You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

Inside the singer's dressing room.

Murong Shujin's face turned pale; her worst fears had come true!

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, my singing was too corny, it affected you."

"Girl, it's alright. The fuller the rice in the field, the lower its head." Teng Ge'er patted her shoulder heavily.

To outsiders, Lin Zhiwei is a Berkeley graduate and an artistic goddess, considered an elite artist in the music industry.

But in Teng Ge'er's eyes, Lin Zhiwei was just a half-baked expert who knew how to pursue "high-level aesthetics" and "literary qualities."

Chen Bide stroked his white hair and looked at Murong Shujin with kind eyes: "Child, only the weeds with empty shells stand tall. We won't compete with the wild grass blown by the wind."

……

The stage, the judges' seats.

Li Jian subtly moved closer to Celine, trying to distance himself from the two lunatics.

The solid wood chair legs rub against the ground, producing a subtle but grating creaking sound.

He quickly lowered his eyes and frantically patted his thighs to ease the embarrassment.

At this moment, Li Jian wished he could build a wall between himself and the two plague gods!

He was really afraid that when the time came, blood would splatter on him and drag him down with him!

At this moment, Lin Zhiwei was so angry that she gritted her teeth when she saw Ye Chen choke on his words and fall silent!

"Sister Hong, why did you stop me just now?"

Han Hong took a deep breath and sighed, "He's so eloquent, let's use my method."

Then, Han Hong glared at Ye Chen through gritted teeth: "Ye Chen, your critique sounds so eloquent, then you do it!"

"Aren't you really good at writing songs on the spot?"

"If you want to convince me, write a song right now, in front of everyone, about your inner turmoil and struggle!"

"Yes, write it! What kind of skill is it to just talk the talk?" Lin Zhiwei, as if grasping at the last straw, throbbed with anger as she joined in the commotion.

"Write something that will open our eyes! Don't you pride yourself on understanding life? Don't you look down on experimental music? Then write down real despair, real heartbreak! If you can't, then shut your mouth!"

At this moment, Lin Zhiwei was nowhere to be seen as the artistic goddess she once was.

Wu, who was listening from the side, couldn't help but grin at that fierce and menacing face!

He couldn't help but inwardly gasp!

What a vicious trick!

Who doesn't know that Ye Chen has spent half his life writing sweet and healing songs!

His greatest strengths are sunshine, gentleness, and sweetness, and now he's being forced to open his wounds and write about his pain on the spot?!

Isn't this practically taking his life? This woman's heart is truly despicable!

……

Shengtang Entertainment.

Xu Hao was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead!

His eyes were fixed on Ye Chen's calm profile on the screen.

"Wait, how do we manage to catch Brother Chen and drag him away?"

Xu Hao was almost frantic; songs about suffering are really hard to write!

Jiang Mengting, who was standing next to him, was even more anxious than him!

She was frantic and trembling with anger: "They're putting Ye Chen on the hot seat! What right does he have to represent the future of Chinese music?"

Xu Hao slumped down: "It's more than just being roasted over a fire. This kind of song is hard to write. If you can't express the pain, it becomes just pointless whining! If you write it too painfully and realistically, people will resent and object."

Jiang Mengting broke out in a cold sweat that instantly soaked her hairline: "Is it that hard to write?! Isn't this putting Ye Chen in a completely unpopular position?!"

"Brother Chen, what are you going to do? You can't have any scandals before you retire from the entertainment industry!"

Xu Hao clutched his head, filled with worry.

……

on the stage.

Everyone was watching Ye Chen, waiting to see how he would respond to Han Hong's move.

Ye Chen regained his composure and calmly retorted, "You say 'Cancer' represents the future of Chinese music? Let me tell you something."

"There is a disabled person on the roadside who is missing a leg. He already has a difficult life and is prone to being sensitive and having low self-esteem."

"There was a perfectly healthy person next to him who was trying to imitate him by walking with a limp, and he even called it 'experiencing your pain, this is art.' The onlookers were laughing, but the disabled person wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground."

"You treat that wailing and howling as a treasure, what's the difference between you and able-bodied people? Aren't you all just standing in a safe place, exploiting other people's wounds?!"

Ye Chen's calm reply caused the entire room to fall into a deathly silence, followed by an uproar!

"Wow! Ye Chen really dares to say that!"

"How did the disabled person being imitated feel? Were they truly moved?"

"Even giving him a cane or helping him walk would help, but he insists on imitating him!"

Ye Chen turned the tide with a single move! This sparked a flurry of discussion among the audience!

"Hmph! Are you trying to evade my point by avoiding the main issue?!"

Han Hong didn't care about any of that. She had finally come up with a way to beat Ye Chen to death, so naturally she couldn't give up.

Moreover, it can also confirm whether Ye Chen's live songwriting segment at his concert was a genuine display of talent, or just a publicity stunt!

"Okay, get ready." Ye Chen suddenly said.

Han Hong looked surprised: "Am I ready? Or are you ready?"

"Okay! Get ready." Ye Chen's lips curled up slightly.

"Besides my fans, no one else has ever seen me create a song live. So, before I start creating a song live, I'd like to dedicate a song to you separately."

Han Hong was even more confused!

I asked you to write a song on the spot that conveys your pain, and now you want to give me a song in return?!

There doesn't seem to be any special relationship between us, right?

Or is Ye Chen scared and trying to send me a song to praise me so I'll let him off the hook?

If the song is good, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Han Hong raised her index finger, nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, you sing."

Li Jian, who was standing to the side, heard "You're ready."

He sensed something was wrong!

He scooted closer to Celine again, and couldn't help but whisper, "Is Ye Chen afraid of shocking Han Hong?"

Ye Chen didn't get up, but held the microphone close to his face and shouted: "Hey~ you big fatso."

"You've already eaten so much, and you still want to eat more~"

"Cake, potato chips, fried chicken, sandwiches, what don't you love to eat!"

"..."

Han Hong's smile froze, and she angrily turned her head to the side: "Are you even polite?!"

Lin Zhiwei quickly reached out and placed her hand on Han Hong's chest to help her catch her breath. As she did so, Lin Zhiwei couldn't help but smile.

Seeing Lin Zhiwei smiling only fueled Han Hong's already despair, making him even angrier!

This scene delighted the viewers in the live stream, and a barrage of comments followed:

[Han Hong: Oh no! You sent me this song specifically for me?!]

【What do you mean "I'm ready"?! You're practically shoving a bullet into Han Hong's face!】

[Han Hong was all smiles just now, but now her face has turned green, hahaha]

[That feels so good! I've been annoyed with her for ages! Hahaha!]

[Cake, potato chips, fried chicken, sandwich, reciting menu items, hahaha]

[Ye Chen's mouth is poisoned, I love it!]

"Stop, stop, stop!" Han Hong composed herself, her expression turning into one of utter disbelief. "I've heard enough about this song. You'd better finish one right here on the spot! Otherwise... some audience members might misunderstand and think you're writing songs live at your concert, or that it's scripted!"