She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

After the mentor collaboration stage of the fourth public performance ended, the competition format was announced that night: the fifth public performance would no longer have a group battle, but would instead have an original individual solo stage plus a group theme song adaptation stage, and all the votes and points from the two stages would be added to the final debut total vote pool.

This is the last performance before the finals, the last chance for a large-scale bonus.

On the stage where the theme song was adapted, Cai Kunkun stood in the center position.

The melody of "Ei Ei" was rearranged by Zeng Yike. It is no longer the original version full of youthful feeling, but a deeper and richer one, like a jar of wine that has been brewing for four months.

One hundred trainees fought their way out of 1908 people, and now only twenty are standing on the stage.

When the chorus started, the live chat was flooded with comments.

"They were still learning the theme song four months ago."

Some people have left, some people are still here.

"Cai Kunkun, the opening act king".

"Xiao He is getting more and more attractive, isn't he?"

The real-time vote count jumps up on the side of the big screen.

After the stage adaptation ended, all the lights went out, leaving only a spotlight.

The original solo performance segment for the fifth public performance has officially begun.

Cai Kunkun emerged from the darkness.

The lights in the arena had not yet come on. He stood in the center of the circle of light, with black hair, a white shirt, and black trousers.

No rhinestone-studded jackets, no tassels, no fishnet innerwear.

This was the first time he had dressed so simply on stage.

The music started.

Wait Wait Wait.

Cai Kunkun's fifth original single, with lyrics, music, and music production all handled by him, blends Dance and Electronic Soul styles. The vocal parts in the arrangement are entirely performed by his own voice through MIDI processing, replacing instruments.

The melody is filled with a dreamy electronic atmosphere, and the high-frequency drumbeats in the chorus build up layer by layer, instantly dragging the entire live broadcast studio into a deep blue sea.

This wasn't a finished product released after the competition; it was a melody he was writing before he even arrived at the factory.

It's about waiting, about waiting for oneself, about waiting for the world, about waiting for the outside world.

"Waiting, waiting, I'm waiting..."

The voice came from deep in his throat, low and hoarse, carrying a weariness after a long journey, yet steady and clear.

It's not the kind of meticulously crafted, perfect voice; it's the natural human voice without any embellishment.

Let the hoarseness be hoarse, and don't hide the unsteady breaths; it's a straightforwardness that KUN's love songs have never shown before.

The LED strips on the stage floor resembled luminous plankton in the deep sea, flickering slowly with the melody.

The dance moves are no longer the outward-released aggressiveness of the initial stage performance of "I Wanna Get Love".

His body moved slowly in the spotlight, every joint moving with restraint.

It's not that I don't want to let go, it's that I'm waiting.

He is currently the only person who chose to perform his own original song on stage.

From the 19-year-old boy who wore a blue velvet jacket with a fishnet underneath and sang "I Wanna Get Love" to get the first A, to this solo trainee standing in the spotlight singing "Waiting," for more than a hundred days and nights, he carried a personal breach of contract compensation of up to 320 million yuan after the group terminated its contract and entered the factory. In the online support of the 35-to-20 elimination round, he won the top spot with more than twice the number of votes as the second place.

When the last note fell, the entire audience fell silent for a moment.

Then Wang Jiaer, the mentor, was the first to stand up.

The barrage of comments instantly exploded like a waterfall.

"The typhoon has evolved."

"My first stage performance was sexy, now it's more composed."

"He's singing his own story."

"The only one who dares to sing original songs."

"From boy to man in four months."

The real-time vote count suddenly jumped up on the side of the big screen.

When Xiao He walked out from the side stage, all the lights in the venue were still off.

But people in the audience were already calling his name.

It wasn't a unified slogan, but rather scattered screams coming from different directions.

"Xiao He!" "Draw a dragon!"

Then a voice calling out "Mainland Aaron Kwok" drifted up from somewhere, causing someone in the front row to chuckle.

Then the suona sounded.

No one expected this.

A high-pitched suona sound pierced the darkness from the depths of the stage, like a golden ray splitting the darkness.

The heavy 808 drum kit surged up from under the floor, and the bass line pounded against my chest like a heartbeat.

The spotlight slammed down, enveloping Xiao He in a white, almost transparent halo.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt, dark gray jeans, and white canvas shoes.

No accessories, no styling.

Simple and clean.

"I speak loudly because I do the right thing!"

It's not singing, it's declaring.

The voice came from the dantian, clean and clear, like a heavy hammer blow.

When the first word was uttered, there was a brief silence throughout the venue as everyone listened intently to the lyrics.

"Wherever you go, the road to heaven is open; walk boldly, and you won't be afraid of casting a crooked shadow!"

The lights exploded.

Incandescent, blinding, and almost violent white light simultaneously shone from all directions.

The band behind them came into view.

The suona player stands on the left, the erhu player sits on the right, and the drummer bows his head.

The combination of the suona and fast-paced rapping is described as "a magnificent and awe-inspiring performance." The soaring suona melody and the fast-paced flow complement each other, creating an auditory impact that evokes both "chivalry" and "exhilaration."

Xiao He's body began to move rhythmically.

The white T-shirt was stretched taut by the movement, outlining the contours of the shoulder blades and back muscles.

The rapid-fire delivery bursts forth like a crossbow bolt, the flow racing and stopping abruptly on the dense drumbeats, each rhythm propelling the listener forward half a step before abruptly snapping back to the ground.

"Those who trouble my heart, I have long since stopped looking at. The lyrics hold their own secrets..."

He leaned forward half a step, raised his right fist above his head, and his shoulders and back under his white T-shirt were taut like a bow.

"We've all stumbled and fallen before, so let's see who's more determined!"

The lights in the entire venue exploded into a blinding white.

The suona soared again during the interlude, the erhu bows danced, the drummer bowed his head, and his whole body trembled when the drumsticks fell.

He took three steps forward, each step landing on the highest note of the suona. He was a young man in a white T-shirt, but his voice sounded like it came from a martial arts novel.

"I'm going to take my flag, my medals, and my brothers to the top of the mountain and strike a pose!"

As this sentence was uttered, the real-time vote count at the bottom of the live stream screen was jumping up at a visible speed.

The comments section went crazy.

"Is this an original work?"

"He wrote it?"

This scene has never been seen in any talent show before.

"A man with a sword and a flask of wine, taking one step at a time, almost reaching the heavens..."

The melody of Hook carries a unique rhythmic feel characteristic of Chinese style, and the chorus is cleverly designed and full of memorable moments.

"A single breath, a burst of energy, a blazing fire—it burned away the abyss shrouded in darkness!"

His voice maintained a sharp, clear quality even amidst his rapid-fire delivery.

His enunciation was as clear as if carved with a knife, and his emotions progressed layer by layer, making the listener's hair stand on end and giving them goosebumps throughout the entire performance.

"Then I ask you all to be my witnesses, and watch as my wildfire spreads..."

The suona horn reached its highest point during the interlude, the erhu strings almost snapped, and the drummer's head bowed, his shadow undulating violently under the side lights.

He uttered the next words amidst the sound of the suona.

"Heroes rise and fall with the times, once you enter the world of martial arts, time flies by. Empires and conquests are discussed in jest, nothing beats a life of carefree revelry!"

The suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) concludes the performance.

The erhu is finished playing.

The drumsticks fell for the last time.

The lights in the entire venue slowly came on.

Xiao He plagiarized the later work "Qilin", a Chinese-style rap song by musician Zao An. The fast and varied flow and suona complement each other, and the rap and Chinese style are integrated and exhilarating, giving people a sense of vastness and wandering in the world.

The most direct feeling of the whole song is that each part is more intense than the last. Just when you think you've reached the top, there's something even more explosive coming up.

Layer upon layer, wave upon wave, the emotions grow stronger and stronger, the aura expands and expands, leaving you with goosebumps all over after listening.

The entire audience stood up at the same time.

It wasn't that the people in the front row stood up first and then passed the message to the back; it was that everyone jumped up at the same time.

Some people were screaming, some were whistling with their fingers in their mouths, and some were clapping their hands above their heads.

The real-time vote count at the bottom of the live stream screen is jumping up at an incredible speed.

Zhang Yixing covered his head with both hands, mouthing "Holy crap!" and then said, "Goosebumps, I'm getting goosebumps."