The song "The Actor" at the beginning stunned me with its portrayal of the aloof school be

"Who dares to cross the threshold of love?"

Gazing at the bright moon, my heart is filled with sorrow.

"A regret that lasts a thousand years, to be tasted in reincarnation."

"With eyes closed, who's the wildest?"

The chorus exploded.

Jiang Che's voice suddenly expanded out.

The moment that melody began, the air in the entire recording studio seemed to freeze for a moment.

This is a style of traditional Chinese music that the world has never heard of before.

Classical and modern elements blend seamlessly, creating a magnificent atmosphere that is both captivating and pleasing to the ear.

It has no airs of being highbrow or aloof; instead, it's like a gentle yet powerful hand that has captured everyone's heart.

The deathly silence lasted only a moment.

Immediately afterwards, goosebumps rose on the back of everyone's neck.

The audience members in the front row who were just dozing off immediately sat up straight.

Someone in the back row suddenly looked up.

The person who was looking down at their phone suddenly slammed it onto their lap.

All the pessimism and drowsiness were washed away completely by this chorus, leaving not a trace.

The boy with the buzz cut stood there with his mouth agape, unable to utter another sarcastic remark.

……

The first wave of shock began from the mentors' seats.

Qin Lie slammed his hand on the armrest with a loud thud.

The solemnity on this legendary singer-songwriter's face gradually crumbled, revealing an overwhelming emotion.

Cheng Xue's eyes reddened, and she raised her hand to press the corner of her eye.

Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, let out a long breath, and turned to say something to the person next to him.

"This song can stand as a benchmark for traditional Chinese style."

Those in the know understand the weight of this statement.

The entire audience stood up.

Applause and gasps of amazement erupted from all directions.

In the live stream, the barrage of comments that were just flooding the chat with "That's it?" was quickly drowned out by another voice.

"Holy crap???"

"This is what traditional Chinese style should be like!!!"

"I just said I was sleepy, and I'm taking it back on my knees now."

"I got goosebumps all over my body, who knows?"

Especially the most famous line in the song.

"Who dares to cross the threshold of love?"

That's the sentence.

Jiang Che suddenly unleashed a series of chilling trills.

One word after another swirled, lingered, rose, and then plummeted in his throat.

Flowing like clouds and water, yet precise as a knife.

Every note transition is clean and precise, landing precisely where it should, without the slightest ambiguity.

The second wave of shock instantly overshadowed the first.

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

A girl in the front row immediately covered her mouth.

Someone in the back row suddenly stood up, but didn't know what to say, and just stood there frozen.

The buzz-cut guy, who had just been muttering that "it'll collapse just like before," turned bright red and couldn't utter a single word.

That series of trills was like a string of beads falling down, one after another, each one precise.

The sound of the banging silenced the entire arena, leaving only that soaring voice echoing beneath the dome.

……

The first to lose their composure are those who know what they're doing.

Lin Xi'er stood up on the spot.

She didn't even realize she had stood up.

She leaned forward, her eyes wide open, subconsciously counting the syllables of the sentence in her mind.

One.

two.

Five.

ten.

Her fingers unconsciously followed the pinching motion.

Twelve, thirteen, fourteen.

Fifteen.

One line of lyrics contains a full fifteen vocal turns.

From beginning to end, it was clean and efficient, with no flaws whatsoever.

Lin Xi'er froze on the spot.

This can no longer be explained by the phrase "able to write traditional Chinese style poems".

Being able to write is a skill of composing.

To sing fifteen flawless trills in a single line of lyrics requires exceptional singing skill.

She is exceptional in both composing and singing.

This is a talent so terrifying it seems unreal.

She grew up in the music industry and has seen countless top talents.

She probably couldn't think of anyone who could sing this line to this level.

……

On the top of the table.

The sharp-tongued producer suddenly jumped up from his chair.

His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Qin Lie couldn't sit still any longer and cried out.

"Fifteen vowel sounds in one sentence?!"

He's been making music for twenty years, winning countless Golden Melody Awards, but he still wasn't confident he could sing this line so steadily.

Cheng Xue covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Even the seasoned judges, who had seen countless performances and grand occasions, looked at each other speechlessly for a long time.

One of the veteran judges muttered something.

"This line is something that ordinary people simply cannot sing."

"This is textbook-level handling."

this sentence.

It was immediately recognized as a stroke of genius by all the professionals present.

Its difficulty level has reached the very top of the industry pyramid.

To write this line is genius, and to sing it smoothly is even more genius.

When both of these traits are combined in one person, it's terrifying beyond belief.

……

The live stream chat went wild.

The number of online users was visibly soaring, with numbers jumping one after another.

The screen was filled with the same few sentences in the comments.

"I went back and counted, it really was fifteen trills!"

"Is this even sung by a human???"

"Cultural export reaches its pinnacle; this is what traditional Chinese style should be like!"

"I cut out this sentence separately and looped it thirty times, and it's still looping."

"They've knelt down, completely knelt down."

Jiang Che finished singing the last note and lifted his hands off the instrument.

The host quickly stepped forward, holding the microphone to his lips, his voice trembling.

"Jiang Che, could you please tell me whose poem 'Moonlight' is this?"

Jiang Che sat in the spotlight and uttered two words calmly.

"Original content".

The audience erupted in uproar once again.

Two words, and once again, publicly confirmed it.

……

And the most stark contrast followed immediately.

Following Jiang Che was Lin Wei.

She stood on the stage in a little dress, the lights shining on her, but she just couldn't muster any presence.

The lingering echoes of "Moonlight" still resonate throughout the venue.

Against the backdrop of such a divine song, her meticulously prepared original work by Shengda instantly paled in comparison to a blank sheet of paper.

Lin Wei's mental state collapsed the moment she stepped onto the stage.

The harder she sang, the more powerless she felt.

When she reached the high note in the chorus, which she should have easily mastered, she got nervous and went off-key.

That piercing sound was particularly jarring in the quiet meeting room.

The audience fell silent.

The results were dismal, far below what one would expect from a player in the center position.

The three mentors' comments were merciless.

Qin Lie bluntly stated that her breath was shallow and her emotions were empty; the work had been polished too much by the team, and she had lost her breath.

Shen Yan pointed out that her high notes were forced and lacked a solid foundation.

What's even more subtle is the attitude of the mentors.

They had watched the previous episode and were also online.

They already knew everything about Jiang Che and Lin Wei's past relationship and Lin Wei's character.

The coldness in his words was not hidden at all.

Lin Wei stood on the stage, her face turning red and white in turns, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot.

The female contestant next to her, who had echoed her in the previous episode, quietly moved her chair to the side.

It was as if sitting next to her was something shameful.

The others in the center area also kept their heads down, none of them willing to meet her gaze.

The person who just spoke disparagingly of Jiang Che was surrounded by colleagues sitting around him.

Those words felt like slaps to her own face.

……

All contestants have finished their competition.

The rankings for this period have been released.

Jiang Che is ranked first.

No doubt about it.

The live stream chat was filled with comments like "Well deserved."

The gap between the second and first place teams has widened considerably.

In this episode, he once again achieved a breakthrough.

Lin Wei sat in the center, looking at the name firmly placed at the very top of the big screen, feeling both surprised and frightened.

She suddenly remembered that fatal competition rule.

They ranked first overall and have the right to select players for the third round.

You can choose any player to compete against.

And she happened to be right under Jiang Che's nose.

Lin Wei's heart sank.

Will he choose me?

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the corner.

Jiang Che happened to notice that gaze.

He turned his head and glanced at Lin Wei.

Then, he responded with a very faint, disdainful smile.

There was no hatred or anger in that smile.

There was only a condescending, dismissive disdain.

Just that one smile.

Lin Wei felt a chill run down her spine and into her heart.

She knew better than anyone what that smile meant.

The person who will wield the knife has already been chosen.

She had nowhere to hide.