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

The drum kit instantly subsided, leaving only the bass drum striking.

Luo Qianyu's voice then deepened, returning to that languid, low tone. But after the explosive chorus, her enunciation now carried a weighty, profound quality.

"Without realizing it, I've gotten caught up in this rhythm—"

"Belatedly, another autumn has passed—"

"I belatedly realized that I should have lived my life better."

The four words "live well" were uttered with a lingering, downward tone until they disappeared into the breath.

Then, without giving anyone a chance to catch their breath.

"Quietly and silently leaving, they found themselves on the verge of danger—"

"Baby, my world is in turmoil—"

The second chorus roars in.

As the band raised their volume, Luo Qianyu's vocal pressure surged!

He didn't force it with his voice; the support came entirely from his core muscles. His voice was like a bullet fired from a gun, hitting the microphone and then bombarding the entire venue through top-of-the-line speakers.

"Love comes too fast, like a tornado!"

She deliberately stretched the word "wind" for a full two and a half beats!

The final note even featured a rapid triplet transition—one turn, then another, and finally a third turn that slid directly from falsetto back to true voice. The entire sequence took less than a second, so clean and precise it was almost breathtaking.

The audience erupted in chaos.

From the first row to the third floor, more and more people stood up.

The stomping and screaming, the rhythm, spread like wildfire like a virus. The entire studio transformed into a giant, boiling volcano.

"We couldn't escape the storm's grasp; there was no time to run!"

"I can't think about it anymore—I can't think about it anymore—"

"I won't—I won't—I can't—"

"Love can be as swift as a tornado!"

"I can't bear it anymore, I have nowhere to hide—"

"I don't want to think about it anymore—I don't want to think about it anymore—"

"No—no—I don't want to think about you anymore!"

The third chorus flows seamlessly, and the full band lineup is completely on full display!

At this moment, Luo Qianyu's voice was completely unsealed.

The lung capacity accumulated during those seven days of grueling training, and the competitive spirit simmering in their bones, all poured out in that single second.

Her voice transformed into a real tornado, rising from the ground and soaring straight to the dome.

The black overalls gleamed with a cold, hard sheen under the spotlight, and the high ponytail swung with an aggressive air every time it moved.

The person standing on the stage at this moment is not Luo Qianyu, who was ridiculed as a "burden".

She herself is this tornado.

The outro fades out.

"Without realizing it, you've already left me—"

The sound subsided, and the drum kit, bass, and synthesizers all disappeared from the stage.

"Without realizing it, I've gotten caught up in this rhythm—"

"Belatedly, another autumn has passed—"

"I belatedly realized that I should have lived my life better."

The last sentence was almost entirely carried by breathy vocalizations, as light as a feather falling to the ground.

All the instruments stopped abruptly.

There was a complete, deathly silence on the stage for a full second.

"Bang!"

A loud bang.

Fang Hong slammed his hand on the table, smashing his acrylic name tag into three pieces!

The shards flew right up to the judge next to him, startling him.

Fang Hong suddenly stood up, raised his hands high, and began to clap with great force, even with a touch of fanaticism.

This wasn't just polite formality from the judges; it was an instinctive reaction to being completely overwhelmed by the top-notch performance.

"Who the hell said the Chinese music scene is a greenhouse?!"

Fang Hong turned and roared at the broadcast camera, his eyes red-rimmed, "Come out! I'll show you what a storm that uproots everything looks like!"

The applause erupted like a burst dam, surging from the judges' seats all the way up to the third floor.

The screams nearly lifted the roof off the studio.

Luo Qianyu stood in the center of the stage, her Martin boots firmly planted in the spotlight.

His chest heaved violently, and sweat streamed down his face, gleaming brightly under the light.

She didn't cry.

She laughed freely and flamboyantly.

……

Half an hour later, the rankings were released.

First place: Adam Lambert. Audience and judges combined score: 97.2. The Iron Throne of the International Demon King remains firmly in his grasp.

Second place: Luo Qianyu. Overall score: 94.8.

They scored two points higher than the previous period, and left the third place with a gap of 4.5 points!

She has indeed never beaten Adam.

But with her R&B version of "Tornado," she managed to create a glaring crack right next to that insurmountable throne.

Three thousand audience members will remember this night.

Remember how a female singer, defined by the entire internet as a "sweet and sentimental girl," shattered all prejudices and captivated the audience.

The corridor of the waiting area.

Luo Qianyu ran over and threw herself into Xu Qing's arms without any hesitation.

"We won!"

"You won by getting second place?" Xu Qing caught her and placed his hand firmly on her waist.

"How can this not be called a win?! I blew up a whole bunch of national teams, this is an incredible victory!"

Luo Qianyu tilted her head back, her eyes shining as if they held stars.

"Where's your skirt?" Xu Qing teased her.

"I'm wearing work clothes today, no skirt!"

"Hmm, the work clothes aren't wrinkled either."

Luo Qianyu glared at him, but she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"Xu Qing."

"Um."

"The day I beat Adam," Luo Qianyu stared intently at him, "you have to tell the entire nation in person—this song was written for your queen."

Xu Qing looked at her arrogant and unforgiving demeanor and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"OK."

Luo Qianyu buried her face back in his chest, satisfied, and rubbed against him twice.

Just then.

Xu Qing's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He didn't loosen his grip on Luo Qianyu, and took out his phone with one hand to glance at it.

On the screen, an international news flash suddenly appeared.

[Breaking News: Serious armed conflict erupts in the Ichiro area, displacing large numbers of civilians and affecting several international aid infrastructure projects.]

The accompanying photo in the news report was an extremely horrific snapshot of the scene.

Amidst the ruins, a five- or six-year-old child sits on rubble. His face is covered in blood, and his terrified eyes stare directly at the camera.

The background is billowing black smoke, and not a single adult can be seen.

Xu Qing's thumb hovered above the screen, frozen in place.

He stared at the child's eyes in the photo for a long time. So long that the surrounding noise seemed to vanish instantly.

"What's wrong?"

Luo Qianyu noticed the tension in his muscles and looked up to ask.

"……fine."

Xu Qing slowly turned off the screen, put the phone back in his pocket, and unconsciously tightened his arm around Luo Qianyu's waist.

"Let's go home." His voice was soft, but it had an indescribable hoarseness.

The incandescent lights in the corridor were rather glaring.

Xu Qing put his arm around Luo Qianyu and walked out, his steps still very steady.