After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Jiang Yichen walked off the stage and went directly into the backstage dressing room.

The atmosphere at the scene became extremely delicate because of his words.

Boos came from the South Korean audience.

Park Joon-hee leaned back in his chair and gave a cold laugh.

"Pretentious. I'd like to see what he can actually pull out."

Miyamoto Kawa crossed his arms, his eyes sharp. He couldn't believe that a young Chinese man could produce an arrangement that surpassed "Dong Feng Po" in such a short time.

Five minutes later.

All the stage lights were turned off.

The entire Gorchi Sky Dome was plunged into darkness.

There was no host to introduce the program, and no unnecessary setup.

"despair."

A beam of cool white spotlight shone down on the center of the stage.

There was a black grand piano there.

Jiang Yichen changed into a dark red retro trench coat and sat down at the piano.

He lowered his head slightly, his fingers hovering above the piano keys.

The entire room fell silent.

next second.

Jiang Yichen's fingers fell.

A cool, melancholic piano prelude, imbued with a strong classical feel, instantly filled the entire venue through top-notch live sound equipment.

Like moonlight shining on a cold tombstone.

Then, the deep sound of the cello entered, perfectly intertwining with the piano, pulling at an extreme sense of sorrow.

Miyamoto Kawa suddenly sat up straight.

This prelude...

A background in classical music?

Before he could react...

"boom!"

The heavy bass drum beats and bass, with their modern industrial feel, crash down without warning!

Classical elegance and modern frenzy collided violently at this moment.

The arrangement's layers are instantly maximized.

Miyamoto's pupils suddenly contracted, and he even involuntarily stood up.

"How is this possible?!"

He stared intently at Jiang Yichen on the stage.

This arrangement technique, which perfectly blends classical piano, cello, and modern hip-hop drum beats, is extremely complex yet incredibly harmonious.

This is absolutely world-class music industry standard!

Park Joon-hee was stunned. Although he was arrogant, he was still a professional singer. As soon as the intro started, he knew he had lost.

They were utterly humiliated.

on the stage.

Jiang Yichen picked up the microphone.

A deep, languid voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness, rang out.

"A swarm of bloodthirsty ants are drawn to carrion—"

"I gaze at the lonely landscape with a blank expression—"

"Love and hate become clear after losing you—"

"What's the point of caring about anything after losing you?"

The rap is highly rhythmic, without the deliberately showy fast-paced delivery of South Korean rap. Instead, it's like storytelling, with every word hitting the heart of the listener.

The melody completely breaks away from the conventional formula of pop music.

Every note challenges the listener's auditory nerves.

As the drumbeats intensify, the chorus roars in.

"I'll play Chopin's Nocturne for you—"

"In memory of my dead love—"

"A sound like the night wind—"

"The song 'Heartbreak' is so beautiful—"

Jiang Yichen's voice echoed within the empty giant egg.

The melody is exquisitely beautiful.

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of South Korean spectators stared wide-eyed, forgetting even to wave their glow sticks.

They don't understand Chinese.

But music knows no borders.

The soul-stirring sorrow and the overwhelmingly powerful arrangement of the music left their minds blank.

In domestic live streams, the barrage of comments exploded after a brief pause.

"Holy crap!"

"What kind of insane arrangement is this?!"

"My scalp is numb! It's really numb!"

Classical music combined with rap? You can do that?!

"Jiang Shen! You are my only father!"

"What's the name of this song? Nocturne? That's awesome!"

On stage, Jiang Yichen closed his eyes, completely immersed in the music.

This is a masterpiece of the Chinese music scene in its previous life.

It's that legendary work that's been called "the moment the nocturne starts, you go on stage to receive the award."

Today, he brought it to Seoul.

We must use the most brutal methods to shatter the arrogance of these people.

"Those pigeons no longer symbolize peace—"

"I was finally reminded—"

"The birds being fed in the square are vultures—"

"I used beautiful rhymes—"

"Describing love that has been completely plundered—"

After singing the last line.

The music stopped abruptly as the last chord of the piano fell.

The spotlights on the stage slowly went out.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

There were no boos.

There was no screaming.

Everyone was still savoring the shock of those few short minutes.

Miyamoto slumped into a chair, took off his glasses, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He lost.

They lost convincingly.

China's music industry has not only not fallen behind, but has instead reached the forefront of Asia under the leadership of this young man.

Park Joon-hee's face was deathly pale, and she gripped the armrests of the seat tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

He knew that starting tonight, the title of Asian King of Pop had changed hands.

"Slap... slap... slap..."

A musician from an island nation in the front row couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

Then came the second person, and then the third person.

The applause spread like wildfire, quickly reaching the entire Takachi Sky Dome.

Tens of thousands of South Korean viewers put aside their prejudices and narrow-minded national pride, and stood up to applaud this great work.

The applause was thunderous and deafening.

The stage lights came on again.

Jiang Yichen stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone in his right hand and his left hand in his trench coat pocket.

He looked at the once arrogant faces below the stage, and now only felt awe.