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As night fell, the comments section of William Davis's tweets on Twitter remained chaotic.

Many foreign netizens who hold prejudices against China joined in the frenzy of mockery in the comments.

"Haha, Master William is right, their music is simply a disaster."

"I heard the whole internet is begging a young man named 'LinYan' to save the world? That's hilarious. What does a kid in his early twenties know?"

"Chinese people love to hype themselves up. Once the exchange week opens, the whole world will laugh at them."

On Weibo, a Chinese social media platform, netizens are expressing extreme anxiety.

Qingqiu Studio has been playing dead, and Lin Yan has also vanished as if he's disappeared from the face of the earth.

"What's going on? Why isn't Lin Shen coming out yet?"

"Could they really be chickening out? After all, their opponent is an international master..."

"Nonsense! Lin Shen dares to go head-to-head with even capital, what's he afraid of, foreigners!"

"But... this is an epic patriotic song, completely different from writing pop songs. What if Lin Shen really isn't good at it?"

Just when Chinese netizens were about to fall into despair and self-doubt, a newly registered Twitter account with even its profile picture being the system's default blank background quietly appeared below William's arrogant tweet.

The account ID is simple and straightforward, consisting only of pinyin: LinYan.

There were no lengthy essays, no angry outbursts or tirades.

This account only replied with one word and one punctuation mark.

【Wait.】(Wait.)

It's a simple English word, yet it exudes an extreme arrogance that looks down on the world.

Initially, netizens on foreign websites didn't even notice this reply mixed in with tens of thousands of comments.

Until a sharp-eyed user in China took a screenshot and sent it back to China.

"Holy crap!!! Brothers, look! It's Lin Shen! Lin Shen has scaled the wall and gone to war!!!"

"【Wait.】? Wait? My god, that's so awesome!"

"I give that a perfect score for that show of bravado! Is Lin Shen implying: 'You'd better wash your neck clean and wait?!'"

"Ahhhhh, this is so exciting! I knew Lin Shen would never back down!"

"This is what they call 'few words, big impact'! Lin Shen is holding back a killer move!"

Instantly, the Chinese internet exploded.

Countless netizens bypassed the Great Firewall and went to the site, frantically liking and commenting under the 【Wait.】 tag.

In just half an hour, the number of likes on this reply exceeded 300,000, and it was pushed to the most prominent position in William's comment section.

On the other side of the ocean, William Davis looked at the massive influx of Chinese netizens suddenly appearing under his Twitter feed, along with the extremely conspicuous "Wait.", and his face darkened.

"A young man who doesn't know his place," William sneered, turning his head to instruct his assistant.

"Go and find out who this LinYan is. I want to see what kind of junk they can come up with."

At this point, Qingqiu Studio had completely entered "mad dog" mode.

"Old Liang! Stop dawdling here. The tone of these ten cellos is too dry. I need the weight and depth of history! Record it again!"

"Chen Yu, go downstairs and buy fifty servings of late-night snacks, and bring up five cases of Red Bull! Nobody's leaving tonight, everyone's working through the night!"

"Recording department, lower the reverb! I want to emphasize the clarity of the vocals, not make it sound like you're belting out a song in a public bathhouse!"

At two o'clock in the morning, the recording studio of Qingqiu Studio was brightly lit.

Clutching a sheet of musical notation covered in scribbles, Lin Yan frantically darted between the various control panels like a tyrant surveying his territory.

The usual lazy Director Lin, who just wanted to lounge on the sofa like a salted fish, was gone.

Now, his eyes are sharp, his aura is overwhelming, and the terrifying professionalism he displays makes even the seasoned veterans with over a decade of experience in the studio dare not breathe.

This was the first time anyone had ever witnessed Lin Yan's manic side.

Faced with matters of national honor, the salted fish not only turned the tables but also revealed its true colors.

Shen Qingqiu walked over with a cup of warm loquat tea and handed it to him: "Have a sip of water to soothe your throat. You've been working on it for three hours straight."

Lin Yan took the water glass and gulped down a large mouthful, his brows still tightly furrowed: "There's no way around it, time is too tight. The arrangement of the song 'Wanjiang' is too complicated. The traditional pentatonic scale has to be perfectly integrated with modern electronic synthesizers. We can't lose the ancient charm, but we also have to appeal to modern tastes. These people's skills are still a bit lacking."

"Wanjiang?"

Shen Qingqiu murmured the name, her eyes filled with shock.

Just hearing the name, you can feel the overwhelming grandeur.

"Okay." Lin Yan put down his water glass and handed her the final revised lyrics and sheet music.

"The lyrics and music are finalized. Take a look and get a feel for it. Remember, for the first verse, use your best ethereal and clear singing style to express that gentle, peaceful feeling. Practice the opera style later."

"Opera-style singing?" Shen Qingqiu was stunned; she had never encountered opera-style singing before.

"Yes, it's authentic Peking Opera singing style for female roles." Lin Yan stared intently at her.

"I don't need you to pronounce words as clearly as a professional opera actor. What I want is that amazing feeling of breaking through the air. Your voice has that potential, and I have faith in you."

Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and looked at the A4 paper covered with musical notes.

The red sun rises in the east, its grand avenue bathed in rosy light.

How fortunate I am to have been born into your arms.

Inheriting a lineage of blood

Sharing both hardship and happiness has set a strong backbone.

With just one glance, Shen Qingqiu felt a chill run down his spine.

This grand narrative, which tightly intertwines personal emotions with the fate of the nation, is a realm that her previous love songs could never reach.

Her eyes were slightly red, and her fingers unconsciously tightened around the sheet music.

"I understand." Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes were more determined than ever before. "I will absolutely not mess it up."

"Alright, don't put too much pressure on yourself. You're the boss I've got my eye on."

Lin Yan casually ruffled Shen Qingqiu's hair and yawned.

"Go to the studio and warm up your voice. I'll personally supervise you in the studio."