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

The introduction features a solo performance on the bayan accordion.

Immediately afterwards, a distant chime rang out.

What a grand opening!

A deep male voice chanted a harmony from one side of the stage; it was pure Russian, with a whisper-like quality.

"Земля… она помнит все шаги."

(The land…she remembers every footprint.)

The sound seemed to come from close to the ground, filled with the weight of history.

Then, Ni Yuelan's singing voice joined in, flowing gently.

"My shadow is longer than the winter night."

"Retrieve the faces of our ancestors in the mirror of the Volga River."

"The rye fields bowed their heads to listen."

"Deep in the soil, the vow remains unfurled."

Ling Luo sat quietly, her fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the armrest.

Primarily based on Russian minor keys, but with a few Lydian chords inserted unintentionally, creating a sacred and spacious listening experience.

Teacher Le Hong truly lives up to his reputation.

The song begins with a prelude, where the balalaika's clear and rapid fingerpicking sweeps across the strings.

"what……"

As a prelude, a bass choir from backstage began, followed by a Cossack-style "Hey!"

Shouts erupted without warning!

  

After Nan Ye'an and Qin Hanwen finished singing their songs, they sat together and whispered to each other in a relaxed mood.

Nan Ye'an glanced at Le Hong, who was not far away.

"This is getting a bit complicated."

Qin Hanwen kept his eyes on the stage and nodded casually.

nonsense.

"I heard that Le Hong hired Tang Qian half a year ago. He's a talented person who studied in Russia."

Knowing full well that Ni Yuelan and Ling Luo had a good relationship, they still let Ni Yuelan participate.

Tsk.

Everyone knows the heart of Sima Zhao.

If Le Hong loses the vote later, he can easily shift the blame to Ni Yuelan, saying that they are just friends and it's fine to have a friendly competition, there's no need to take it too seriously.

In other words, Ni Yuelan didn't go all out because of their friendship, and it had nothing to do with his song.

If Ling Luo loses, tsk, let's stir things up and say "senior is indeed a senior."

That's right, they don't lose out on either side.

On stage, the deep bass of the snare drum suddenly burst in, the rhythm abruptly becoming clear, carrying the determination and power of a march.

Bayan, chorus, orchestra, and percussion instruments intertwined instantly, merging into a magnificent wave of sound that swept across the entire studio!

Ni Yuelan's singing voice also exploded at this moment, full of steel-like resilience and power.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Holy crap! This is incredible! Is this some kind of epic epic?!

[Teacher Le Hong has gone mad! This isn't a competition, it's a concert!]

My god, this arrangement, this layout, it's got me pinned to my chair.

[Binbin is in danger! This song is too powerful; it feels like an entire army group is fighting a battle!]

Nan Ye'an turned to the side and whispered to Ling Luo, "Ling Luo, pay attention to the trend of the internet."

Ling Luo smiled and nodded.

As the music transitions into an interlude, the boisterous orchestra temporarily retreats.

A fast and lively balalaika solo begins, with a rhythm typical of Russian folk dance, full of vitality.

Then the accordion joined in, engaging in a fierce competition with it.

The two instruments seemed to be having a dialogue, a collision.

Lingluo's fingertips lightly touched the armrest.

It's a rhythmic variation of "Kalinka," but there's something hidden in the harmony—a slightly discordant modern feel, like a collision and dialogue between the old and new eras.

As the interlude ended, the noise on stage abruptly ceased.

Only a beam of light remained, accompanied by the soft accompaniment of a bayan.

Ni Yuelan's voice rang out again, but it had changed from its previous passionate tone to a cool and detached one, carrying a spiritual quality like a sacred chant.

"Beneath the onion-domed church, pigeons flew and became scriptures."

"I ask every icon, where is the door to 'mercy'?"

"The candlelight flickers, the answer lies in the smoke."

"Rise, rise, and then—merge into the boundless."

The sudden silence, coupled with the profound questions posed in the lyrics, made everyone hold their breath.

Immediately afterwards, the voices of a bass choir emerged from the background, chanting repeatedly in Russian.

"Господи, помилуй…"

(Lord, have mercy on us...)

A sense of sacredness and bewilderment mingled, and many audience members unconsciously clasped their hands together in prayer.

When the music ended, the crowd hadn't even had time to recover.

"Ni Yuelan's voice is so captivating, and with the bass harmonies," Nan Ye'an leaned back in her chair, "Ling Luo is in trouble."

Qin Hanwen's eyes also looked somewhat serious. The song was very well done, from the arrangement to the concept.

Ling Luo is now being roasted on the barbecue grill by Le Hong, caught in a dilemma.

Yu Hongchang stepped onto the stage and said, "Let us once again thank Teacher Le Hong and Teacher Ni Yuelan for bringing us such a sacred piece, 'Birch Tree.' Ah, I feel like my soul has just undergone a baptism."

The camera focused on Le Hong, who stood up, bowed gracefully to the audience, and wore a calm smile.

Lu Yanan, who was next to him, looked a little stiff, and the smile that had been on her face all night was long gone.

On stage, You Hongchang asked Ni Yuelan to step down to rest, then continued hosting, "Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Lingluo's singer, Suo Binbin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights went out.

When the lights came on again, Suo Binbin was seen standing in the center of the stage.

Suo Binbin was wearing a simple white turtleneck sweater and dark trousers, looking as clean and neat as a boy next door.

Because Suo Binbin's voice is delicate, with a very clear and bright ethnic style, it is not noticeable when she speaks, but when she sings, her voice tends to be more feminine.

So Lingluo gave him a Russian female version of BapBapa's song.

Song information appeared on the big screen.

Katyusha

Singer: Suo Binbin (BapBapa)

Lyrics by: Ling Luo (Mikhail Isakovsky)

Composer: Ling Luo (Matvey Blanchell)

A small commotion broke out in the audience.

"Katyusha? That's... a girl's name?"

"It sounds like a folk song. How can this compare to 'Birch Tree' from earlier?"

The live stream chat was flooded with question marks.

【What is Ling Luo doing? The enemy is launching a full-scale attack, and he's sending a young girl out to deliver a love letter?】

Katyusha...that's such a soft name. I thought it would be something like "The Battle of Moscow."

[Oh no, Binbin is going to be sacrificed! Ling Luo has really messed up this time.]

[If we weren't recording a show, Mr. Le Hong would probably have already popped the champagne.]

Le Hong looked at the song titles on the big screen with a smile on his lips.

They were still too young.

Did you think that a Russian theme was just about singing a romantic folk song?

Naive.

Lu Yanan was also sweating bullets for Ling Luo.

But seeing Le Hong's reaction out of the corner of his eye, he snorted coldly.

She said, "How come Le Hong and Qi Hongyu get along so well?"

It turns out they're all people with ulterior motives.