Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Luo Qianyu took the empty jar with satisfaction and then ran to get him some clothes.

Just then, a long-lost mechanical voice rang in Xu Qing's mind.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the hidden mission: Rewinding the Past.]

[Host's mental block has been resolved; mental state is being reset...]

[Mental threshold has returned to normal.]

[Reward: Absolute Rationality (Permanently Fixed).]

[Note: From this moment on, no psychological attack or trauma will be able to shake the host's mind.]

Xu Qing felt as if a gentle breeze had swept through her mind.

The gloom that had oppressed him for over a decade, the fear that had woken him up in the middle of the night, all vanished at that moment.

He watched Luo Qianyu clumsily folding the quilt.

It turns out that it wasn't the system that cured him.

It was this fool who made a terrible bowl of ginger soup.

……

at this time.

Olympic Sports Center, central control room.

The atmosphere here is much colder and more gloomy than in the basement.

The newly appointed chief director, Zhou Yan, sat in a leather swivel chair, an unlit cigar between his fingers.

Sitting opposite him were three young men in black hoodies, each with a laptop computer in front of them that was running code at high speed.

"Is everything arranged?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Don't worry, Director Zhou."

The lead hacker chewed gum as his fingers flew across the keyboard.

"We've installed a logic lock in the voting channel. As soon as Xu Qing's votes start to rise, the system will automatically deduct them proportionally. No matter how many people vote for him, the final number displayed on the big screen will always be zero."

Zhou Yan nodded in satisfaction.

This is the power of capital.

Faced with absolute technological superiority, so-called popularity and public opinion are nothing more than a bunch of data that can be manipulated at will.

"And what about the set?" Zhou Yan turned to look at the assistant director next to him.

The assistant director wiped his sweat and quickly replied, "All five hundred professional haters have infiltrated the area and are scattered throughout. As soon as Xu Qing opens his mouth, they will start a commotion, throwing water bottles and booing. We've also muted the microphones in the front row, so the effect broadcast live will be the entire audience booing him."

"very good."

Zhou Yan threw his cigar on the table, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Xu Qing, aren't you so high and mighty? Aren't you going to risk your life singing?"

"Tonight, I'll turn you into an unwanted clown in front of tens of millions of viewers."

"I want everyone to see how terrible the consequences are for offending capital."

……

The entrance to the basement.

A red Ferrari stood out incongruously next to the dilapidated trash can.

This is what Luo Qianyu pawned last night to buy a delivery uniform, and she just redeemed it with money.

"Let's go, I'll send you to the battlefield."

Luo Qianyu changed back into her own clothes, put on those huge sunglasses, and opened the passenger door.

Xu Qing carried a guitar on her back and held the tin box filled with memories in her hand.

He glanced back at the basement where he had lived for three years.

The mold was still there in the corner, and the smell of sewers still lingered in the air.

But he knew he would never come back.

"What's wrong? You can't bear to part with it?" Luo Qianyu asked, leaning against the car window.

"I can't bear to part with that half-box of uneaten instant noodles."

Xu Qing got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.

"Promising."

Luo Qianyu floored the accelerator, and the Ferrari roared like a beast as it sped out of the narrow, dirty alley.

......

The dome of the Olympic Sports Center was almost blown off by the sound waves.

This is the final night of "Rising Star".

More than 300 million viewers worldwide simultaneously flooded into the live stream.

The server's red light was flashing wildly, just like the technical department head's blood vessels were about to burst.

Backstage lounge.

Xu Qing sat in the slightly wobbly folding chair.

He had his eyes closed.

He was clutching the iron box that contained all his wealth.

Wang Dazhu squatted in the corner, wiping his suona.

Li Ergou is applying rosin to his erhu.

Zhang Tiedan is inspecting the drumhead of the large drum.

Everything seemed peaceful.

Until Xiao Li, who was in charge of clothing, walked in with a cup of hot coffee.

"oops!"

Xiao Li slipped.

The scalding hot coffee traced a brown arc in the air.

impartial.

It was all spilled onto Xu Qing's only white performance outfit.

The coffee stains spread quickly across the white shirt.

Xiao Li exaggeratedly covered his mouth.

"I'm so sorry, Teacher Xu! The floor is too slippery!"

There was not a trace of apology in his eyes.

They were all gloating.

This was the first appetizer that Zhou Yan had arranged.

Wang Dazhu stood up.

"Can't you watch where you're going?"

Xu Qing reached out and stopped him.

"fine."

Xu Qing glanced at the dirty shirt.

His expression was indifferent.

"Just take it off."

Even if he's shirtless.

He can still sing.

"No!"

Luo Qianyu next to him exploded.

She was still wearing those oversized sunglasses and a mask today.

But his aura changed instantly.

That was the oppressive aura emanating from the eldest daughter of the Luo Group.

"This is the finals."

"We can't be so casual."

Luo Qianyu took out her phone.

She didn't hide anything from anyone.

I dialed a number directly.

"I am Luo Qianyu."

"Send your haute couture suits for this season to the Olympic Sports Center."

"Yes, now."

"In less than ten minutes, you'll have a new spokesperson for next year."

hang up the phone.

Xiao Li was stunned in the lounge.

Wang Dazhu's mouth dropped open.

"Goodness, your sister-in-law's tone is even more arrogant than our village party secretary's."

Xu Qing looked at her.

"That's a different price."

Luo Qianyu glared at him.

"Shut up."

"If you dare embarrass me today, I'll burn your guitar when I get home."

Five minutes later.

A helicopter roared and hovered above the Olympic Sports Center.

Two men in black suits rushed into the backstage area carrying dust bags.

That's a limited edition model from a top luxury brand that hasn't been released yet.

Hand-cut.

Valued at seven figures.

Xiao Li looked at the outfit and his calves started to cramp.

He wanted to slip away.

Luo Qianyu pointed to the doorway.

"Get out."

Tell the person who sent you to spill the coffee.

"This kind of despicable tactic is too low-level."

In the control room.

Zhou Yan looked at the screen on the monitor.

The cigar in his hand was snapped in two.

"Haute couture?"

"Luo Qianyu?"

Zhou Yan sneered.

"Does having money make you superior?"

"Let's see how you sing later."

He turned to look at the sound engineer next to him.

"Has the in-ear monitor signal been switched off?"

The sound engineer wiped his sweat.

"Cut it."

"The backup channel is also locked."

"After he went on stage, he couldn't hear any accompaniment or human voices."

"All I can hear is the sound of electricity."

Zhou Yan nodded in satisfaction.

In a stadium with tens of thousands of people.

There is no in-ear monitor.

The singer is deaf.

Let alone keeping up with the pace.

They don't even know if they sang off-key.

This was the second big meal he prepared for Xu Qing.

Blindly listening.

at the same time.

Backstage lounge.

Xu Qing was changing her clothes.

Wang Dazhu suddenly cursed.

"Hold!"

"Those bastards!"

Wang Dazhu held up the suona in his hand.

The joint between the reed and the body of the suona was filled with glue.

It's completely dry.

It's completely blocked.

Let alone blowing it.

No air can get through.

Li Ergou quickly checked his erhu.

The bow was cut in half with a blade.

It will break if you apply even a little force.

Zhang Tiedan's drum was in an even worse state.

A layer of paint was splashed on the drumhead.

It's not dry yet.

Everywhere.

Extremely disgusting.

Wang Dazhu was so angry that he was trembling all over.

"Brother Qing, what do we do now?"

"We don't have any equipment, so how are we supposed to accompany you?"

"These people are so despicable!"

Xu Qing fastened the last button of his suit jacket.