Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, which were usually filled with a dull, lifeless aura, were now frighteningly bright.

It burned with an almost obsessive fervor.

He looked at Luo Qianyu.

There was only one message in his eyes:

Look closely, these are the wings you gave me.

Sudden.

A furious shout.

"Your smile! Your tears! They are the most beautiful sun on my journey to realize my dreams!"

Xu Qing shouted out this lyric.

But he controlled it extremely well.

That sense of tearing apart did not detract from the aesthetic appeal; on the contrary, it brought the emotional outpouring to its peak.

Zhou Yan, backstage, turned deathly pale.

"C5...it's really C5..."

The technicians' voices were trembling.

On the large screen, the red warning light that indicated "failure to meet the standard" went out completely.

Instead, there was a huge, constantly fluctuating golden number.

Pitch detection: C5.

Pitch accuracy: Perfect.

The haters, who were originally prepared to boo, unconsciously put down their light sticks.

Some people even opened their mouths wide, forgetting the curses they had prepared.

That's the power of being there on stage.

When a singer sings with their life on their lips, any technique or behind-the-scenes manipulation will seem pale and powerless.

This is not the sickly Xu Qing we know.

This is clearly a warrior standing on the edge of a cliff, roaring at the sky.

"Your words, your tears, your laughter, your beauty!"

"More beautiful than the most beautiful rose in my eyes!"

Just then.

A deep, slightly rough harmony suddenly cuts in.

It's Wang Dazhu.

This burly-looking man was facing the secondary microphone, eyes closed, shouting out three harmonies with all his might.

His voice was untrained and had a rustic quality.

But this rough texture, paired with Xu Qing's clear voice, actually created a wonderful chemical reaction.

It's like placing a piece of exquisite porcelain on a hard rock.

stable.

Incredibly stable.

Ke Min got goosebumps all over her body when she heard this.

She couldn't help but grab the arm of the chubby judge next to her, digging her nails into him until he grimaced in pain.

"Did you hear that?"

Ke Min's voice was trembling.

"This is what harmony is! This is what a band is!"

"That Wang Dazhu... he's simply a genius!"

The chubby judge, ignoring the pain, nodded blankly.

He took the money, intending to find fault with Xu Qing.

But now.

His mind went blank.

nitpicking?

How the hell do I choose?

This is like pouring boiling water on someone's head. What can you do besides shout "It feels so good?"

"Fly forward with your dreams in your heart, without running away or retreating!"

"You are the fortress on my road to success!"

The song enters its second chorus.

Xu Qing's emotions escalated once again.

If the first time was a statement, then this time it's a declaration of war.

Declare war on this damned fate, on those who want to see him fail, and on all the suffering of the past three years.

Give me wings, so I can fly—

this sentence.

Xu Qing used her real voice directly.

Moreover, it's even going up from the C5.

A change of tone!

C5 key change!

The drumbeats became more intense, like a violent storm.

"You give me strength; you make me strong!"

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt, because you're by my side!"

Xu Qing walked to the edge of the stage.

He took off the microphone, no longer bound by the stand.

He opened his arms, tilted his head back, and greeted the orange lights that filled the sky.

Like an eagle that has just broken free of its cage, finally feeling the howling wind.

"Your smiles and your tears are the most beautiful sun on my journey to realize my dreams!"

The last paragraph.

The music was a little quieter.

Xu Qing's voice also softened.

But hidden within that gentleness lies an even stronger determination.

"Use what you gave me..."

A rising intonation.

"Use what you gave me..."

The pitch was raised again.

The hearts of the entire audience were in their throats.

Can it still be promoted?

Is this already the limit of the human voice?

Zhou Yan was almost going crazy backstage.

"What is he doing? What is he doing?!"

"Does he have a death wish? That singing style will ruin his voice!"

But Xu Qing didn't care.

He looked at "Teacher Luo" in the audience, who was crying her eyes out.

A carefree smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"Use what you gave me—"

This time.

It hurtles straight to the top of C5.

There are no tricks, no frills.

It's a hard push.

They risked their lives at the top.

"Fly with the wings you gave me!"

"I know this isn't sadness!"

"I won't get tired no matter how high it goes!"

The B4 and C5 high-pitched range, which Zhou Yan originally regarded as a "death trap," has now become Xu Qing's sky to soar freely.

He leaped effortlessly across those high notes as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

Every single word is as solid as a rock.

Every note strikes the soul.

"We've already agreed!"

"Fly with the wings you gave me!"

"I feel comforted enough!"

"The dark clouds have thinned, and we will not shed tears for anyone!"

As she sang this part, Xu Qing's voice even carried a hint of a smile.

That was a smile of relief.

That was the smile of rebirth.

He has shed too many tears in these three years.

There were enough to flood a city.

But now.

no need.

Because the sun came out.

The dark clouds have dispersed.

"Fly with the wings you gave me—"

The last note.

Xu Qing extended the microphone.

That high note from C5, like a sharp sword slicing through the sky, lingered in the air above the stadium for a long time.

Until the music completely stops.

Until Wang Dazhu struck the gong for the last time.

The lights gradually dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on Xu Qing.

The entire venue remained deathly silent.

No one speaks.

No one applauded.

Everyone was still reeling from the immense shock they had just experienced.

The chat in the live stream also paused for a few seconds.

then.

Erupted.

It's not the kind of sporadic spam.

Instead, it was a tsunami of barrage comments, overwhelming and overwhelming.

Holy crap!!!

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream!]

[This is what you call just playing the victim? This looks like a nuclear bomb site!]

Xu Qing is alive! He's really alive!

[Who said he was a funeral-style singer? He's practically Apollo the sun god!]

I cried, I really did. Even though this song is so uplifting, all I could hear were tears.

What exactly did he go through to be able to sing with such a power of facing death and living?

Zhou Yan slumped into a chair.

The "pitch warning line" that he had placed so much hope in now seemed so ridiculous.

It's like a clown trying to measure the height of the sky with a ruler.

Xu Qing not only met the standard.

Moreover, it was stepping on his face and crushing his so-called rules to pieces.

on the stage.

Xu Qing was breathing slightly heavily.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the stage.

He looked at Luo Qianyu below the stage.

Luo Qianyu was still crying.

The sunglasses could no longer hide the tear stains on her face.

She didn't even dare to wipe it, afraid that if she made too big a movement, Xu Qing would notice.

Xu Qing smiled.

He raised the microphone, his voice deep and hoarse, yet it carried through the speakers to every corner.

"I won't be seeing anyone off this time."

"I'm only taking one person home."

Done.

He put the microphone back on the stand.

Turn around.

He didn't even glance at the already off-the-charts score on the big screen.

He simply waved to Wang Dazhu and the others behind him.

"knock off."

"Let's go eat braised pork."