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Several girls who were putting on makeup nearby couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Wang Man's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

"you……"

"Move aside, you're blocking the light." Yu Le didn't give her a chance to retaliate, raising her hand and waving it as if shooing away a fly.

He walked straight up to Liu Qianqian and squatted down.

Liu Qianqian raised her head, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes showing no fear, only a lingering tension.

Yu Le reached out and plucked a string.

"Buzz—"

The pitch is perfect.

"Remember what I taught you." Yu Le looked into her eyes, "Treat everyone in the audience like cabbages. If you don't like a particular cabbage, just stare at it and sing it to death."

Liu Qianqian's tightly pursed lips finally relaxed, revealing a very faint smile.

She nodded vigorously.

The announcer's voice came from the front desk.

"Next up is a solo performance, 'Dreams Under the Stars,' performed by Wang Man."

Wang Man glared at Yu Le, lifted her skirt, and walked towards the stage entrance with her head held high.

Soon, upbeat music and Wang Man's high-pitched voice came from outside.

It has to be said that money can indeed produce results.

With professional backup dancers, top-notch lighting, and Wang Man's decent singing skills, the atmosphere instantly heated up.

When the song ended, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Especially those in the front row, the cheers were deafening, clearly indicating that they were a group of relatives and friends who had been arranged in advance.

Wang Man returned backstage with a smug look on her face. As she passed by Liu Qianqian, she deliberately bumped into her shoulder.

"Your turn. Let's see what kind of trouble you can cause."

Liu Qianqian swayed slightly, but didn't say anything. She simply stood up silently and slung her guitar over her shoulder.

"Next, please enjoy the guitar and vocal performance of 'Invisible Wings,' performed by Liu Qianqian, a student from the 02 Acting Department."

As soon as the announcer finished speaking, the applause from the audience noticeably thinned out.

Most of the students were whispering among themselves, discussing Wang Man's high note, or looking down at their phones or going to the bathroom during the break.

Nobody had any expectations for this last-minute addition to the show.

The stage lights suddenly dimmed.

The noise did not completely stop.

Until a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

The girl in the white shirt and jeans sat alone on a high stool.

There were no backup dancers, no special effects, just an old guitar.

Liu Qianqian adjusted the height of the microphone.

Her hands were shaking.

The audience below was a sea of ​​black, with countless eyes scanning her like searchlights, making her feel suffocated.

Just then, she saw a figure standing next to the side curtain.

Yu Le leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, watching her.

Although I couldn't see his expression, his posture inexplicably made me feel at ease.

Like Chinese cabbage.

Sing them to death.

Liu Qianqian took a deep breath, pressed her left hand on the neck of the violin, and gently swept her right hand down.

"when--"

The clear C chord tone, transmitted instantly through the top-of-the-line audio equipment, filled the entire auditorium.

The previously noisy crowd paused briefly.

This chord is too clean.

Immediately afterwards, the girl's slightly hoarse but unusually firm voice rang out.

"Each time—I find strength amidst hesitation and loneliness—"

"Every time—even when I'm deeply hurt—I don't shed a tear."

As soon as the first sentence was uttered, Wang Man, who was touching up her makeup backstage, paused.

Yu Le, standing on the side of the screen, raised an eyebrow.

This girl actually raised the pitch by a semitone.

This is playing with fire.

If you can't hit the high notes later on, it'll look like a car crash.

However, this opening melody, which carries a sense of desperation and determination, gives the song a unique charm that the original version lacks.

"I know—I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me flying—fly me over despair—"

The strumming of the guitar gradually increased, and the rhythm became more intense.

The whispers from the audience completely disappeared.

The students who had been looking down at their phones looked up.

The boy who was about to use the restroom stopped in his tracks.

All eyes were drawn to the slender figure in the center of the stage.

The melody of this song is so catchy.

The lyrics are simple and straightforward, yet they strike the hearts of every young person present like a heavy hammer.

In this competitive and brutal film academy where everyone is scrambling for their dreams, who hasn't hesitated? Who hasn't felt lonely? Who hasn't felt despair?

"Don't think about it—they have a beautiful sun—"

When Liu Qianqian sang this line, her eyes were not closed.

She stared intently at the empty VIP section in the first row, a seat that originally belonged to "good students" and "people with connections."

Her voice even cracked with a hint of screaming, but it was precisely this flaw that caused the emotions of the entire song to completely overflow.

"I see—the sunset changes every day—"

"I know—I've always had a pair of invisible wings—"

"Take me away—give me hope—"

The moment the chorus burst forth, Liu Xiaoli covered her mouth backstage, tears welling up in her eyes.

She never knew that her seemingly weak daughter, who always hid behind her, possessed such great energy.

The powder puff in Wang Man's hand fell to the ground.

She stared blankly at the monitor on the side of the stage, at the radiant Liu Qianqian on the screen, her mind completely blank.

How is that possible?

This was just a hastily put-together show; how could a broken guitar possibly produce this kind of effect?

"I finally see—all my dreams blossom—"

"How bright and clear are the youthful songs they sing!"

On stage, Liu Qianqian had completely forgotten her nervousness.

She forgot about the awkwardness of her fingering and the so-called techniques.

She was just venting.

She poured all the grievances she had suffered in a foreign land over the past few years, the regret of her father's absence, and the anger at being ridiculed into her song.

She was like a fledgling bird trying to take flight in the heavy rain, desperately flapping her still-growing wings, soaring towards the sky that belonged to her.

"Fly wherever the wind blows..."

The last note fell.

Liu Qianqian pressed down on the strings, panting heavily.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped onto the guitar's soundboard.

The auditorium was deathly silent.

For a full five seconds, no one spoke, no one applauded.

That silence was more deafening than the most enthusiastic cheers.

Liu Qianqian panicked a little.

Did they botch the performance?

Just as she was at a loss and about to stand up and bow in apology.

In the corner, someone clapped their hands first.

"Smack."

Then came the second and the third strike.

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Like a spark that ignites a prairie fire.

Instantly, the entire auditorium erupted in chaos.

Applause swept in like a tsunami, mixed with whistles and screams, and some people even stood up and waved their glow sticks frantically.

"It sounds great!!!"

"That's amazing!!!"

"One more time!!!"

The boy who was hiding in the crowd with a DV camera was so excited that his hands were shaking and the camera was shaking violently, but he didn't care at all. He just wanted to record this moment.

Liu Qianqian stood in the center of the stage, looking at the excited crowd below, feeling a bit oxygen-deprived.

She subconsciously turned to look at the side of the screen.

Yu Le remained standing there.

He neither clapped nor shouted excitedly.

He simply took his hand out of his pocket and gave Liu Qianqian a thumbs-up.

Then, he turned around and disappeared into the dark passage.

Liu Qianqian's eyes instantly reddened.

She bowed deeply to the audience, then grabbed her guitar and rushed off the stage like a deserter.

As soon as she arrived backstage, she bumped into a warm embrace.

Liu Xiaoli held her daughter, crying so hard that her makeup was ruined.

"Sissi...you're amazing...Mom is so proud of you..."

Liu Qianqian broke free from her mother's embrace and looked around.

"Mom, where's Uncle Yu?"

"Him? He was just here..." Liu Xiaoli wiped away her tears, somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, in the small garden outside the auditorium.

Yu Le sat on the stone bench, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

The autumn night breeze is a bit cool, but it feels very comfortable on my skin.

The voice of the host maintaining order could still be faintly heard from inside the auditorium.

He exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the moon in the sky, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"I just wanted to retire comfortably, but now look what's happened, I might end up raising a superstar."

This commotion is quite loud.

His plan to become a salted fish seems to need a slight adjustment.

In a male dormitory at the Beijing Film Academy.

The boy who had the DV camera was hurriedly plugging the data cable into the computer.

The internet speed was still very slow, but the light in his eyes was brighter than that on the monitor.

He skillfully opened the Beijing Film Academy BBS forum and typed out a few exciting titles.

Stunning! A phenomenal performance at the welcome party! A guitar solo brought the entire audience to tears!

The video upload progress bar slowly climbed.

This storm, known as "Invisible Wings," is poised to sweep across the entire autumn of 2002.