Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

Yu Hongchang stood on the stage, silent for a long time before finding his voice.

His voice was hoarse, still carrying the lingering shock: "The power of music lies not only in praising the light, but also in its courage to confront the darkness and embrace pain. Thank you, teachers Fan Ning and Ling Luo, for letting us hear this story that needed to be heard."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the audience who were still immersed in their grief.

"Tonight's competition has only one contestant left. He is a senior figure in the music industry and a warm-hearted singer. Perhaps we can use his music to calm our emotions and find a moment of peace."

"Next, please welcome the King of Singers, Peng Tianxiang, to perform Qin Hanwen's original aspirations, a piece in the Blues style!"

The spotlight shifted from Ling Luo and Fan Ning's seats and fell on Qin Hanwen.

Qin Hanwen stood up and bowed slightly to the camera and the audience. His usual relaxed and teasing expression was gone; the song he had just heard had deeply moved him.

He didn't say much, but calmly greeted the singer behind him.

"The King of Singers!"

Ling Luo hummed in agreement, her gaze falling on Qin Hanwen. At such a moment, any technique or choreography seemed superfluous; only the most sincere emotions could soothe the heart.

  

Peng Tianxiang's slender fingers landed on the piano keys, and a gentle and soothing melody flowed out slowly, like a stream under the moonlight, quiet and clear.

He began to sing, his voice rich and resonant, carrying the weight of stories accumulated over the years.

Gu Yang's tense body unconsciously relaxed in the sound of the song.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the figure on stage singing and playing the guitar. The pent-up frustration he felt from "Growing Up Carrying Ten Thousand Pounds of Weight" seemed to be gently soothed by a tender hand.

Peng Tianxiang sang with great passion, his eyes closed, as if recalling a summer night, a night spent striving for his dream.

This song appeared at just the right moment.

It did not attempt to overshadow the brilliance of "Running Towards," nor did it touch upon the heavy scars of "Growing Up Carrying Ten Thousand Pounds of Weight."

It's like a gentle hug, telling everyone whose heart was touched by tonight's music: It's okay, after crying, you always have to move forward.

When the piece ended, Peng Tianxiang's fingers lingered on the keys for a few seconds before slowly lowering them.

Applause erupted, unlike the previous fervor, but it was exceptionally long and sincere.

Peng Tianxiang stood up, bowed deeply to the audience, then walked off the stage and returned to his seat.

As he passed by Ling Luo, he paused, said nothing, and simply nodded.

Meanwhile, the online world had already completely erupted in excitement.

"Rushing Forward" is a bomb of patriotism and remembrance, while "Growing Up Bearing a Heavy Burden" is a tsunami calling for humanity.

Every song deserves reflection.

Eight out of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are related to "New Voice Creation Camp".

#Journey to the Investiture of the Gods#

#GrowingUpByBearing10,000PoundsOfWeight# [Breaking News]

#LingLuoFanNing# [Breaking News]

#The New Voice Songwriting Camp was a huge success tonight#

#My heart aches for the girl who knelt down#

#How should we protect minors?#

#QinHanwenIsGentle#

#OfficialIntervention# [New]

Countless netizens flooded into the live broadcast room, and the barrage of comments refreshed so fast that the content was almost impossible to read.

I declare that tonight's episode of "New Voices Songwriting Camp" is the best ever, bar none!

[In the first half, I was filled with patriotic fervor, wanting to go to the frontier to defend my country; in the second half, all I wanted to do was send those scumbags to build the underworld.]

Listening to music used to consume a lot of data, but tonight it's used up a lot of tissues. I've already used up a whole pack of tissues.

Who exactly is Ling Luo? Does his mind hold the vastness of the universe, or the suffering of humanity?

No, it's all in his mind. He uses "Rushing Forward" to tell you how worthwhile this world is, and "Growing Up Bearing a Heavy Burden" to tell you that some corners of darkness need to be illuminated. That's a true creator!

[Fan Ning is amazing too; that arrangement is absolutely brilliant. She uses the most innocent melodies to tell the most terrifying stories; it gave me goosebumps.]

The discussion did not stop at the music level.

"Growing Up Carrying a 10,000-Pound Burden" is like a sharp scalpel, cutting open the festering sore that society is most reluctant to touch.

Less than ten minutes after the song ended, the official Weibo account of the Communist Youth League posted a message: "Every child should grow up in the sunshine. It is the responsibility of the whole society to prevent the tragedy of 'carrying a heavy burden' from happening again. #HowShouldWeProtectMinors#"

Immediately afterwards, dozens of official verified accounts, including "Dragon Country Women's News" and "Dragon Country Children and Youth Foundation," reposted the article, igniting a major discussion about the protection of minors.

In a dormitory at a teachers' college, several girls were gathered around a laptop, with the image of You Hongchang's red-rimmed eyes still frozen on the screen.

"I...I want to be a good teacher in the future," a female student preparing for the teacher certification exam said, her voice choked with emotion. "I must protect my students."

"Damn it, I want to take the bar exam right now and send all those bastards to jail!" Another female law student slammed her fist on the table.

The usually bustling campus below the dormitory was unusually quiet. Many windows were lit, and numerous students spontaneously came downstairs and stood silently, as if conducting a silent mourning.

The principal's office at Jingzhou No. 1 Middle School was brightly lit.

After hanging up the phone, Principal Li, who was over fifty years old, said to the director of teaching affairs beside him with a solemn expression, "You heard the call from the Education Bureau, didn't you?"

The head of student affairs nodded, his face equally grim: "I heard it. This song... has had a huge impact."

"A big impact is a good thing!" Principal Li slammed his hand on the table. "It shows that our usual work is far from sufficient!"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the office, finally stopping at the window to look at the city lights in the distance.

"Director Wang, immediately notify all psychological counselors and grade leaders to hold an emergency meeting at 7:30 tomorrow morning."

"The meeting had only one theme: how to ensure that there is absolutely no corner in our school where children grow up with an unbearable burden."

Principal Li turned around, his gaze sharp: "How many students dare to use that anonymous mailbox in the Moral Education Office? How many of those letters are truly taken seriously? We must change! Immediately establish an independent student psychological protection team, with myself as the team leader. More mailboxes need to be added, and an online anonymous reporting channel must be opened. We must ensure that every voice seeking help can be heard safely and quickly!"

"Yes!" Director Wang immediately took out his notebook and wrote it down, feeling a surge of excitement welling up from the bottom of his heart.

In the studio, all the competitions have ended.

Yu Hongchang returned to the stage and announced the opening of the voting channel. But at this moment, the rankings no longer seemed to matter so much.