Huayu: Starting with living with a girl from Taiwan

"What?!"

Huang Zitao blurted out, his face instantly turning extremely ugly.

"Pfft—!" Zhang Yu, on the judges' panel, was the first to burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth.

When Yuan Weiren and Zheng Jianguo realized what was happening, they were first taken aback, then couldn't help but shake their heads and laugh, looking at Lin Mo with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Jia Jingwen was also taken aback, then covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes filled with admiration and delight as she looked at Lin Mo.

This little guy is a bit naughty.

After a brief silence, the audience erupted in a huge uproar and laughter!

"My God! Lin Mo is absolutely amazing!"

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Huang Zijiao even said, 'Of course I've heard of it!'"

"This is awkward! My attempt to show off has backfired!"

"This is hilarious! Lin Mo just slapped me in the face, and the slap was resounding!"

In the contestants' seats, Lin Youjia and the others couldn't help but laugh, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Lin Mo.

The expressions of Liu Mingfeng and Yang Zongwei in the pending zone were also quite interesting.

Zeng Peici, backstage, burst out laughing, his earlier anger completely gone.

"Amo is so naughty! Haha!"

Jam Hsiao couldn't help but grin, but then added with some concern, "Brother Mo... isn't this going to offend too many people?"

Inside the studio.

Huang Zih-jiao felt a rush of blood to the top of his head, and his ears were ringing.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, he prides himself on his eloquence and quick wit.

Yet, under Lin Mo's few casual words of teasing, he appeared like a clown.

His previous remarks have become a complete joke.

But Huang Zih-jiao, being experienced, quickly suppressed the surge of shame and anger in his heart and picked up the microphone again:

"Lin Mo, don't try to be clever here. It won't work."

"Let's get back to the music itself; what you just said was just a trick to change the subject."

"In the end, the lyrics of your song 'Fireworks Fade Easily' are just a pile of fancy words. They sound beautiful, but they are actually empty and pretentious."

Huang Zih-jiao thought that as long as he stuck to this point of view, no matter how Lin Mo teased him just now, he would still stand on the high ground in the debate on musical professionalism.

Once the show airs, and with the help of familiar media outlets, they can amplify the story and label Lin Mo as "showy but impractical," which would be enough to turn the tide.

On the judges' panel, Yuan Weiren frowned deeply.

He strongly disagreed with Huang Zih-jiao's persistent and unforgiving comments, but he also knew that this was just Huang's personality.

Zhang Yu and Zheng Jianguo remained silent.

They really didn't know what to say.

Jia Jingwen looked at the musical score in her hand and felt that it was somewhat familiar.

Some of the words in the lyrics seem familiar.

on the stage.

Lin Mo's expression remained unchanged in the face of Huang Zitao's renewed attack.

He still didn't refute the other person's point of view, but instead said:

"Teacher Huang insists that there is a lack of supporting allusions, but that is not the case."

His gaze swept over the judges and the audience, and he continued:

"Part of the inspiration for this song comes from an ancient book from the Northern Wei Dynasty that I read when I was in college, called 'The Record of Buddhist Temples in Luoyang'."

After saying that, he didn't forget to mention Huang Zitao, whose face was ashen:

"Teacher Huang, you're well-read in classical literature, have you read this book?"

"..."

Another book he'd never heard of!

Huang Zitao felt as if a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Lin Mo seemed to sense his embarrassment and offered a friendly reminder:

"This book is available for reading; it really exists."

"Pfft—!" The audience erupted in suppressed laughter once again.

This series of attacks, combining both offense and defense, was like repeatedly rubbing Huang Zitao into the ground.

Just then, Jia Jingwen on the judges' panel suddenly exclaimed "Ah!", her beautiful eyes widening sharply, and a look of sudden excitement appearing on her face.

She picked up the lyrics and looked at Lin Mo again:

"Yes, yes, yes, the Records of Buddhist Temples in Luoyang! Lin Mo, I remembered it as soon as you mentioned it."

"The temple, the pagoda... these are indeed images from the literature of the Northern Dynasties."

"It primarily records the rise and fall of Buddhist temples in Luoyang, and the writing is exceptionally beautiful. Together with Li Daoyuan's *Commentary on the Waterways Classic*, it is considered one of the twin peaks of Northern Dynasties literature!"

Alyssa Chia said:

"I happened to be filming a drama about this dynasty in mainland China a while ago, so I have indeed seen it."

On stage, Lin Mo raised an eyebrow in surprise.

This woman really knows her stuff.

But after Jia Jingwen finished explaining, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of doubt appeared on her face:

"But... Lin Mo, I remember that 'The Record of Buddhist Temples in Luoyang' is mainly a factual account, recording the scenery and historical changes of temples and gardens. It doesn't seem to... have the kind of tragic storyline you described in your lyrics?"

Lin Mo smiled and nodded, explaining:

"Professor Jia, I was just saying that some of the inspiration came from here, um... according to Professor Huang, it should be considered a reference."

"As for the lyrics, they come from a short story that I adapted myself."

Alyssa Chia became even more curious: "What story?"

Lin Mo glanced at the host Tao Zi beside him:

"Should we tell this on stage? This story might be a little long."

Tao Zi then realized what was happening:

"That's true. The program time is limited. How about Lin Mo, we do a private interview for you backstage later?"

Lin Mo smiled at the crowd and the camera, and said:

"I won't cause any trouble for the subtitle team."

"Okay, I will publish this short story in its entirety on my blog on the night the program airs. If you're interested, you can check it out then."

As soon as she finished speaking, the curiosity in Jia Jingwen's eyes intensified.

This also piqued the curiosity of the audience.

In the back-end monitoring room, Wang Weizhong also found it interesting and instructed his assistant:

"Include this part when editing the trailer."

Lin Mo is really good at setting up hooks and building anticipation.

On stage, Tao Zi, seeing that the atmosphere had been set, immediately moved on to the next part of the program:

"Okay, thank you very much, Lin Mo, for sharing and for the discussion with the teachers!"

"Now, please, the five judges, score Lin Mo and the Blackie's Angels' performance!"

The indicator lights flashed, and the scores were displayed one by one.

The four judges, including Yuan Weiren and Jia Jingwen, all gave it a high score of four points.

The light board in front of Huang Zih-jiao, under everyone's gaze, still lit up with that glaring "1".

Lin Mo's final score: 17 points.

He didn't even look at that lonely "1," he really didn't care.

The trio of Hei Se Hui Mei Mei (Blackie's Angels) scored 16 points and failed to challenge the champions.

But Gui Gui, Daya, and Ya Tou exchanged glances. Instead of feeling frustrated by their failed challenge, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere here is terrifying.

Lin Mo is terrifying.

Blackie's Club is still more fun.

I'm outta here. I'll try to avoid these kinds of challenges in the future!

I'm never coming back!

The three beautiful girls quickly reached a consensus in their hearts.