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

Chen Ming nodded: "I've heard of it, that song 'Phantom Day' is quite nice."

He was telling the truth.

In the past month, besides attending classes and auditing lectures, he also listened to a lot of music from around the world.

As it turns out, even without those classics from the previous life, the music scene here is still thriving, and there are still many outstanding musicians.

Since he himself made it onto the newcomer song chart, he naturally went to listen to the works of other singers on the chart.

For a newcomer, the songs above are actually quite good.

If it weren't for him, the first song would probably be "Phantom Day".

That song was also written and sung by himself; I think the author's name was Shen something...

Chen Ming looked up at the girl in front of him whose eyes had suddenly lit up, and blinked.

Shen Yuewan also winked at him.

Chen Ming suddenly realized: "You wrote that song!"

"Mmm-hmm-hmm!" Shen Yuewan nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice. "I wrote it!"

Chen Ming sincerely praised:

"That's impressive."

He was sincere.

Original songs are really impressive for a newcomer.

Moreover, in some ways, the other party is even more capable than him.

After all, he was standing on the shoulders of his predecessors.

The other party, on the other hand, relied entirely on themselves.

Therefore, no matter how high Chen Ming reaches in the future, he will always have a sense of awe for those creators who truly rely on themselves.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuewan felt much better.

So he had heard of it before!

So he knew about "Phantom Day"!

Moreover, he only mentioned "Phantom Day" and not Sun Hong's "Summer Night Breeze"!

This proves that I am indeed stronger than Sun Hong!

This is a victory!

From this perspective, Chen Ming clearly prioritized himself over Sun Hong.

This is the second victory!

I have two wins, while Sun Hong has zero wins!

This is a triple victory!

No matter how you look at it, I'm better than Sun Hong!

Shen Yuewan couldn't help but smile, her eyes full of laughter.

But in an instant, she felt something was wrong.

She was clearly there to be Chen Ming's opponent, so why was she so happy after being praised by Chen Ming?

Your mindset is wrong!

We must change this!

I can't let Chen Ming pin me down forever!

It must be reversed!

A plot twist!!!

Nearby, Xia Die and Fu Yun, who witnessed everything, exchanged a silent glance.

Xia Die leaned closer to Fu Yun and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Junior Chen Ming doesn't seem to know how to handle girls, does he?"

Fu Yun looked at Shen Yuewan, who was still in the midst of a "reversal," and then at Chen Ming, who had a sincere expression on his face. His lips twitched slightly. "Yeah."

He paused, then suddenly laughed: "That's better now. He's not all-powerful after all."

Xia Die laughed too: "Being with him is too stressful. Now I've finally discovered that he has his shortcomings too."

The two looked at each other and smiled, their smiles carrying a strange sense of relief.

It turns out that Chen Ming isn't good at everything.

It turns out there are things he's not good at too.

For example, dealing with girls.

Especially these strange girls.

Over there, Shen Yuewan finally snapped out of her reverie about the "reversal".

She looked at Chen Ming, took a deep breath, and tried her best to put on a serious expression: "Chen Ming, let me tell you, I will definitely give it my all in this season of 'China's Got Talent'!"

Chen Ming nodded and said earnestly, "Keep it up."

Shen Yuewan: "..."

Her prepared harsh words were completely shut down by that one "Go for it!"

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.

Finally, she could only pout and whisper, "You have to keep going too."

Then he turned around, took small, quick steps, and ran back to his position.

......

As time went by, the contestants gradually arrived.

The seventy-two chairs gradually filled with people.

Chen Ming sat in the corner, his gaze sweeping across the entire room without making a sound.

He noticed an interesting phenomenon.

The contestants were almost all familiar faces recommended by major universities and record companies.

There are no individual players.

When the program was officially announced, the production team clearly stated that there was a "special channel for individual contestants" that would allow independent musicians without school or company backgrounds to register for the competition.

But now, none of those people have shown up.

Chen Ming thoughtfully withdrew his gaze.

It seems the production team hid it.

It might suddenly appear at some crucial moment.

It's like the "surprise guest" trope often used in variety shows.

interesting.

Just then, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed for a moment.

Then, a clear voice from the staff came over the loudspeaker:

"Please all students be seated, the instructors will be arriving shortly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

Seventy-two people sat up straight in unison, their eyes fixed on the stage.

The stirring music began.

The lights came on, and several figures walked out from backstage.

Leading the way was a man around fifty years old, wearing a simple black shirt, with slightly graying hair, but he was full of energy, with a steady gait and a powerful presence.

Wang Weizhou.

A king of Mandopop and recipient of the Golden Melody Award for Lifetime Achievement.

The moment he appeared, the entire room erupted in excitement.

"Wang Weizhou!!!"

"Holy crap!! It really is him!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

The deafening cheers almost lifted the ceiling off.

Fu Yun, who was next to Chen Ming, jumped up from her chair, her face flushed red: "Wang Weizhou!!! My idol!!!"

He was so excited that he was incoherent, grabbing Chen Ming's arm and shaking it vigorously:

"Chen Ming, did you see that?! He's my idol!! I've been following him since I was a kid!!!"

Chen Ming was so dizzy from being shaken that he nodded helplessly:

"I saw it, I saw it, calm down..."

Fu Yun couldn't calm down at all.

He stared intently at Wang Weizhou on the stage, muttering to himself, seemingly muttering something to himself.

Xia Die, who was next to her, also stood up. Although she wasn't as dramatic as Fu Yun, her eyes were still sparkling.

There were quite a few contestants like Fu Yun in the room.

After all, he is Wang Weizhou.

That is a living legend in the Chinese music scene.

On stage, the cheers from Wang Weizhou and others subsided slightly. They raised their hands and gently pressed them down.

The movement was very light, but it seemed to possess an invisible force.

The room fell silent instantly.

Wang Weizhou smiled and spoke:

"Hello everyone, welcome to 'China's Top Singers'. I am your mentor, Wang Weizhou."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly audible to everyone.

This is the power of a singing champion.

Chen Ming sat in the corner, watching the man on the stage, and nodded to himself.

He had listened to many of Wang Weizhou's songs. Although the music in this world was not as classic as that of the previous world, Wang Weizhou's works were still very popular even after more than ten years.

It's both critically acclaimed and commercially successful; that's what makes a true powerhouse.

On stage, Wang Weizhou's gaze slowly swept over the seventy-two faces below the stage.

The gaze was gentle, yet carried an invisible pressure.

Those who were swept up unconsciously straightened their backs.

"Today, I have something to announce to everyone."

"This program adopts a three-track design: folk vocal music, bel canto, and pop music."