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

Next up was the most senior singer, Xiao Ruqian.

He slowly took out an eyeglasses case from under the seat, opened it, took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and solemnly put them on.

He was meticulous throughout the entire process, his expression as serious as if he were preparing for an important academic presentation.

Zhuo Tongyu couldn't stand it anymore and immediately wanted to "report" it: "Hey, Teacher Xiao, this is going too far! Giving feedback is fine, but why bring your own props?"

Ba Meng, whose eyes were still red, burst out laughing at his antics, her voice thick with a nasal tone: "Teacher Xiao, I don't remember you being nearsighted?"

Xiao Ruqian adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes scanning the stage and the audience behind the lenses, before speaking in a serious tone.

"Don't you understand? This is called professionalism."

He cleared his throat, ignoring his colleagues who were trying so hard not to laugh, and picked up the draft paper on the table.

"Let me start from the perspective of arrangement. In my opinion, this song is no longer just a song; it is a work of art."

"Luo Mu is a terrifying person."

Xiao Ruqian's tone became serious: "He opened with the simplest piano and strings, like throwing a pebble into a calm lake. Once you're drawn in by the ripples, the drums and bass transform into a sharp knife, instantly dissecting the entire structure and revealing the magnificent world within. This progression and shift in emotion is so smooth it sends chills down your spine."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Zhang Minghui.

"Let's talk about you. I noticed that when you were dealing with those consecutive high notes, you used a mixture of head resonance and chest resonance. This singing method places extremely high demands on the singer's physical abilities and is very physically demanding."

"To be honest, I was really worried for you the whole time. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to hit the high notes, and I was also afraid that if you did, you wouldn't be able to get off the stage. It's like you're singing with your life on the line."

"But you not only sang it steadily, but the intensity of your emotions was actually rising!"

"All I want to say is thank you and the curtain fell for bringing us a world-class audio-visual feast. Congratulations on finding the song that suits you best."

If the first two judges still retained a trace of rational professional analysis, then the third judge, Ba Meng, was completely overwhelmed by emotion.

Her voice choked up as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I...I don't know what to say...My tears haven't stopped since the very first line of your lyrics."

"Looking at the lyrics alone, this song is an exquisite love song. But from your perspective, and sung by you, it's also an inspirational anthem for pursuing dreams. To be honest, both versions move me deeply."

Ba Meng tried to calm herself down: "Zhang Minghui, you're not singing alone. You've sung your entire ten years to the fans who have always supported you. Thank you for making us cry and for healing us."

Hearing this, Zhang Minghui's eyes also reddened, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Ling Luo below the stage.

When it was his turn to speak, he spoke more than ever before.

"Thank you, Teacher Ba Meng. Actually, this song was very difficult for me when I first started practicing it. That's because I just treated it as a very straightforward love song to sing."

These words immediately piqued everyone's interest.

Zhuo Tongyu immediately pressed, "So how did things change later? Did you find the feeling of singing for your fans?"

  

"It was thanks to Teacher Luo Mu's guidance," Zhang Minghui said gratefully. "I practiced for over twenty hours, but my technique and emotion weren't up to par, and I was on the verge of a breakdown. In the middle of the night, on a whim, I sent Teacher Luo Mu a message, and to my surprise, he replied instantly."

"I told Teacher Luo about my predicament, and she only replied with one sentence."

Zhang Minghui took a deep breath and repeated, "He asked me: 'Minghui, what do you think is the meaning of the word "love"?'"

One sentence left all four judges stunned.

What is the meaning of the word "love"?

This is a very big and very deep question.

Zhang Minghui smiled and said, "I was also stunned at the time. I thought of every word in the world that contained the word 'emotion'—love, family, friendship... but I always felt that something was missing."

"Until the curtain fell, the teacher said again: Everything in the world is about emotion, but emotion itself is unsolvable. It is a very contradictory thing. There are millions of people in the world, and there are millions of interpretations of emotion. Don't think about the standard answer, just sing it in combination with your own feelings, and you will be able to sing this song well."

"I thought about it all night, from the first message my fans left me to the opportunity that Teacher Luomu gave me... all of it led to this live performance."

"So, I've said all this to thank Teacher Luo Mu once again. Just like the lyrics say, when I'm rowing against the current, you're there pushing me forward from both sides. Thank you!"

After speaking, Zhang Minghui bowed deeply in the direction where Ling Luo was.

What's even more damning is that after the match, Zhang Minghui wrote a 3,000-word thank-you note on his Weibo account and tagged him in the post.

Society is dead!

Of course, this is a story.

Now, it's the last judge's turn, the rising idol Qi Hanze.

He didn't launch into a long speech; he simply looked calmly at Zhang Minghui and slowly began to speak.

"There are many people in this industry who have great singing skills, and there are also many people with interesting stories."

"However, those who can perfectly blend top-notch singing skills with an exceptional sense of storytelling are extremely rare."

Qi Hanze's gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Zhang Minghui, his tone filled with undisguised admiration.

"You did it today."

He suddenly changed the subject and smiled, "I only have one suggestion: don't sing this song in competitions anymore."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

He continued, "Let's give the contestants a chance. Of course, if you absolutely have to sing, just don't go up against me; I can't handle it either."

This half-joking remark, however, was an affirmation of the performance!

Thunderous applause erupted once again in the studio!

Suppressing her excitement, Dong Xuelan quickly walked onto the stage: "Thank you to the four judges for their insightful comments! Now, the most exciting moment has arrived! Judges, please reveal your scores for Zhang Minghui!"

Everyone at the scene and in the live broadcast room held their breath.

On the big screen, numbers began to scroll wildly below the portraits of the four judges.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

The first to stop was Zhuo Tongyu.

【98】

The entire audience gasped! You know, there's no perfect score in art; 98 points is practically a perfect score in the eyes of those in the industry!

Immediately afterwards, Qi Hanze's score also stopped.

【99】

The scene instantly erupted in cheers!

It's not over yet!

Tomoe, [99]!

Xiao Ruqian, [98]!

Four judges, four near-perfect scores!

Total score: 394 points!

This is the highest score ever recorded since the start of the regional competition of "Sing, Youth"!

Dong Xuelan was so surprised that her mouth was half open. It took her a long time to react before she used all her strength to announce the result.

"The judges' scores are now in! Audience members, please pick up your scoring devices and score Zhang Minghui. You have two minutes to score; the timer is now on!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the number representing the audience votes on the big screen began to climb rapidly.

"There are a total of 1,000 votes in the live audience. The total score for the regional competition of 'Sing, Youth!' is 1,400 votes. Zhang Minghui has already received 394 votes. It seems that he has a great chance to become the first contestant to break the 1,000-vote mark!"

Dong Xuelan provided commentary from the sidelines to prevent the atmosphere from becoming awkward.

Two minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"Five, four, three, two, one!"

"Time's up, please lock your tickets!"

Dong Xuelan waved her hands, and the numbers on the big screen jumped wildly until the very last moment, then suddenly froze!