I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

Jiang Che took the A4 paper and black marker handed to him by the staff and placed the paper directly on the speaker cabinet next to him.

The cameraman was very considerate; he carried the camera around to his side.

The camera was aimed at the paper, and the image simultaneously switched to the huge LED screen in Jiefangbei Square.

Song Yuqi stood half a step away from him, her gaze involuntarily falling on the tip of his pen.

She had thought Jiang Che would write a song about scenery.

Or they could use down-to-earth folk songs about hot pot and noodles to deal with Wu Zheng's difficult questions.

After all, when you have to finish a complete song in just over ten minutes, no one can expect high quality.

But Jiang Che pressed his wrist against the paper and wrote extremely quickly.

On the large screen, black markers drew sharp lines.

Those were his characters, written in the slender gold style, with a touch of wildness.

"The mountains and rivers are safe and sound."

"Fireworks are commonplace."

"May our wish for a prosperous and peaceful era be fulfilled."

As soon as these words were uttered, the noise of the more than 20,000 people in Jiefangbei Square gradually subsided.

That word is too strong.

It's so heavy it doesn't seem like something you'd use to just make an appearance on a variety show.

What kind of place is Chongqing?

This is a city that never surrendered even under heavy bombing during the War of Resistance against Japan. The Liberation Monument behind it is the only monument in the country commemorating the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan.

Jiang Che's words struck the very core of this city.

Song Yuqi looked down at those few lines of text, her chest burning.

She discovered that the man she had waited for for ten years was far more profound than she had imagined.

He can write love songs like "There's a Wall in Your Heart" that make people weak in the knees, and he can also spread such a fierce and unyielding pride on paper.

Just how much is this man hiding?

"Alright."

Jiang Che threw down his pen, picked up the paper, and turned around.

Ignoring the reactions of the audience, he walked straight to Deng Chao and Chen He.

"Time is short, the melody is simple, but the emotion must be pushed to the limit."

Jiang Che's voice turned serious.

The producer's imposing presence immediately enveloped the entire audience.

He pointed to the piece of paper in Deng Chao's hand: "Brother Chao."

Deng Chao was still immersed in the atmosphere from before, and immediately tried to continue the joke: "Teacher Jiang, your lyrics are so good I feel like enlisting on the spot..."

"Stop talking nonsense, look at the sheet music." Jiang Che interrupted him, glancing at him.

With the added boost of his top-notch performance, even the way he furrows his brow now exudes a genuine and intimidating aura.

"Your midrange is too weak, and you can't reach the high notes."

"In the first verse of the chorus, just focus on providing harmonies; don't try to steal the spotlight from the main melody. If you sing off-key, the whole song's momentum will be ruined."

Deng Chao shrank back, his neck twitching at the merciless reprimand.

He met Jiang Che's eyes, swallowed back the joke that was about to come, and stood up straight obediently: "Fine, I'll hit wherever you point."

"Brother He." Jiang Che turned his head.

Chen He was watching the show while holding his thermos when his name was called. His hand trembled, and he quickly put the thermos down: "I'm here. What do you need, Master Ci?"

"You and Wang Mian are responsible for the beginning of the second paragraph."

Jiang Che tapped his knuckles on the table to keep time. "Keep your breath steady. Don't sing that lifeless tune. This song needs to be sung with energy, understand?"

Chen He swallowed hard, exchanged a glance with Wang Mian, and the two of them obediently began clearing their throats and trying to get into the feeling.

"Lu Han." Jiang Che looked at the person standing at the very edge.

"Put away your usual Korean-style singing and cut off that vibrato at the end of the note."

"This song doesn't need flashy techniques; what it needs is the most down-to-earth and clean pronunciation. It's about singing out that feeling of a dialogue that transcends time and space."

Lu Han nodded immediately, his playful smile vanishing completely.

He covered his mouth with the microphone and whispered his complaints to the camera next to him.

"See that? When Ci Ye gets into this state, it's exactly like the headmaster arresting someone for an all-night internet cafe session."

Song Yuqi held her own sheet music and didn't bother him.

She stood to the side, watching Jiang Che coldly deploy his troops.

She pursed her lips, her eyes shining.

Ten years ago in the high school classroom, Jiang Che was teaching the boys in his class to sing in the choir by tapping the podium with a ruler. He had the same cold and unyielding look on his face.

The scene from ten years ago overlaps with Jiang Che's present self.

Song Yuqi felt that her defenses had been completely shattered by this man's every move.

Jiang Che's dedication to his career is even more dangerous.

Fifteen minutes later, Jiang Che finished going over the sheet music and accompaniment with the band's keyboardist.

He picked up the microphone, turned around, and walked towards the center of the stage.

It was completely dark by then.

The October night breeze in Chongqing carried a slight chill as it swept across Jiefangbei Square.

Holding a walkie-talkie, Wu Zheng, hiding behind the monitor, gave the order: "Turn off the main light source! Quickly, leave only a spotlight shining on Jiang Che!"

Snapped.

The main lights in the center of the square immediately went out.

A white beam of light pierced the night and shone directly onto the high stool in the center of the stage.

Jiang Che walked over and sat on the high stool.

He picked up the acoustic guitar and adjusted the position of the standing microphone.

The more than 20,000 audience members fell silent in those few seconds.

No one organized it, and no one took the lead.

A girl in the front row took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and held it above her head.

Then came the second, the third, the hundredth, and the ten thousandth.

In just over ten seconds, the entire Jiefangbei Square lit up with a sea of ​​stars.

The white lights swayed gently in the night breeze, stretching from the front of the stage all the way to the end of the street hundreds of meters away.

Song Yuqi stood at the side and behind the stage.

The starlight reflected in her bright eyes, making Jiang Che's silhouette sitting on the high stool stand out clearly.

Even Deng Chao and Chen He were stunned by the spectacle.

They have held countless press conferences and walked the red carpet countless times.

But the scene of people spontaneously gathering because of a song that hasn't been sung yet, or because of a person, is incredibly impactful.

The live stream chat was immediately cleared as everyone waited for Jiang Che to speak.

Jiang Che looked at the sea of ​​stars below the stage.

He regulated his breathing, raised his right hand, and steadily plucked the guitar strings with his fingertips.

From the speakers, a remarkably clean and melodious cello glissando cut in from the keyboardist's direction.

It was like turning the first page of a thick history book.

The entire square was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the music could be heard.

Jiang Che leaned slightly forward, bringing his lips close to the microphone.

The breath in my chest sank down, then slowly rose again.

His top-notch singing skills and stage presence were boosted to their peak by the system at this moment. His vocal cords, muscles, and the rhythm of every breath were all adjusted to their best state.

The wind also subsided.

More than 20,000 audience members held up their phones, the light from the screens illuminating the square, but not a single person uttered a sound.

Deng Chao clenched his fist at the edge of the stage, and Lu Han even held her breath.

Song Yuqi stood beside him, her fingers gripping the sheet of paper covered in sheet music, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

In the live stream room.

Thirty million online viewers stared at the screen, and the chat went blank for a few seconds.

Everyone is waiting.

When Jiang Che recited "As You Wish," a song he wrote for the mountain city, and it reached everyone's ears with his voice.

Jiang Che lowered his eyelashes slightly, his gaze passing over the standing microphone in front of him and looking towards the sea of ​​stars.

Press your right thumb onto the string.