He was in college, but his songs were at the Grammys.

In the light and shadow at the stage entrance, the figure in the white shirt had already disappeared into the passageway leading to the stage.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then, the slightly excited voice of the broadcasting major host resounded throughout the entire playground through the speakers:

"Next."

"The last contestant."

"Class 3, 2022, Composition Department"

"Chen Ming!!!"

Before the broadcasting major's voice had even completely faded, the entire playground erupted in cheers.

The clamor rose like a tide, one wave higher than the next.

Everywhere—on the lawn, in the stands, and even by the windows of the distant teaching building—waved arms and flashing cell phone screens were everywhere.

At the very front of the line, the girl who had arrived early was holding up her phone, her voice trembling: "Family members! Can you hear me?! Chen Ming is coming out!"

The comments were so numerous they were barely visible; the screen was filled with the words "Chen Ming".

[Finally, you're here!]

[Go Chen Ming!]

Jiang Yi's trump card!!

Let magic and Peking Opera see what true strength is!

【Aaaaaaaaah, I'm dead!】

Among the crowd, several streamers who were trying to capitalize on the trend were also broadcasting live at breakneck speed:

"Hey guys! Let's get the rockets going! I'm bringing you a live stream of Chen Ming today!"

"Follow the host and you won't get lost; the host will take you to witness history!"

"Family members, let's reach 100,000 likes, I'll try to squeeze in a spot!"

The number of viewers in the live stream was jumping wildly, and in just a few seconds, the total number of viewers across all platforms had exceeded one million.

And in a more distant place.

In the dormitories of the Shanghai Conservatory of Music, in the practice rooms of the Kyoto Academy of Drama, and in the classrooms of the Huaxia Conservatory of Music.

Countless eyes are fixed on the screen.

They are all contestants who will soon participate in the main competition of "China's Top Singers".

Fu Yun read it.

That's good, but it's not enough for them.

Xia Die also watched it.

It's pretty good, but it has some flaws, which is acceptable.

As for the others, their performances were average, nothing particularly impressive.

But Chen Ming...

They had heard this name far too many times.

Three songs in half a month, ranked first on the newcomer chart, and defeated the top songwriter.

Data is data, and battle results are battle results.

But seeing it in person is another matter entirely.

In the dormitory, a boy wearing headphones turned the volume up to the maximum, leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands together, and watched the live stream with some nervousness.

In the Peking Opera practice room, a girl in her practice clothes put down her sheet music and stared intently at the screen.

In a classroom at Huaxia Conservatory of Music, several students huddled together held their breath, and no one spoke.

They all wanted to know.

Just how strong is this Chen Ming?

On stage, the lights came on.

Chen Ming came out.

A white shirt and jeans; he looked as clean as any ordinary college student.

He walked to the center of the stage and stood still.

More than 10,000 eyes were watching him from below the stage.

In the live stream, millions of viewers were watching him.

He didn't speak, but simply turned slightly and glanced towards the stage entrance.

then.

Everyone was stunned.

A group of children filed out.

More than thirty primary school students, dressed in neat school uniforms and wearing bright red scarves, walked onto the stage in a line.

The youngest was only eight or nine years old, and the oldest was no more than twelve or thirteen.

They stood in three rows behind Chen Ming, each wearing a professional microphone on their head.

"What...what's going on?!"

"Where did all these children come from?!"

"Holy crap! The kids are going to sing too?!"

"Chen Ming, are you really going to go this far?!"

The audience erupted in chaos.

The comments section was scrolling like crazy:

【？？？？？】

[Elementary school choir?]

What's going on? What's going on? What's going on?

【Chen Ming, what are you doing?!】

I'm stunned, what kind of incredible move is this?!

So next up is... a group sing-along?!

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, my anticipation is off the charts!!!

In the live stream, the boy with the magical voice frowned, the girl with the Peking Opera voice suddenly felt a chill down her spine, and the students from Huaxia looked at each other in bewilderment.

They don't understand.

What are they going to sing?

On stage, Chen Ming and the other children stood in line, turned around, and faced the audience.

He picked up the microphone, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"This song," he said, his voice calm and clear, "is dedicated to all schools, to every student at Jiangyi University, and to every young person."

The words fell.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then the drums began to beat.

Heavy, powerful, like a heartbeat.

Then, the children's voices rang out:

"When the youth are wise, the nation is wise."

"When the youth are wealthy, the nation is wealthy."

"A strong youth makes a strong nation."

"A nation is free when its youth are free."

recite.

It's not singing, it's reciting.

More than thirty young voices recited these unfamiliar words in unison.

The voice was clear and pure, carrying the earnestness unique to children.

A series of energetic voices flowed down like ocean waves.

It instantly overwhelmed the noisy playground.

The noise from the audience gradually subsided as the chanting began.

Someone sat up straight.

Someone put down their phone.

Someone slightly opened their mouth.

Those words flowed into everyone's ears like a stream, and seeped into their hearts silently like a drizzle.

There was a brief pause in the comments section for those few seconds.

It's not that no one is sending comments.

Everyone forgot to send it.

Then, Chen Ming picked up the microphone.

His voice joined in, warm yet powerful, piercing through the childish recitation like sunlight breaking through the clouds:

"The rising sun shines brightly, its light is vast."

"The river flows out and flows into the ocean."

"A dragon rises from the abyss, its scales and claws flashing."

"The young tiger roars in the valley, and all beasts tremble in fear."

Every word was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The song carries a powerful force!

This made them unconsciously straighten their spines.

Some people were unable to speak.

Some people just stared blankly at the boy in the white shirt on the stage, at the children reciting earnestly, and at the words they had never heard before.

In the live stream, the chat finally started to appear:

[These lyrics.]

My scalp is tingling...

[Was this written by Chen Ming?]

A strong youth makes a strong nation…

I...I don't know what to say.

There were no exaggerated "Holy crap" exclamations, and no screen full of "Awesome!" messages.

These are the only simple sentences.

Because at this moment, many people really don't know what to say.

In the dormitory with the strange sound, the boy wearing headphones slowly leaned back in his chair.

His eyes were still fixed on the screen, but his expression had changed.

It wasn't shock, it wasn't awe, but a different kind of complicated emotion. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was; perhaps it was fear or timidity.

In the Peking Opera practice room, the girl in her practice clothes stared blankly at the screen, the sheet music in her hand slipping to the floor at some point.

She didn't pick it up.

In Huaxia's classroom, several students looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one speaks.

They came to scout out the enemy's situation.

They wanted to know just how strong Chen Ming was.

Now they know.

But this is not a matter of "strength" at all.

This is a dimensional reduction attack.

It's like a max-level player entering a newbie village.

Yes…

A male Peking Opera performer murmured, his voice hoarse:

"I was just joking when I said that you had to kneel down to watch other schools' selection competitions."

He paused briefly, then swallowed hard.

"But Chen Ming's performance in this match was truly something to watch on your knees."

The person next to him nodded silently.