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

Meanwhile, the third round of the competition officially began.

On the big screen, the rankings of all the contestants scrolled in real time. There were thirty contestants from ten cities representing the Northeast region. Gu Yang was currently sixth, Suo Binbin nineteenth, while Zhang Minghui was twenty-fourth, a rather precarious position.

"Good luck in the last race," Gu Yang patted Zhang Minghui on the shoulder. "Minghui, as long as you make it into the top twenty, you'll have many more options later on."

Suo Binbin nodded, his eyes revealing a sense of pent-up energy.

Just then, the director walked onto the stage with a megaphone, cleared his throat, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"The final round is an individual competition called 'Find, Find, Find!' We've hidden 500 slips of paper with song titles written on them. Each contestant needs to find them within the allotted time and accurately sing any three lines from the songs. Finding and singing them correctly earns one point. Finding them but singing them incorrectly earns no points!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of groans erupted from the contestants.

"What the hell?! Five hundred songs? Whose brain is a Chinese music library?!"

"Even if you find someone, they might not sing. Isn't it all about luck?"

Hearing the complaints around him, Suo Binbin leaned close to Gu Yang's ear and whispered, "I seriously suspect that the production team made us sing three lines because they don't have to pay copyright fees for those three lines."

Gu Yang was taken aback, then nodded solemnly: "...That makes sense."

Suo Binbin's eyes lit up, and she had another idea: "Hey, that's right! Let's not worry about whether we can sing it or not, let's just search like crazy. When there are only ten minutes left in the countdown, we'll meet back here, take out all the slips of paper we have, exchange them, and only pick the ones we can sing!"

"Great idea!" Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled Zhang Minghui aside and finalized the plan in a few words.

The three exchanged a glance and charged into the arena with high spirits.

Who cares, let's find it first!

In the lounge, Ling Luo looked at the three figures huddled together on the screen and helplessly wiped her face with her hand.

He wasn't worried about anyone else, but Gu Yang... This kind of game that relied purely on luck was a disaster for him.

Sure enough, not long after the competition started, each contestant began to make gains.

Only Gu Yang, they practically had to lift up the floor tiles of the studio to look for it, but they couldn't even find a trace of a note.

What's strange is that he always manages to precisely avoid all the places where the notes are hidden. One note was stuck on the door of a fire hydrant, and he passed by it three times, stubbornly taking it as a fire safety sign.

"Sigh!" Ling Luo leaned back on the sofa, looking at the figure on the screen who was busy like a spinning top but had achieved nothing, and felt like laughing.

Judging by Gu Yang's luck, he probably won't be able to use the songs he currently has.

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After thinking it over, Ling Luo slumped back on the sofa, looking at Gu Yang who was busy like a spinning top but had achieved nothing.

On the other hand, Zhang Minghui's luck was ridiculously good. Since terminating his contract with his former employer, his fortunes seemed to have turned around, and the stack of slips of paper in his hand visibly thickened.

Although Suo Binbin has a sharp tongue, he has relatively stable luck, reaping moderate rewards and making steady progress.

At this moment, Guyang is on the verge of collapse.

He grabbed the cameraman who was filming him, and asked indignantly, "Dude, are you sure your production team really left notes? Why! Why can't I find a single one!"

The photographer could hardly bear to watch. Every time, he felt that Gu-Yang was about to find it, but Gu-Yang always managed to make a graceful turn and miss the target.

This kind of luck can no longer be explained by carelessness.

When Gu Yang passed by a chair with a hidden note for the fourth time, the photographer couldn't hold back any longer. He quietly tugged at Gu Yang's sleeve and desperately gestured with his eyes: Look! Look under the chair next to your feet!

Gu Yang stared at him blankly and asked, "Big brother, is your eye twitching?"

Photographer: "I..."

He sighed in despair, watching helplessly as Gu Yang passed by perfectly once again, heading towards the empty distance.

A contestant following closely behind Gu Yang, following the photographer's gaze, bent down and pulled out a piece of paper from under the chair, bursting into excited laughter.

Gu Yang heard the laughter and turned around in confusion. Wasn't that the place where the photographer's "eye cramped" just now?

emotion……

"Ah!" Gu Yang pouted, a lump forming in his throat, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

He turned to the photographer, looking apologetic, and said, "I'm sorry, bro, I misunderstood you!"

The cameraman was almost in tears. He had filmed so many episodes and seen terrible people, but he had never seen anyone this bad.

"Time's almost up, the game ends in ten minutes," the director's voice came over the loudspeaker.

"Alright then." Gu Yang glanced around under the seats one last time, but finally stood up straight, resigned. "Let's go find them."

Back at the meeting point, Suo Binbin saw Gu Yang and immediately ran over: "Gu Yang, Gu Yang! I found thirty-four! What about you?"

"I..." Gu Yang exclaimed, leaning heavily on Suo Binbin's shoulder. Hearing about the results, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Not a single one... found."

Suo Binbin froze completely.

Is this record really true?

Zhang Minghui then walked over, somewhat embarrassed, and showed the slip of paper in his hand: "I have forty-two."

Suo Binbin and Zhang Minghui exchanged a glance, silently accepting the fact, and then patted Gu Yang on the back together: "It's okay, we still have a lot together."

"Yes, you just need to sing it out."

Gu Yang raised his head with a pitiful look: "Fine, I'm alright at singing."

But he forgot that the rules of the game are: find it and sing it.

When the director came back on stage and emphasized that "only the slips of paper that you find yourself will count," Gu Yang was completely dumbfounded.

"What should we do?" Suo Binbin also looked worried and distressed.

This round carries a huge weight in the score, and one wrong move can leave you trailing by tens of points. Gu Yang only had 31 points so far; if he scores zero in this round, he'll be stuck at the bottom.

"It's okay, you guys answer," Gu Yang gritted his teeth, "If there are any you don't know, I'll sing them for you and help you find the right pitch! The rules don't say we can't ask for help, right?"

In the end, Suo Binbin added 29 points, bringing his total to 47. Zhang Minghui, on the other hand, had incredible luck, scoring 35 points and jumping to 50, directly overtaking Suo Binbin.

Gu Yang, who was originally leading the group, had his total score fixed at 31 points.

Not only were they the last of the three, but they also ranked third to last among all thirty contestants.

"Good," Gu Yang comforted himself, "not coming in last place is nothing to be ashamed of."

Suo Binbin added sarcastically from the side, "Is there a difference between last place and third from last?"

Gu Yang suddenly turned his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and gritted his teeth, saying, "If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth!"

Suo Binbin immediately made a zipping motion on his mouth, not daring to add fuel to the fire.

With this comeback, Zhang Minghui went from the brink of elimination to the top ten, ranking eighth.

The winner was neither Chen Zixuan from Haicheng nor Sun Lin from Hangzhou, but Zheng Ping from Jinshi, whose performance had been mediocre.

In the final round, he found more than fifty slips of paper, and with the points from the previous rounds, he narrowly defeated Chen Zixuan by one point, unexpectedly winning the championship.

At the end of the show, the director announced: "Next, the songs for the next round of the competition will be selected in order of the final rankings."

Instantly, everyone's eyes fell on the big screen, and the people ranked at the bottom all looked increasingly grim.