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

At the same time, Ling Luo closed her eyes and her consciousness sank into the palace of memories.

Gu Yang's performance had just ended, and just by listening to the thunderous cheers from the audience, you could tell that the emotional intensity of this song was definitely not low.

He stood in front of the light screen on the sixth floor, where the numbers in the upper left corner of the screen were jumping upwards at an almost frantic speed.

[Positive Emotional Value: 275 million]

[Negative Emotion Value: 45]

The popularity of "Long Time No See" and "Youth" has not completely subsided, and with the addition of this new song, the emotional value of the three songs is stacked up, increasing by tens of thousands almost every minute.

"call!"

Ling Luo let out a soft sigh and said to the empty hall, "In the future, could you deduct the fees for songs that have already been released directly?"

The light screen did not respond, but the number in the upper left corner plummeted instantly.

[Emotional Value (Positive): 145 million; Disposable Value (Positive): 58]

[Negative Emotional Value: 45; Negative Disposable Value: 18]

Ling Luo's eye twitched: "Why was 130 million deducted? Wasn't it 30 per song?"

A line of black text appeared on the screen:

[“Long Time No See” is priced at 30 yuan, “Youth” at 50 yuan, and “Puppet Show” at 50 yuan. Factors such as song quality, popularity, and fame will collectively influence the purchase price.]

"Shady businessman!"

Ling Luo cursed under her breath.

However, when he thought of "Fighting the Typhoon," he felt a little better. Since that piece of music wasn't redeemed through the light screen, he didn't have to pay a penny, which was a pleasant surprise.

Even so, the three songs combined only generated 76 emotional points, far from the goal of five million.

Pulling her thoughts back to reality, Ling Luo opened her eyes. The contestants' performance videos were still playing on the large screen.

The atmosphere in the backstage dressing room was somewhat tense at that moment.

Gu Yang, Suo Binbin, and Zhang Minghui sat in a triangular formation, facing each other in silence.

We've only met three times, so there's really nothing to talk about.

Suo Binbin felt extremely uncomfortable. He looked at Gu Yang on his left and then at Zhang Minghui on his right, feeling that the silence was suffocating him.

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He cleared his throat, trying to start a conversation: "Um..."

"Huh? What!" Zhang Minghui turned his head sharply, his eyes still filled with confusion, a purely subconscious response.

"Ahem, I mean, you guys are really amazing, much better than the people I know..."

Before he could finish speaking, Suo Binbin realized something was wrong, shut his mouth in annoyance, and wished he could slap himself.

What kind of talk is this? It sounds like they're trying to put each other down.

God knows he really just wanted to give a compliment.

Gu Yang raised an eyebrow, almost thinking this guy was going to try to sabotage him right there on the live stream.

However, judging from his embarrassed look, as if he wanted to disappear into the ground, it didn't seem like he did it on purpose.

He was about to speak up to smooth things over when he heard Zhang Minghui nod thoughtfully, his eyes still somewhat unfocused: "I think so too."

Gu Yang: "..."

So, what kind of oddballs are these two beside him?

One speaks without thinking, while the other seems to have no brain at all.

Gu Yang raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead.

Destroy it, hurry up.

The chat room must be in an uproar right now.

Suo Binbin signed with a small company, and he gets criticized a lot because of his sharp tongue.

Now that the three are on the same stage, the three-match competition is over, and the rankings are determined, there is no need to make enemies.

Besides, if you build good relationships with these talented singers, it will be easier to negotiate when you need someone to sing Ling Luo's new songs in the future, and you might even get a discounted price.

After thinking it over, he stretched out his long arm and familiarly put his arm around Suo Binbin's shoulder, looking like two good buddies.

"Bin, I'm telling you, you shouldn't stay home all the time. Go out more often, and you'll meet more people, right?"

Upon hearing this, Suo Binbin breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Yang was really kind; he actually took the initiative to help him out of the predicament.

"Okay, shall we meet up after the show?"

"Sure," Gu Yang readily agreed. "We'll contact each other on Green Bubble later."

"It's almost over, right? It feels like..." a long time has passed.

Just as Suo Binbin relaxed, she blurted out something else.

Gu Yang reacted quickly and covered his mouth tightly.

He turned his head to block the microphone at his collar, gritted his teeth, and whispered a reminder: "From now on, when you speak, just say the first half of the sentence."

The second half of the sentence is full of offensive remarks, enough to give the haters a good laugh for half a day.

With his mouth covered, Suo Binbin nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice.

Just then, a憨厚 (honest and simple) voice came from the side: "Okay."

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at Zhang Minghui beside them.

Gu Yang's forehead creased with two question marks: "What's good?"

"Let's go out and have some fun," Zhang Minghui replied earnestly.

Gu Yang and Suo Binbin: "..."

Is this reaction time so slow? Did it just travel around the Earth and come back?

Yang gave an "OK" sign weakly, feeling exhausted and not wanting to talk anymore.

On stage, Dong Xuelan finally finished her emotional farewell segment.

"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to kick off tonight's solo performance segment!"

The live stream chat instantly went wild.

[It's here! My solo night!]

[High-Energy Warning! Non-combatants, please evacuate immediately!]

[Guys here, this ticket is an absolute steal tonight! One phenomenal performance after another!]

[Wow, I'm there in person, and I can even watch the live stream on my phone! Double the fun, you guys wouldn't understand!]

[To the person above: I urge you to be kind, don't force me to kneel down and beg for your vote!]

Inside the break room, Zhang Minghui asked blankly, "Who's going first?"

Gu Yang sighed: "You go first, brother."

This show doesn't use lotteries; it's based on ranking. He's in third place, so naturally he's the first to sing.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, and a staff member poked his head in: "Mr. Zhang Minghui, please prepare at the backstage entrance."

Zhang Minghui then said "Oh," nodded, slowly stood up, and followed him out.

Yang Gang breathed a sigh of relief, but the door was pushed open again.

Zhang Minghui poked his head in and waved vigorously at the two of them: "I'm going first, good luck to you guys too."

The smiles on Gu Yang and Suo Binbin's faces both froze.

"...You keep going too."

Having received a response, Zhang Minghui nodded with satisfaction before finally leaving.

Once the footsteps had faded into the distance, Suo Binbin sighed, "Truly, you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Indeed." Gu Yang deeply agreed.

Zhang Minghui was a big, burly man with stubble, looking like a tough guy.

Who would have thought that I have such a long reaction time and am actually a bit silly?

"Sure enough, 'fierce' and 'cute' are homophones," Gu Yang couldn't help but exclaim.

On stage, without the restrictions of choosing songs for the competition, everyone was stunned when Zhang Minghui opened his mouth.

It was an extremely vast and soaring grassland song, with a powerful and resonant voice that made you feel as if you could really see eagles circling and herds of cattle and sheep.

Ling Luo's eyes lit up.

This contestant has an extremely wide vocal range and a distinctive voice. In the past, in order to cater to the mass market, he chose pop songs, which actually suppressed his own strengths.

Third place is still underestimated.

Ling Luo silently memorized Zhang Minghui's name, thinking that perhaps they could find an opportunity to collaborate on the future "New Voice Creation Camp".

Next up was Suo Binbin.

He changed his previous style and chose an extremely tender love song. His voice was clean and delicate, with a hint of brokenness, which contrasted sharply with Zhang Minghui's powerful voice.

As Ling Luo listened, her fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on her knees.

A melody long buried deep in his memory quietly surfaced in his mind.

That voice seems to match that song... very well.