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Ke Chen had just finished his performance when all four mentors turned around. A scene unfolded below, with four well-known singers vying for Ke Chen's attention. Everyone thought Ke Chen sang well and wanted him to join their teams.

Shen Zhi stood up straight in disbelief and rubbed her ears.

Are you kidding me?

She was certain that there was nothing wrong with her ears, so the problem must be with someone else's ears.

Damn it!

Can Ke Chen's plain voice be called pleasant to listen to?

What do you call her and her older brother's voices? Heavenly?

Are Chinese people really that bad at music?!

Shen Zhi asked Fu Xin a series of questions that were difficult to explain in a few words:

"Xin Xin, do you think he sings well?"

"It sounds amazing! Zhizhi, don't you think it's incredibly beautiful?"

"..."

Shen Zhi patted the little girl on the shoulder, her smile indescribable; she couldn't agree with her.

Ke Chen's actual singing skills are really... terrible!

Let's eat something good! How about we eat something nice?

Perhaps sensing the suspicion in Shen Zhi's words, Fu Xin took out her phone and opened Ke Chen's Douyin account, which contained many videos of him singing.

The data was actually quite good, with each post receiving at least a million likes.

"This was Ah Chen's first time recording a show, and with so many audience members in the audience, he was a little nervous, so his performance might have been a tiny bit worse than usual. Zhi Zhi, listen to his usual songs, they're really amazing!"

"No need, I..." Shen Zhi said with a look of resistance; she didn't want to torture her ears.

But Fu Xin was faster; before Shen Zhi could agree, she had already clicked on a singing video.

The man's voice was noticeably more textured than the live performance, and he handled all sorts of high notes and trills with ease.

Although for Shen Zhi it was still like carving flowers on excrement, it was indeed a little better than before.

In short, he was a completely different person from the one who had just been singing on stage.

Shen Zhi didn't even need to think about it; she knew that all of Ke Chen's works posted online were definitely edited.

A truly skilled audio engineer can fix even a distorted or off-key voice, making it sound as good as a professional singer's performance.

Shen Zhi raised her hand and pressed pause on the screen.

It's a shame she's not a toilet; she simply can't contain something so dirty and fake. So, Shen Zhi made an excuse to go to the toilet in order to avoid this part.

Shen Zhi came out of the bathroom after washing her hands and heard a clear, ethereal voice. The voice was very distinctive, but perhaps some minor details in the transitions were not handled well.

However, the flaws do not detract from the overall merit; she felt that he sang much better than Ke Chen.

Shen Zhi wanted to hear the other girl finish the song, but suddenly, the girl's voice became choked up, and suppressed sobs filled the air. Then the song stopped.

Shen Zhi followed the sound and found the other person, stopping half a meter away from the figure crouching in the corner:

Why are you crying?

San San's crying stopped abruptly. She quickly lowered her head, wiped away her tears, sniffed, and stubbornly denied it:

"I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eye..."

Shen Zhi took a piece of paper from her small bag and handed it to him, then stood quietly waiting for him to look up.

"Thanks……"

She thanked him with a heavy nasal tone, and when she looked up slightly, the first thing that caught her blurry vision was a pair of long legs.

Her hair was white, straight, and long, with even her knees showing a faint pink hue.

Wearing a bright yellow bodycon mini skirt, a dark blue sweatshirt, and a matching bright yellow ribbon scarf around her neck, she looked radiant, like a ray of sunshine entering San San's field of vision.

What shocked San San even more than her skin was the woman's face.

She was breathtakingly beautiful; when you looked down at her, it was as if a goddess was showing compassion to the world.

His amber-green eyes seemed to hold both pity and tranquility.

So beautiful...

San San was completely stunned, her red lips slightly parted, and she didn't react for a long time, not even reaching out to take the tissue.

Shen Zhi's arm got tired, so she pushed it forward and reminded her:

"Wipe your tears first."

"Oh... thank you!"

San San took the tissue with both hands, and a faint scent of gardenia wafted into her nose.

Even the fairy's tissues smell sweet...

San San calmed down by now, stared at the girl in front of her for a long while to confirm, her mind buzzing, and asked incredulously to confirm:

Are you Shen Zhi?

Shen Zhi neither answered nor denied it, but simply glanced at her, which could be considered an admission.

"Zhizhi! It really is Zhizhi!"

San San immediately stood up, revealing her delicate face. Her exquisite makeup was now smudged by tears, clinging somewhat disheveled to her face.

"Zhizhi... I'm San San. You might not remember me. I was selected by WildGod's club before, and we played games together... I really like you!"

The gloomy and depressed mood vanished instantly upon seeing her idol.

Shen Zhi seemed to remember something, and said "oh" with a drawn-out tone:

"Oh, it's you! I remember you were a beauty streamer, weren't you? What brings you to this singing competition? And why are you crying?"

"You've ruined your makeup with tears, it won't look good when you go on stage."

San San forced a bitter smile:

"I don't need to go on stage anymore... I've been eliminated."

Shen Zhi paused slightly upon hearing this, her delicate brows furrowing even more noticeably.

Eliminated? This girl sings much better than Ke Chen's hoarse voice, how could she be eliminated?!

What's wrong with the ears of Chinese people?!

San San rarely found anyone willing to listen to her, so she began to pour out her grievances like beans spilling from a bamboo tube:

"I've always loved singing, and my fans have always praised my singing. I impulsively came here. The judges had already turned around and praised my singing... But I didn't expect to be eliminated in the first round. I feel so embarrassed... I'm sorry, I made you laugh."

"Ms. Shen, I really like the songs you compose. I've listened to all your songs. You're amazing!"

Shen Zhi discerned the key phrases in the girl's disorganized words.

"You said all the mentors turned around, but you were still eliminated? That's not in accordance with the rules."

"Rules..." San San chuckled self-deprecatingly, resignedly looking up at the sky. "Rules are made by people, and those who set the rules can naturally change them. I don't have that kind of luck, nor do I want other contestants to have strong enough backing. If I block someone's path, I can only give way."

After San San finished speaking, only the dripping sound of water seemed to remain in the hallway outside the restroom, making people feel uneasy and helpless.

Is this really how things are in this industry?

They're comparing connections, not strength?

In that case, Chinese entertainment industry, prepare to welcome your real instructor!

Shen Zhi crossed her arms and waited for a long time before a mocking smile appeared on her lips. She raised her hand to touch San San's lowered head, gently tapping her chin to make her look into her eyes.

"Who said you don't have any backing? From the very beginning, I, Shen Zhi, have been your backing."

She refused to believe that the person she, Shen Zhi, had chosen was inferior to that bunch of trash outside.