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

It's 8 p.m. on Saturday.

The studio of "The Voice of Heaven" in the western suburbs of Shanghai.

Brilliant lights intertwined above the stage.

The host, Shao Hua, holding a microphone, strode briskly to the center of the stage.

Good evening, everyone, both in the studio and watching on screen!

Welcome to "The Voice of Heaven," a music talent show exclusively sponsored by Tencent Video!

"After a week of fierce competition, the voting results for the resurrected candidates have been finalized."

Shao Hua deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"He made a powerful comeback with an overwhelming majority of votes, carrying the hopes of the world!"

"Let's give Jiang Yichen a warm round of applause as he returns to the stage!"

The entire stadium erupted in thunderous cheers.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"The River God has returned to his place! All other gods, retreat!"

"A clear leading position! This truly reflects public opinion!"

"Ahhh, what new song is Jiang Shen singing tonight?!"

Jiang Yichen, dressed in a simple black shirt, walked out of the passage with steady steps.

He remained calm and nodded slightly to the audience.

After the cheers subsided, Shao Hua and the others turned and pointed to the judges' panel.

"Tonight, our judging panel also welcomes a very important guest."

"He is a veteran music critic in the Chinese music scene."

"Let's welcome Professor Zhou Jian'an!"

Zhou Jian'an, dressed in a gray Tang suit, with a lean face, smiled and waved at the camera.

He is not only proficient in popular music, but also has a deep understanding of traditional opera.

The production team's actions were quite obvious.

Jiang Yichen's current online popularity has become one of the biggest points of discussion on the show.

We invited Zhou Jian'an to take charge and provide the most professional commentary.

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In the preparation room.

Li Ziyan sat on the sofa, staring at Jiang Yichen on the screen.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment.

Jiang Yichen, who was clearly his own defeated opponent, not only wasn't eliminated, but also gained a lot of attention and sympathy because of his resurrection.

The entire internet is now criticizing Li Ziyan for only relying on fans to manipulate votes.

Soon, the competition began.

The two contestants in the first group took turns performing, and the atmosphere gradually heated up.

The band's lead singer, Afei, successfully won and advanced to the next round.

The lottery began again, and the avatars on the big screen started scrolling wildly.

"Stop!" Shao Hua suddenly waved his hand.

The image freezes.

The person on the left is Jiang Yichen.

The person on the right is a rapper.

Upon seeing the result, the rapper immediately put on a mask of pain in the waiting area.

But when the camera panned over, he immediately composed himself, struck a "I'm the coolest" pose, and declared, "If we're going to fight, let's fight the strongest! We rappers are all about being real!"

The rapper went on stage first, delivering a fast-paced performance that he thought was great. At first glance, it sounded exciting, but upon closer inspection, the lyrics were empty and incomprehensible.

As the performance ended, the stage lights went out instantly.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the entrance to the passageway.

Jiang Yichen walked unhurriedly to the center of the stage, one hand in his pocket.

He stood in front of the microphone and reached out to adjust the height.

The accompaniment slowly began.

Instead of traditional ethnic musical instruments, it features highly modern pop electronic synthesizer sounds.

Immediately following, the guitar strumming came in, instantly maximizing the rhythm.

Jiang Yichen gripped the microphone with both hands and closed his eyes.

"Recalling those days, my tears never dry—"

"Heiji surrendered to the Red-Maned Warrior—"

"The Tang emperor rewarded the officials of the governor's office—"

Jiang Yichen's voice was deliberately low and mellow, carrying a sense of vicissitudes as he recounted Xue Pinggui's helplessness and hardships back then.

"The Western Liang Kingdom has rebelled—"

"The old father went to the palace to present his memorial—"

"Forcing the emperor to don his armor and march to the front lines—"

"Torn apart like mandarin ducks, separated by the ends of the earth—"

On the judges' panel, Zhou Jian'an leaned forward slightly, his eyes lighting up.

He tapped his fingers on the table to keep time.

interesting.

In this verse, Jiang Yichen uses a purely pop singing style to deconstruct the recitation of Peking Opera. His pronunciation is clear and his emotions are rich. He captivates the audience entirely with the quality of his voice.

During the transition before the chorus, the drumbeats in the accompaniment suddenly intensify.

The string orchestra's timbre unfolds, grand yet poignant.

Jiang Yichen tilted his head back, his fingers tightening slightly as he gripped the microphone.

"Ah~ my wife, Wang Baochuan—"

The moment those words were sung.

The hairs on the entire audience's heads stood on end!

Peking Opera style!

But it's completely different from the beautiful and melodious opera singing in the last "Puppet Show"!

This is a very authentic old male singing style!

Powerful and vigorous, with an explosive force that penetrates the soul!

"I shouldn't have had doubts, I shouldn't have spoken so lightly—"

"To end up being accused of ingratitude is like deceiving Heaven—"

Jiang Yichen's voice echoed in the huge studio.

They unleashed Xue Pinggui's deep regret and heartbreak upon everyone without reservation.

The chat messages in the live stream.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! It's a male Peking opera voice!"

"What kind of divine voice is that?! I got goosebumps all over!"

"Last time it was a female role in Peking Opera, this time it's a male role in Peking Opera! How many more surprises does Jiang Yichen have in store for us to discover!"

"This is true Chinese style! It's so powerful!"

On the judges' panel.

Zhang Xiangjun's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Tan Yue sat up straight and clapped her hands vigorously.

Zhou Jian'an was so excited that his face turned red, and he nodded repeatedly, muttering, "Good! Good!"

I thought that if Jiang Yichen kept singing in the style of traditional opera, the audience would get tired of it.

But who would have thought that Jiang Yichen would switch tracks and use this masculine and domineering old-style singing style!

A perfect blend of strength and gentleness, its power is truly captivating!

On stage, Jiang Yichen was completely immersed in the song.

He held the microphone stand with one hand, his eyes deep and resolute.

"Let me recount these past eighteen years from the beginning—"

"Only then did I, Xue Pingnan, realize that I had rushed home day and night—"

"Just for husband and wife, for two people to be reunited—"

Jiang Yichen drew out the last syllable of his last sentence.

His breathing was frighteningly steady.

The accompaniment abruptly stopped at its climax.

Only his powerful and resonant operatic vocals lingered in the studio for a long time.

The entire room fell silent.

Three seconds later.

The roof was lifted by screams and applause!

Many spectators stood up and waved their light sticks wildly.

"Jiang Yichen! Jiang Yichen! Jiang Yichen!"

The shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

Jiang Yichen put down the microphone, slightly out of breath, and bowed deeply to the audience.