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

Jiang Yichen's performance continues.

"One act ends, another begins—"

"Do not mock romantic plays, do not laugh at people's absurdity—"

"I also asked about the green and yellow flowers—"

"We once sang of rise and fall with resounding voices—"

"The Tao is without emotion, yet the Tao is full of emotion; how can one fathom it—"

The song ended.

Jiang Yichen put down the microphone and bowed slightly.

The entire audience erupted in thunderous applause.

The applause lasted for more than a minute before gradually subsiding.

Zhang Xiangjun eagerly picked up the microphone.

"marvelous!"

"Jiang Yichen, your song completely breaks the mold of pop music!"

"The integration of traditional opera elements is so ingenious that it doesn't feel out of place at all; on the contrary, it greatly elevates the artistic level of the entire song!"

"Your singing skills are impeccable."

"I gave this vote willingly and without reservation!"

Zhang Xiangjun pressed the green button in front of him without hesitation.

It passed with one vote.

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

All eyes were on the other two judges.

With just one more vote, Jiang Yichen can advance.

Chen Yaohua sat in the chair, his face slightly somber.

He looked at the dazzling young man on the stage and felt a little irritated.

This kid's strength really exceeded his expectations.

But so what?

Chen Yaohua picked up the microphone and cleared his throat.

The previously noisy scene gradually quieted down.

"Jiang Yichen, right?"

Chen Yaohua leaned back in his chair, his tone stern, carrying the scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

"You have a good appearance, and your voice is quite distinctive."

"but."

He paused deliberately and emphasized his words.

I really dislike this song of yours.

These words caused an uproar in the room.

Zhang Xiangjun was stunned and turned to look at Chen Yaohua.

Chen Yaohua continued.

"Traditional opera is a national treasure left by our ancestors, and it is an art that requires us to calm down, study it, and pass it on."

"You've forcibly mixed traditional opera singing style with this kind of fast-food pop music."

"This isn't innovation, this is just pandering to the crowd!"

"This is a huge disrespect to traditional opera!"

"A person who doesn't even know how to respect traditional art is not worthy of standing on this stage."

After saying that, Chen Yaohua pressed the red button in front of him without hesitation.

The red light is on.

disuse.

The studio erupted in chaos.

The audience looked at each other, discussing amongst themselves.

The live stream chat was filled with insults.

"Is this judge crazy? Such a great song, and he says it disrespects tradition?"

"Exactly! Adding opera elements is clearly about promoting traditional culture!"

"This is clearly nitpicking!"

"Did Old Deng take money?"

"What kind of bullshit review is this? Just a bunch of old fogies!"

"I feel so sorry for Jiang Yichen, those judges are disgusting!"

on the stage.

Jiang Yichen looked at the lit red light, his expression remaining calm.

Having been in this industry before, he knew all too well how things worked.

This old man is clearly looking for trouble.

If you want to add a crime, there is nothing wrong with it.

He couldn't be bothered to refute it, because it was pointless.

All the pressure instantly converged on the middle position.

Lin Qinghe.

All eyes in the room, including those of the cameras, were fixed on her.

If she approves, Jiang Yichen will advance.

If she is eliminated, Jiang Yichen will have no choice but to leave.

Lin Qinghe sat in a chair.

She looked at the upright man on the stage.

Jiang Yichen also watched her quietly.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Jiang Yichen's eyes were calm, without expectation, anger, or the tender affection he used to have.

Lin Qinghe took a deep breath.

The scene of the day we broke up flashed through my mind.

Bottles scattered all over the floor, and rough handling.

And then there's her own statement, "We're even."

Yes, we're even now.

Now that the score is settled, the person standing on the stage is a complete stranger.

Lin Qinghe took a deep breath.

I forcibly suppressed the complex emotions surging within me.

She told herself to put aside all personal feelings.

From a purely musical perspective.

This song, "Red-Clad Ladies," is impeccable.

Talent cannot be hidden.

She once thought that Jiang Yichen's scribbled-down sheet music was just a futile struggle.

In retrospect, she was narrow-minded.

Lin Qinghe picked up the microphone.

Her red lips parted slightly, her tone cool and professional.

"I disagree with what Teacher Chen said."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

No one expected that this popular young pop star, who is known for her aloofness, would publicly refute a veteran in the music industry.

Chen Yaohua's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

He stared at Lin Qinghe, the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Lin Qinghe didn't even glance at him, her gaze fixed on Jiang Yichen on the stage.

"Traditional opera is a national treasure and needs to be passed down, that's true."

"But inheritance does not mean stagnation."

"If an art form is always aloof and detached from the masses, it will eventually perish."

"This song, 'Red-Clad Actress,' perfectly combines the core of traditional Chinese opera with the arrangement of modern pop music."

"It not only lowers the threshold for public appreciation, but also gives new vitality to traditional culture."

"This is a very forward-thinking innovation."

Lin Qinghe's finger hovered above the green button.

"Your transitions between your true and falsetto voices are incredibly smooth, and your pronunciation and breath control in the Peking Opera style are impeccable."

"What's even more remarkable is the emotion you poured into your singing, that desolation and tragedy, which completely drew the audience into the story you created."

"As a judge, I only judge the works."

"So, I'm approving your application."

Snapped.

Lin Qinghe pressed the green light decisively.

Both votes passed.

Advancement.

There was a two-second silence in the studio.

This was followed by cheers and applause that seemed to lift the roof off.

The audience waved their glow sticks excitedly.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Qinghe is so cool! Well said!"

"That's exactly how it should be said! What era are we living in that we're still clinging to fundamentalist ideas!"

"Wife, keep snuggling! This has opened up a whole new world!"

"Jiang Yichen is awesome! He truly deserves it!"

Jiang Yichen on the stage looked at the green light that had come on.

His expression remained unchanged.

He simply bowed slightly to the judges' panel.

"Thank you, judges."

After saying that, he turned around without looking back and walked off the stage with a calm gait.

The hem of his black suit swayed slightly with his steps, his back straight and tall.

In the heart of Shanghai, in a small Western-style building.

Gu Ruanxing sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding half a potato chip in her hand.

She stared intently at the television screen.

Lin Qinghe's words just now, and the decisiveness with which she pressed the green light.

She saw it all.

"cut."

Gu Ruanxing stuffed the remaining half of the potato chip into her mouth.

It made a crunching sound when chewed.

Although we didn't see Lin Qinghe crying her eyes out or losing control of her emotions.

But Gu Ruanxing still keenly caught the fleeting look of disappointment and struggle in Lin Qinghe's eyes.

This is enough.

"They're putting on quite a convincing act."

"I wonder what kind of turmoil is churning inside me."

Gu Ruanxing picked up the iced cola next to her and took a big gulp.

Cool.

So cool.

Seeing Lin Qinghe get the short end of the stick made her feel very comfortable.

.......

the other side.

In Chen Yu's private studio.

Chen Yu stared intently at the huge screen on the wall.

He suddenly slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the ground.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

The crimson wine stained the carpet.

"You bitch!"

Chen Yu cursed through gritted teeth.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his face was contorted in a ferocious expression.

He went to such great lengths, even swallowing his pride to beg his uncle, Chen Yaohua.

The goal was to crush Jiang Yichen on the preliminary stage.

The results of it?

Lin Qinghe actually slapped Chen Yaohua in the face in public, managing to bring Jiang Yichen back.

"And they still say they only care about the work!"

"So grand and dignified!"

Chen Yu's chest heaved violently.

The flames of jealousy burned fiercely in his heart.

He was convinced that Lin Qinghe still harbored feelings for Jiang Yichen.

Otherwise, why would they risk offending senior figures in the music industry to protect a fourth-tier unknown?

"She acts all high and mighty in front of me, but secretly she can't forget this good-for-nothing."

"You bitch, just you wait!"