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

Zhang Minghui stood in the center of the stage, gently wiping away the tears that had rolled down his cheeks, and revealed a bright smile.

He bowed deeply towards the audience, in the direction of Gu Yang and Ling Luo.

There was a deathly silence in the studio for five seconds.

It was as if an invisible hand had gripped everyone's throats, making even breathing a luxury.

The next second, a deafening roar of applause and screams erupted, almost lifting the roof off the entire studio!

"Aaaaaah! Zhang Minghui is awesome!"

"It's so good! I'm completely mesmerized! He's totally captivated!"

Gu Yang was so excited his face turned bright red. He grabbed Ling Luo's neck and shook her excitedly, "Ling Luo! Did you hear that?! Your song is practically leaving no chance for the other contestants! Can I borrow your brain for two days, just two days!"

Ling Luo was almost suffocating from his grip, and she angrily pulled his bandaged arm off him: "Be careful, don't you want your hand anymore?"

He glanced at Gu Yang, who was still in a state of excitement, and raised an eyebrow: "I have another song here, called 'The Original Singer is the Last Song,' do you want to give it a try?"

  

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately shamelessly moved closer, clinging to Ling Luo's arm and refusing to let go: "I want her! Her thigh, please hug me!"

Just then, Suo Binbin rushed in from the back aisle like a gust of wind, plopped down in the empty seat next to Gu Yang, and asked breathlessly, "How did it go? Did I make it? Did Minghui sing?"

Gu Yang looked at him sympathetically: "You're late, they just finished singing."

"Ah!!!" Suo Binbin let out a desperate wail.

He was still traveling to another city for a gig yesterday, and despite his best efforts, his flight was delayed, and he almost missed his own show.

Gu Yang patted him on the shoulder and added gleefully, "The response was absolutely fantastic. Look at those people in the audience, their faces were all red, they were practically breathless from Minghui's singing. Teacher Zhuo stood there for ages without saying a word."

Suo Binbin immediately made a decision: "No, I have to watch the replay later! I can't miss a single second!"

As she spoke, the host, Dong Xuelan, trembled slightly in the hand holding the microphone.

She forcefully suppressed her inner turmoil and loudly stirred up the atmosphere: "I didn't expect Minghui to pull out such a trump card in the very first match of the regional competition! Aren't you all surprised?"

"Surprise!" came the unanimous response from the audience, a deafening roar.

Dong Xuelan took a deep breath and handed the microphone to the judges' panel.

"Alright, now let's invite the judges to comment on Zhang Minghui's performance. First, please welcome our teacher, Zhuo Tongyu!"

The camera instantly cut to Zhuo Tongyu's face.

However, Zhuo Tongyu did not casually cross his legs as usual.

He even maintained a semi-standing posture, with his hands on the judges' table, his chest heaving violently, and fine beads of sweat even seeping from his forehead, as if he had just finished a marathon that left him exhausted.

He looked at Zhang Minghui on the stage, opened his mouth, then closed it again, repeating this several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

An eerie silence fell over the scene once again.

Dong Xuelan was also taken aback, thinking there was a problem with the equipment, and tentatively asked, "Teacher Zhuo? Teacher Zhuo, can you hear me?"

Zhuo Tongyu seemed to be awakened by the sound, and suddenly raised his head, looked at Zhang Minghui with a complicated expression, and then picked up the microphone.

Everyone held their breath, thinking he was about to launch his usual sharp attack.

As a result, he exhaled a long, long breath into the microphone.

That breath carried a sense of relief at surviving a catastrophe and an unparalleled shock.

"I……"

He finally spoke, his voice terribly hoarse.

"I'm thinking about how to give my comments. I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, all I'll say is profanity."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The live stream chat paused for a second, then erupted in a burst of comments.

【What the hell did I just hear? Zhuo Yanwang said he wanted to swear? Is that what I think he meant?!】

Holy crap! This is the ultimate way to compliment someone! I'm so shocked I'm speechless; I can only express my admiration with my national treasure!

[Hey, be confident, it means exactly what you're thinking! Zhuo Yanwang was so shocked he wanted to say, "Holy crap, awesome!"]

Zhuo Tongyu ignored the commotion and stared intently at Zhang Minghui: "Back in the Beijing competition, I gave you 75 points. I said then that your technique was very good, but you had no soul; you were just a singing machine. Now, I take back what I said."

As he spoke, he actually raised his hand and gently patted his own mouth.

"I apologize to you for my arrogance and prejudice at the time."

These words shocked everyone present!

Zhuo Tongyu, who was arrogant and never bowed his head to anyone, actually apologized to a contestant on a live national broadcast!

Zhang Minghui was completely stunned on stage, waving his hands helplessly, "No, no, Teacher Zhuo, what you said back then was right, it was my own problem..."

"No, I was wrong." Zhuo Tongyu interrupted him, his tone resolute. "My mistake was that I didn't see the fire within you. Or rather, back then, you suppressed that fire yourself. But today, this song, this stage, has allowed you to completely rip that veil off!"

He paused, seemingly still trying to calm himself down.

"This song written by Luo Mu is simply not meant for human singers. From the gentle narrative of the verses, to the first emotional outburst in the chorus, to the progressively higher high notes in the bridge, and finally returning to tranquility at the end, it gives the singer almost no chance to breathe!"

Zhuo Tongyu's voice grew increasingly excited: "The difficulty lies not in how high the notes are, but in requiring the singer to maintain an almost abnormal level of control over breath and emotion amidst a barrage of high notes!"

"You might feel suffocated while listening to the song, and that's right, because the song's design almost completely lacks any obvious breathing points!" Zhuo Tongyu's gaze was piercing as he spoke, almost enunciating each word clearly. "And you, Zhang Minghui, during your performance, I couldn't hear a single breath, not even the slightest gasp! You did it perfectly..."

He paused for a moment, then with all his might, uttered two words.

"Absolutely perfect!"

He spoke the word "perfect" with absolute conviction. Even if he were given this song, he wouldn't be able to sing it even after practicing for a year and a half; the control over his breath was terrifying.

Gu Yang was so excited he almost jumped up on the spot. He shook Ling Luo's arm frantically and roared in a low voice, "Did you hear that! Did you hear that! Perfect! Teacher Zhuo said it's perfect! Ling Luo, look, this will dazzle those people's eyes!"

Ling Luo felt dizzy from his shaking and helplessly held her forehead.

This silly kid, if those words were caught on camera during a live stream, he'd be bombarded with hate online tomorrow.