I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

"Xiao Chen, do your best on the show."

"Those foreigners always think we're no good. You must win face for China."

Anita Mui also chimed in, her eyes full of advice.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, but don't let our family lose its prestige either."

Xiao Chen dropped his playful demeanor, stood ramrod straight, and his gaze was as calm as the sea.

"Don't worry, brother, Sister Mei, I know what I'm doing."

"Of course, who am I?"

"I am Xiao Chen."

That last joke made everyone laugh again.

Xiao Chen didn't even have time to eat a bite of the wrap party before plunging into the night.

Wang Jinhua was already waiting in the car, her phone constantly buzzing with messages.

"Xiao Chen, Sister Huimei just called to ask if you're coming back for soup."

Xiao Chen rubbed his temples in exasperation.

"Tell my mom that when I get back from the US, I'll drink three big bowls of her liquor."

The car sped along the highway leading to the airport, and Xiao Chen looked out at the neon lights.

He recalled those obscure days in his past life, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Since God gave him this face and this voice, he must take over the stage of the world.

The atmosphere was noticeably different when I returned to the recording studio of The Voice of China for the second time.

The butterfly effect created by the first episode has led to a further increase in the quality of the contestants in this episode.

Many established independent musicians have even emerged.

Among the Chinese players backstage, there were also several familiar faces.

They were impressed by Xiao Chen's performance in the first episode.

That boldness of only recruiting his own people ignited the fighting spirit of countless wanderers.

Adam leaned closer, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Xiao, I heard you've been filming and winning awards in China, even a Grammy?"

Xiao Chen casually played with the brand-name item in his hand.

"I was lucky, I just grabbed it on a whim."

This Versailles-esque tone made Blake, who was standing next to him, so angry that he wanted to slam his fist on the table.

Recording begins.

The first one to take the stage was a veteran American rocker.

That voice, it was as if it had swallowed three pounds of sand and then been soaked in alcohol, was extremely shocking.

Adam and Katie turned around almost simultaneously within ten seconds.

Xiao Chen sat quietly, even closing his eyes.

He is waiting.

He waited for that voice that could send shivers down his spine.

In order to create more interesting content, the production team deliberately interspersed several Asian singers with mediocre skills in the middle of the show.

These singers are courageous, but they do lack depth and experience.

The American audience members below the stage began to murmur among themselves.

"Xiao is really going to go home empty-handed this time."

"The voices of people from China are indeed not suitable for this kind of stage."

Xiao Chen listened to these harsh sounds without any change in expression.

He simply stroked the rotary knob on the chair quietly.

The lights in the recording studio were a bit dazzling.

At the age of nineteen, his face had already become a globally recognized masterpiece of God.

Even when he's just sitting still, the camera lens will involuntarily tilt towards him.

At this point, the veteran American rocker on stage had already left.

The set is currently undergoing a brief changeover.

Blake turned his head to the side, his blue eyes full of mockery.

"Xiao, you didn't even warm up your voice just now, what are you waiting for?"

"Are we waiting for God to come and sing himself?"

Xiao Chen rested his chin on his hand, revealing his signature harmless smile.

"Blake, the best things are always saved for last. You should learn the patience of the Chinese."

Adam also joined in, his tone carrying an obvious sense of superiority.

"Xiao, those Eastern singers you brought... although I admire their courage."

"But this is Voice, not a beauty pageant."

Katie shrugged, clearly agreeing with Adam's assessment.

In the first episode, Xiao Chen showcased his production skills.

Xiao Chen didn't respond.

These arrogant guys always think that high notes and roars are music.

Little did they know that the real killer move was often hidden in the most inconspicuous sighs.

The lights went out again.

In the center of the stage, a slightly thin figure walked up.

The man wore black-rimmed glasses, carried a guitar on his back, hunched his shoulders, and was even somewhat stooped.

Low snickers rippled through the audience.

"Who is this? A baby who hasn't been weaned yet?"

"He looks like a lost intern, can he really sing?"

Xiao Chen didn't turn around, but the swivel chair behind him blocked his view but amplified his hearing.

He heard the young man's somewhat rapid breathing.

This is followed by an extremely simple acoustic guitar intro.

There are no fancy arrangements, no complicated techniques.

"Someone as outstanding as me should have lived a brilliant life..."

The first sentence spoken.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Chen slammed his right hand on the red button.

boom.

The swivel chair spun rapidly.

He saw the flustered young man on the stage.

It is precisely Mao who is inconsistent.

At this moment, the other three mentors' hands were still frozen on the table.

Adam frowned deeply, even wondering if Xiao Chen had pressed the wrong button.

"Xiao, are you crazy?"

Adam gasped in a voice that only the instructors could hear.

"This melody only has three chords! And the singing... isn't even as good as my gardener's!"

Xiao Chen ignored Adam's questions and focused intently on Mao Buyi.

On stage, when Mao Buyi saw Xiao Chen turn around, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but then he became calm.

The singing began to become steady, carrying a kind of melancholy that came from seeing through the ways of the world.

"How come after more than twenty years..."

Still adrift in the sea of ​​people.

Even though they couldn't communicate verbally, that humble, self-deprecating yet stubborn aura began to spread outwards.

Music is universal.

But the soul of this song lies in the profound sense of despair conveyed in every word.

Americans don't understand the lyrics, so they naturally find it mediocre.

But Xiao Chen knew that as long as he sat there, he was the translator of this song.

The song ended.

Mao Buyi stood on the stage like a prisoner awaiting trial.

Katie couldn't help but speak up, her tone somewhat critical.

"Xiao, I really can't understand your aesthetic sense."

"Have your standards dropped this low this time?"

Blake shook his head as well.

"This is common in American bars; it's mediocre and too restrained."

Xiao Chen smiled.

He slowly stood up, his hands in his suit trouser pockets.

This appearance combines the playfulness of a young boy with the majesty of a movie star.

"Guys, what do you think he's singing?"

Xiao Chen's voice sounded exceptionally clear through the loudspeaker.

"He is singing about his mediocrity, but also about his extraordinary nature."

"The song is called 'A Person Like Me'."

Xiao Chen turned to look at the camera, his eyes revealing an arrogant confidence.

"Do you think the melody is too simple?"

That's because his emotions don't need fancy packaging.

"Adam, if you could write lyrics this poignant, you'd have double the number of Grammys you have now."