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

The electronic intro is extremely penetrating, with dense drumbeats and a strong sense of rhythm.

Almost three seconds after the music started, a boy with gray hair slammed the buzzer in front of him.

"Ding!"

The shrill notification sound drowned out the music.

All eyes in the room instantly focused on him.

"I know! It's Qiao Feifei's 'Electric Wave Trap'!" the boy shouted excitedly, his face full of confidence.

Someone from the production team immediately gave an OK sign.

The director nodded in satisfaction: "Correct answer! Chen Ziming, contestant from the Haicheng division, earns one point!"

Chen Ziming proudly gestured with his chin to those around him, garnering envious or jealous glances from the other contestants.

Gu Yang stood there, slapping his forehead in frustration.

He had heard the song before, but it sounded familiar. His mind was completely blank, and he couldn't remember the song title or the singer at all.

"The contestants from Haicheng are quite strong this year," Suo Binbin said in a low voice, only saying half a sentence.

The second half of the sentence is, "It wasn't like this in previous years either."

Gu Yang nodded and glanced at Zhang Minghui beside him.

Forget it, with his slow reaction time, we can't count on him for this round of the game. He might not even realize what the song for the first question is until everyone else has answered three questions.

"Second question, get ready!" the director's voice rang out again.

This time it's a melodious piano prelude, with a beautiful and pleasant tune, clearly a widely popular lyrical song.

Gu Yang's spirits lifted; he knew the song well!

The thought had barely formed in his mind when his hand slammed heavily onto the buzzer!

"Ding!"

"It's 'The Thirteenth Letter' by Li Sheng, the Prince of Love Songs!"

"Correct answer! Gu Yang from the Beijing division, one point!"

  

A small commotion broke out in the venue. Many contestants slapped their thighs in frustration. They knew the song too, but they were just a beat too slow to react.

Suo Binbin happily gave a thumbs up.

Zhang Minghui looked around and still felt it was safer to keep his mouth tightly shut.

Chen Ziming's gaze darkened as he stared at Gu Yang's retreating figure, as if he were eyeing his prey.

Backstage, Ling Luo sat on the sofa in the rest area, staring at the switchboard in front of her.

His mind contained a musical library, filled with countless classic works that could be considered legendary in the world.

But his music library, which he was so proud of and which could crush the world, had one thing in common: it lacked any popular songs native to the world.

This is a blind spot in his knowledge.

A fatal blind spot in his knowledge that he never anticipated.

Ling Luo's fingertips tightened slightly, and her usually calm face became a little serious.

Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. It seems I need to spend more time learning about the world's music culture in the future.

Otherwise, if he were the one on the field now, the outcome would be disastrous.

After thinking it over, Ling Luo loosened her clenched hands, her expression returning to calm.

The quiz competition continues.

"Question Four!"

"Question 7!"

……

The buzzer-beaters echoed throughout the room, the scores fluctuated, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.

After guessing all forty songs, Chen Ziming from Haicheng won first place with an absolute advantage, Sun Lin from Hangzhou came in second, and Gu Yang, whose foundation was not weak, barely squeezed into seventh place.

As for Zhang Minghui... because his reaction time was more than twice as long as others, he didn't get a single question and gloriously came in last place.

After the quiz ended, Zhang Minghui's face was scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

Gu Yang put his arm around one of them and said, "It's okay, it's just one round of the game. There will be other opportunities later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the director went on stage: "Round two, Pictionary! The top three teams from each city will automatically form a team. One person will draw the strokes, and the other two will guess the song title. The time limit is ten minutes. The team that answers the most correctly wins! For each correct answer, everyone gets one point!"

Gu Yang and Suo Binbin exchanged a glance and decisively pushed Zhang Minghui out.

"Minghui, you draw, and we'll guess!"

"Don't be nervous," Gu Yang quickly gave him some advice, "Just gesture with your hands to indicate the characters, so we can guess from the number of characters."

This time, Gu Yang's heart was in his throat.

He himself didn't care; Ling Luo was there to support him. Even if he came in last, he believed Ling Luo could still write a song.

However, Suo Binbin and Zhang Minghui have their own style. If their ranking is too low and the topic they want is chosen by someone else, it will be very disadvantageous for them.

Despite the tension, the show still started.

At first, the three of them had no chemistry. Zhang Minghui drew a sun, and Gu Yang and Suo Binbin guessed for a long time what it was: "moon," "pancake," and "steering wheel," which made Zhang Minghui so anxious that he almost threw down his paintbrush.

Fortunately, after working through two questions, I finally found my rhythm and things got smoother and smoother.

When Zhang Minghui saw the question board for the tenth question, his eyes lit up instantly.

He immediately turned around and held up three fingers.

Then she made a throwing motion, ran to the open space where she had been "thrown," and imitated the graceful movements of a girl, twisting her waist and waving her water sleeves.

A burly boy performing a graceful dance... the sight was simply unbearable to watch.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence, then erupted in deafening laughter.

Gu Yang and Suo Binbin laughed so hard they lay down on the ground, pounding the floor, tears streaming down their faces.

Zhang Minghui was so anxious he almost ran over and smashed their heads.

"Puppet Show!" Gu Yang squeezed out three words from between his laughter.

"Correct answer!"

Another point.

As Gu Yang wiped away his tears, he thought to himself that he had to ask the production team for this segment of the recording later; it was definitely a timeless classic.

In the end, the Beijing division made a comeback with a score of fifteen questions, winning first place, and each of the three contestants received an additional fifteen points!

"Minghui, what were you thinking... Hahaha, you thought of dancing?" Suo Binbin laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight.

Gu Yang pursed his lips, his shoulders swaying as he tried to suppress his laughter, his face turning red.

Zhang Minghui stared with bewildered eyes: "Last time Gu Yang sang this, didn't the backup dancers dance like this?"

"Then you imitated a puppet, you... hahaha... what were you thinking, my God!" Suo Binbin couldn't stop laughing whenever she thought of those cringe-worthy dance moves.

"I can't remember," Zhang Minghui said matter-of-factly.

At that moment, all he could think about was the most breathtaking scene from the dance.

During the 20-minute halftime break, the three of them walked arm in arm toward the locker room.

Suo Binbin continued her incessant interrogation of Zhang Minghui: "No, tell me honestly, did you secretly practice that dance at home? The way you twisted your waist, the way you flicked your sleeves, I dare say even professional female dancers don't have that kind of charm!"

"Get lost!" Even with his thick skin, Zhang Minghui couldn't withstand such teasing, and his ears turned bright red.

Gu Yang laughed so hard he almost choked, and didn't forget to add insult to injury: "Indeed, Minghui, I think you should consider changing careers. Being a dancer is definitely more promising than being a singer, really."

"That's enough, you two!"

Backstage, Ling Luo looked at the score on the screen, which showed a comeback, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He unscrewed three bottles of warm water and quietly placed them on the table.