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

The numbers scrolling on the big screen finally stopped slowly.

Zhang Minghui kept his eyes tightly closed, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't even dare to turn around and look at the number.

He knew this song was a game-changer.

But what if... what if I betray Ling Luo's trust?

Then, the host, Dong Xuelan, excitedly announced, "Congratulations to Zhang Minghui! He has received a total score of 1,281 votes! Let's give a warm round of applause to the first contestant to break the 1,000-point mark!"

A thunderous applause erupted.

Zhang Minghui turned around abruptly, and the golden "1281" on the big screen blurred his vision instantly.

The tears I had just managed to hold back finally burst forth.

He bowed deeply to the audience, his voice choked with emotion: "Thank you, thank you everyone..."

Aside from saying thank you, his mind went blank, and he stood on the stage somewhat at a loss.

Dong Xuelan, with her rich experience, immediately stepped in to defuse the situation: "Okay, Zhang Minghui, please calm down. We're about to draw the theme for the next round. Are you ready?"

Zhang Minghui took a deep breath and nodded solemnly: "Ready."

"Please look at the big screen. You can call a halt at any time. Whichever theme you stop at will become the theme for your next round, and it cannot be changed."

The text on the screen scrolled so fast that it was impossible to read what was written.

"stop!"

Zhang Minghui shouted it almost on instinct, since he couldn't see anything anyway, and it was purely a matter of leaving it to fate.

The moment the words were spoken, the large screen froze.

[Dreams in the Delivery Box]

There was a moment of silence, followed by whispers.

"I understand dreams, but what the heck is this dream in this delivery box?"

"Are all the regional competition themes this tricky? There were other ones like 'Piano music in a hospital corridor' and 'Late-night chats in a university dorm'... Couldn't they just write about dreams, resilience, and youth?'"

"Isn't that a narrow perspective? Anyone can write about dreams, but the dream in this takeout box has already predetermined the protagonist."

In the live stream, the new viewers who had just joined because of the curtain falling and Zhang Minghui were completely bewildered.

What's going on with this show? The theme can be done like this?!

[Oh no, I just searched, and there are hardly any related songs on NetEase Cloud Music!]

It's not that there aren't any options, it's just that they're too remote, with virtually zero choices. Isn't this blatantly making things difficult for people?

In the audience, Gu Yang, upon seeing this topic, immediately nudged Ling Luo beside him with his elbow and leaned in to whisper, "Ling Luo, do you... have any ideas about this?"

Ling Luo lowered her eyes in thought.

In my previous life, songs depicting the struggles and triumphs of the lower classes were quite common, such as "Living," "The Nameless," and even "Your Answer," which I had on hand.

He thought for a moment, then nodded: "It's not difficult."

  

It's not difficult as long as you can remember the song title.

Gu Yang froze, turned his head sharply, and stared intently at Ling Luo's profile.

Did you even have three seconds to think? You're saying it's not difficult?

Have all geniuses evolved to this level now?

Feeling the burning gaze, Ling Luo turned her head in confusion, meeting Gu Yang's accusing eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Did you guys secretly evolve behind my back?!" Gu Yang exclaimed in grief and indignation, almost shedding two crocodile tears on the spot.

Ling Luo: "..."

Sometimes, he really wanted to pry open this guy's head to see what was inside.

"Receive." He uttered a single word.

Gu Yang instantly composed himself, pursing his lips and saying, "Oh."

Suo Binbin, who was standing next to him, was suppressing a laugh, his shoulders shaking, and he was glared at fiercely by Gu Yang.

"Do you always put on such a show in front of Teacher Ling?"

"You don't understand!" Gu Yang snorted, finding pleasure in teasing Ling Luo.

His expression changed instantly. He sat up straight and, seeing that Suo Binbin was still sitting, urged, "Why are you still here? The second group starts in two hours."

"Oh, right, I'm going backstage now. Tell Minghui when he comes down, okay?"

"Alright, go ahead." Gu Yang waved his hand. "We'll go backstage later and come over after you go on stage."

The two waved goodbye, and Ling Luo looked at Gu Yang's injured arm as he waved, her temples starting to throb again.

This person has absolutely no sense of responsibility as a wounded person.

Ling Luo, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed his still waving arm and said in a deep voice, "Let's go backstage to rest and have something to eat."

At the backstage entrance, Zhang Minghui, already changed, was anxiously waiting for them.

Upon seeing the two, Gu Yang immediately gave them a thumbs up: "Amazing, Minghui! This first match is a sure thing for you!"

"Hehe, you do your best later too." Zhang Minghui chuckled, then turned to Ling Luo, instinctively standing up straight and bowing respectfully: "Hello, Teacher Ling."

After greeting him, he stood quietly to the side, unsure of what to do with his hands.

Before he knew her identity, he could treat Ling Luo as an equal, just like Gu Yang's friend.

But now, the other party is the legendary "Fallen Teacher," who is also his boss.

The fact that he didn't collapse on the spot due to the pressure of his dual identity is a testament to his strong mental fortitude.

Ling Luo nodded gently to him, then said to Gu Yang, "You two chat, I'll go buy some food."

Yang gave an OK sign.

As soon as Ling Luo left, Zhang Minghui visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Yang laughed: "Ling Luo isn't going to eat you, look how scared you are."

"...A teacher and a boss combined, do you think my little heart can handle it?" Zhang Minghui said with a bitter face. "By the way, Binbin hasn't arrived yet?"

"Your reaction time is too slow. He arrived a long time ago. He arrived right after you finished singing and is currently inside getting ready."

An hour later, the results of the first round of the top ten to top six were announced. Zhang Minghui won first place with an absolute advantage, with more than 300 votes ahead of the second place.

The moment the results were announced, the three of them excitedly hugged each other backstage.

After a short break, the second match began. Suo Binbin drew the third spot to play, a neither good nor bad order.

"You're so lucky," Gu Yang said enviously. "How come I'm the only one with a black tan? I even got injured on a TV show. Even coal miners in Africa aren't as black as me."

There are many songs available on the market that explore the theme of "youth".

Suo Binbin has a clean and delicate voice, and her singing of youthful love songs is very infectious. She successfully advanced to the next round with a third-place finish.

In the evening, the third game began, and the audience in the stadium had already changed three times.

Looking at the bustling audience, Gu Yang couldn't help but start doing the math: "Tsk tsk, this 'Sing, Youth' show makes three waves of money just from ticket sales, they're making a killing!"

Not to mention the live stream tips and the sponsors who are scrambling to get their hands on the content.

"After all that, we're all just working for the production team," he concluded.

Ling Luo was amused by his greedy little act, so she opened her phone and clicked on the page.