an inspirational song, and this sweet little song I'm holding, and now we have another one with opera-style ancient Chinese elements..." Ni Yuelan murmured to herself, "What new tricks do you think he can unlock?"

"I don't know, this world is too crazy." Wei Shaoan slowly shook his head. "But the regional and national competitions that follow are all themed competitions. Who knows, they might really expose everything that's been exposed."

At this moment, not only was the scene completely silent, but even the usually bustling live broadcast room fell into an eerie silence.

As soon as Gu Yang started speaking, the number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

New viewers, who had just been invited by their friends to watch this epic battle of the gods, fell into deep thought as they looked at the screen, which had no comments and displayed the number of 90 million online viewers in the upper right corner.

This doesn't make sense. Ninety million people are watching the live stream, yet not a single person is typing anything?

Are all the people in this live stream bots?

A comment cautiously drifted by, instantly shattering the tranquility.

Shut up! We are worshipping a miracle; we must be devout!

[Quiet down, everyone! I just finished kowtowing to my grandma and am about to kowtow to Guyang!]

I hereby declare that from this day forward, I am a believer in the end of the curtain!

Immediately, it was like a thunderclap that woke up all the audience members.

The screen in the live stream was instantly flooded with dense text, and the scrolling comments were so fast that it was impossible to read what was written.

  

Guanghe Entertainment, Lyrics and Composition Department.

In one office, discarded manuscript papers covered the floor, making it impossible to walk.

The musical instruments were carefully placed on the shelf, standing out starkly from the surrounding chaos.

A man in his thirties sat in the only chair, his beige T-shirt and messy hair making him look somewhat slovenly.

On the computer in front of him, a live stream of "Sing, Youth" was playing.

After Gu Yang finished singing, the stage lights came on, and he silently lit a cigarette. His expression was obscured by the swirling smoke.

He switched to the background and opened the creative group of that top songwriter. He hadn't checked it for more than a few minutes, and the number of messages had already reached 99+.

He didn't bother to look through the chat history, and simply typed a line: "I lost."

After sending the message, I closed the chat app, opened NetEase Cloud Music, and skillfully searched for "Puppet Show," only to find that the song was not yet available.

"Old Le, it must be lonely smoking alone. Come on, I'll keep you company."

A head popped in, and the person couldn't hide their smile; it was as if the words "gloating" were written all over their face.

Le Hong's lips twitched. These people were truly born gossip magnets, lining up to watch him make a fool of himself, weren't they?

"No need. The regional competition is in two weeks. I heard you wrote a song for that kid Chen Zixuan?" Le Hong stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said with a forced smile, "I'll smoke with you then."

"Get lost, you just wait, I'll treat you to a celebratory drink later!"

"cut……"

The two parted ways, and their friendship capsized in an instant.

On stage, host Dong Xuelan has returned for a comeback, and the final results for the Beijing division are about to be announced.

Gu Yang, with 936 votes, is currently in first place.

Second place: Suo Binbin, 865 votes.

Everyone knew that Ren Dongxuan's three hundred votes would directly determine who would win the championship.

In an instant, all eyes in the room, along with the live broadcast cameras, were focused on the fourth seat on the judges' panel.

Dong Xuelan stood on the stage, her forehead dripping with cold sweat.

She couldn't understand why the production team made this decision. This wasn't just three or five votes; it was three hundred votes that could directly reverse the outcome!

With time running out, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Then, Teacher Ren, please make a choice regarding the allocation of your three hundred votes."

Ren Dongxuan looked at Gu Yang with a hint of provocation in her eyes.

"You brat, beg me, beg me and I'll give it to you."

Upon receiving the signal, Gu Yang rolled his eyes and slightly raised his chin.

"Don't even think about it."

Ren Dongxuan clicked her tongue in regret, realizing that Gu Jing, Gu Yang's brother, had wasted all his hard work.

Gu Jing originally wanted to force this kid to go home and inherit the family business, but the kid was very stubborn.

What a pity, what a pity! Such a wonderful drama about a wealthy family has been missed.

Disappointed, Ren Dongxuan picked up her pen and wrote down the score on the electronic screen.

After clicking "OK", the votes for all the contestants on the big screen behind me began to rise rapidly.

In the final, frozen moment, dazzling ribbons floated up above the stage.

Gu Yang: 1036 votes!

Ren Dongxuan ultimately gave Gu Yang 100 votes as a reward, and distributed the remaining 200 points to five other contestants she admired.

"Okay, thank you all for your hard work..."

After a passionate expression of gratitude, Dong Xuelan officially announced: "The top three finishers in the Beijing division are Gu Yang, Suo Binbin, and Zhang Minghui! Congratulations to the three of you for representing the Beijing division in the regional finals!"

"Now, please move backstage to prepare for your final solo performance!"

……

On stage, Dong Xuelan was still saying her final goodbyes to the last seven contestants.

Gu Yang had already arrived backstage.

"Waaaaah, Gu Yang, I'm really at the bottom." Feng Yuxi rushed over to him as soon as she saw him.

He was indeed ranked tenth. There was nothing he could do; everyone else was ranked sixth, and he was the only clueless guy. He gave it his all in the first round, and his trump cards had already been seen through.

"Oh, my good son, don't cry. Let's ignore those old bastards." Gu Yang imitated his mother and patted his back in a very professional manner.

"Get lost! All you ever do is try to take advantage of me!" Feng Yuxi shoved him away. "At school, I'm the boss to you bunch of bastards!"

Despite the teasing, he sincerely said, "Congratulations on winning the championship. I knew you could do it."

"Absolutely!" Gu Yang raised his chin high, his eyes darting around. Heaven knows how difficult this song is to learn.

Shortly after, Feng Yuxi went on stage to give his acceptance speech, and his competition video began to play on the big screen.

When asked why she participated in the program, Feng Yuxi simply replied, "I can get academic credits and an internship certificate."

The live stream fell silent immediately after these words were spoken.

After the silence came a thunderous roar of agreement from the college students.

When does the show open for registration next year? Academic credits aren't important; what matters is our love of singing!

Yes, yes, for the dream! By the way, how many credits does it give?

[Look at me, production team! I sing incredibly well, I'm just doing this to... no, to realize my musical dreams!]

In no time, the number of private messages from the program's backend system crashed the server.

Poor Feng Yuxi had no idea that her careless remark would lead to the program having to hold an extra round of auditions next year, specifically to screen out college students who knew nothing but wanted to get credits.