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

on Weibo.

#Jiang Yichen eliminated#

#The Voice of China Competition Rules Are Unfair#

#Li Ziyan's votes#

Several related terms skyrocketed to the top of the trending searches.

Countless casual fans and music lovers flooded the show's official Weibo account.

The comment section was flooded with over 100,000 comments in just ten minutes.

Everyone was criticizing the competition format and demanding a thorough investigation of the vote count.

The studio.

The protests at the scene grew louder and louder.

Many viewers who were not fans of Li Ziyan began demanding refunds.

The situation briefly spiraled out of control.

Shao Hua stood on the stage, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The director was anxiously shouting into his earpiece that he should quickly take control of the situation.

Shao Hua took a deep breath and raised the microphone.

"Everyone, please be quiet! Please be quiet!"

"Tonight's match was indeed very intense, but also full of regrets!"

Congratulations to the five contestants who have advanced!

"but!"

Shao Hua raised his voice, trying to drown out the noise in the room.

"Elimination doesn't mean the end!"

"The stage of 'Heavenly Voices' will always be open to truly talented musicians!"

The scene quieted down a bit.

Shao Hua quickly seized the opportunity to strike while the iron was hot.

"The production team considered all possibilities when designing the competition format."

"Therefore, after this episode ends, Tencent Video will immediately open the revival voting channel!"

"The five players who unfortunately lost tonight will all enter the revival zone!"

"Over the next week, viewers across the internet can vote for their favorite eliminated contestants!"

The contestant with the most votes will receive the sole revival spot!

"He will join the five contestants who advanced tonight to form the top six nationwide!"

"The next round will feature even more brutal 1v1 duels!"

This news came out.

The protests at the scene finally subsided considerably.

The chat in the live stream quieted down a bit.

"A revival round? That's good."

"Brothers, get your keyboards and phones ready! Cast your revival vote for Jiang Yichen!"

"We must not let such a disgusting idol succeed!"

"Jiang Yichen must be brought back to life! I want to hear him sing a new song!"

Shao Hua breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the situation stabilize.

Thank you for watching!

"The revival channel is now open! Please vote enthusiastically!"

"See you next Saturday at 8 PM!"

.............

At this moment, in a high-end villa somewhere in Shanghai.

Chen Yu sat alone in his study, the live stream of "The Voice of Heaven" still playing on his computer screen.

He watched the entire episode.

From the first group's duel until Jiang Yichen took the stage to sing "Puppet Show".

He didn't miss a single detail.

Especially the scene where Lin Qinghe was in tears on the judges' panel.

That aloof face that he had tried so hard to win over, cried so hard that his makeup was ruined when he heard Jiang Yichen sing.

Chen Yu gripped the mouse tighter and tighter, his knuckles cracking.

"Snapped!"

He slammed his notebook shut, the sound particularly jarring in the empty study.

He leaned back in his swivel chair, tilting his head back and staring at the ceiling.

His chest heaved violently several times before he could barely suppress the breath.

Jiang Yichen.

He pronounced the name in a very soft tone, so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But the sinister look in his eyes was so intense it couldn't be concealed.

There's also Lin Qinghe.

A piece of trash, a despicable person.

He was determined to make those two pay the price.

……

The recording studio of "The Voice of Heaven" - backstage.

The corridor lights were stark white, and the cold air blowing from the air conditioner vents carried a hint of dryness.

Jiang Yichen came out of the dressing room, changed back into his usual clothes, and carried a black backpack.

The match is over.

Although he was eliminated, he remained calm.

Whether he's resurrected or not, the works in his mind are his true trump card.

He walked along the backstage corridor toward the exit.

The walls were covered with posters from past episodes, and the lighting cast a long shadow over him.

At the corner at the end of the corridor, a figure leaned against the wall.

She wore a black fitted long dress, her long hair was piled up at the back of her head, revealing her slender and fair neck.

It is Lin Qinghe.

She didn't know how long she had been waiting there.

A few strands of her neatly styled hair had fallen down, hanging on either side of her face.

Her eyes were still red from crying, and she hadn't had time to touch up her makeup as she stood there.

Gone was his usual aloofness; he now looked somewhat haggard and inexplicably tired.

Jiang Yichen paused for a moment.

He didn't take a detour or quicken his pace; he simply walked past at a leisurely pace.

Lin Qinghe's body stiffened visibly for a moment when she saw him.

She opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat.

Those clear, cold eyes were now filled with complex emotions.

The look in Lin Qinghe's eyes seemed so incongruous and unreal.

Jiang Yichen stopped in front of her.

The two were less than two meters apart.

The corridor was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner running.

Jiang Yichen.

Lin Qinghe spoke first.

Her voice was hoarser than when she was giving her comments on stage, with an uncontrollable nasal tone.

Jiang Yichen looked at her without saying a word.

Lin Qinghe took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her strength.

"I know I'm not qualified to stand here and say these things to you."

She lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the floor of the corridor, unable to meet his eyes.

"I listened to every single word you sang on stage."

"I know you must hate me right now."

Her fingers were twisted together, her knuckles turning white.

I don't expect you to forgive me.

"but……"

Lin Qinghe raised her head, and tears welled up in her reddened eyes again.

She bit her lip, her voice trembling.

I want to say to you... I'm sorry.

Silence fell again in the corridor.

The incandescent light bulb overhead emitted a slight hum.

Jiang Yichen looked at the woman in front of him, who was on the verge of tears, and felt a little puzzled.

What did this woman hear?

"Puppet Show" is just a popular opera song he chose from his past life, hey!

What was she imagining?

Regardless of what Lin Qinghe thought, Jiang Yichen still decided to respond to this woman.

He pulled the straps of his backpack up over his shoulder.

He said in a very calm tone.

"You're not sorry to me."

Lin Qinghe was stunned.

Jiang Yichen looked into her eyes and spoke each word clearly.

"The person you've wronged is him from the past."

These words floated lightly in the empty corridor.

But this left Lin Qinghe frozen in place.