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

The moment that name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the entire room changed instantly.

"Chen Ming!"

"Finally, it's Chen Ming's turn!"

"It's him! It's him! It's him!"

"Holy crap, it's finally his turn!"

The competitors on the popular track had their eyes light up.

The competitors from other tracks also cast curious glances their way.

People whispered among themselves, discussing the matter:

"Do you think Chen Ming might also be just trying to gain fame? Or that his singing skills are really bad? If so, the pop music scene will be utterly disgraced."

"Really? He sings all those songs very well."

Is singing well in the studio the same as singing well live?

The speaker was a bespectacled boy named Huang Mo from Magic Art. His tone was somewhat sarcastic. "There are sound engineers in the recording studio. Even an ordinary person can sound much better after going through those magical methods."

"That seems true, but Jiang Yi was also very strong in the selection competition!"

"Who knows if Jiang Yi was recording at that time?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the people around them became subtle.

Fu Yun, who was sitting in her seat waiting for Chen Ming to appear, suddenly turned around upon hearing this, her gaze fixed on Huang Mo:

"So I assume your Magic Arts audition was all pre-recorded, right?"

Huang Mo's expression changed: "You're talking nonsense!"

Fu Yun laughed disdainfully, a smile tinged with sarcasm:

"People generally can't imagine things they haven't seen, right? You must have seen this kind of thing, which is why you think that way, right?"

He was someone who watched Chen Ming's entire performance at the school back then.

My admiration for Chen Ming goes without saying.

How can one allow others to slander one's own people?

Huang Mo was furious, his face turning bright red: "You—"

Fu Yun pouted and interrupted him, "What do you mean, 'you'?! Speak clearly!"

Xia Die, who was standing next to her, was stunned.

She never expected that Fu Yun, who was usually so talkative, could be so good at cursing.

She couldn't help but join in, nodding in agreement:

"Yes, yes, yes! Speak with your tongue straight!"

Seeing that he couldn't win the argument with the two, Huang Mo could only snort coldly:

"We'll know if it's true or not once we get on stage."

Fu Yun laughed, and her smile became even brighter:

"Just don't pee later."

"Vulgar!" Huang Mo was burning with anger, but he couldn't argue with Fu Yun, so he could only utter this sentence.

Fu Yun and Xia Die exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with smiles.

They weren't joking.

Huang Mo had better not pee when Chen Ming speaks later.

Only they know just how strong Chen Ming really is.

On stage, the expressions of the five mentors also shifted slightly.

Xu Huaimin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

He looked at the boy in the white shirt walking onto the stage with a mixture of scrutiny and anticipation in his eyes.

"Hopefully he can change my view of popular tracks," he said softly.

Li Jinghua, standing next to him, nodded and looked at the young man as well: "I've heard all his songs, and his singing skills are indeed quite good. I just don't know how he'll perform live."

Wang Weizhou didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He looked at Chen Ming with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He had seen this young man online several times.

He has listened to every song, from "Big City, Small Love" to "Special Person" to "Ode to Young China".

He has solid singing skills, outstanding songwriting ability, and more importantly, the scope of that song is not something a nineteen-year-old could write.

He was curious about what the child would bring today.

On the stage, Chen Ming stood still.

The spotlight shone on him, making his white shirt gleam slightly.

He picked up the microphone and bowed slightly to the professors:

Hello, teachers.

Wang Weizhou nodded: "Let's begin."

Chen Ming straightened up and took a deep breath.

Then he smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable confidence.

"The next song," he said, "is called 'Salvation'."

The contestant who had hummed that song at noon suddenly sat up straight.

"This is it! This is it!"

His companions next to him also got excited:

"Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!"

The music is ringing.

The prelude is a piano piece, slow and heavy, like a heartbeat in the dead of night.

Then, Chen Ming picked up the microphone.

His bright, pure voice, with its powerful penetrating quality, rang out.

"A brightly lit street."

The first sentence was uttered.

Just this one sentence.

Professor Xu Huaimin suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighting up.

Crispy when opened!

The word flashed through his mind.

Sometimes, you only need one line of lyrics to know whether someone is a good singer or not.

Chen Ming's statement reveals a completely different attitude from other popular track competitors.

The voice was so steady.

It was as steady as a deep pool of water, calm on the surface but with undercurrents surging beneath.

The tone was so clean.

It was as clean as a piece of newly carved jade, without any flaws.

The emotions conveyed were so perfectly captured.

He was so convincing that it was as if he were actually standing on a brightly lit street, feeling a sudden chill.

The expressions on the faces of the contestants below the stage also changed.

Those who had initially been skeptical began to look surprised.

Those who were previously nonchalant began to sit up straight.

The whispers that had been going on suddenly fell silent.

A sudden cold front swept in.

"Distant Tenderness"

"Cannot relieve immediate worries"

"Are we just going with the flow?"

Chen Ming's voice continued to flow, like a slow but powerful river, pushing each note forward.

Wang Weizhou's smile became even more pronounced.

He turned his head slightly and whispered something to Li Jinghua beside him:

"Hey, not bad!"

Li Jinghua didn't speak, but simply nodded, her eyes fixed on the stage.

The other mentors nodded in agreement, their serious expressions gradually replaced by appreciation.

Meanwhile, in the audience, Fu Yun and Xia Die exchanged a glance.

"Holy shit," Fu Yun said in a breathy voice.

Even though they already knew Chen Ming was very talented, seeing him sing such a song on such a stage in front of five top mentors was still a shock.

The shock still made their hearts race.

On the other side, Shen Yuewan sat in her seat, her eyes wide open.

She looked at the figure in the white shirt on the stage and listened to the sound that pierced the entire studio. Suddenly, her right eyelid twitched.

broken.

A thought popped into her mind.

My opponent...is stronger than ever before!

But strangely, she didn't feel frustrated.

Instead, I felt a strange sense of excitement.

She wanted to see just how far this song could go.

The atmosphere was completely different in Huang Mo's position.

His body trembled involuntarily.

His left hand was clenched into a fist, his nails almost digging into his palm.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

The beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, glistening.

He suddenly remembered what Fu Yun had just said.

"Just don't pee later."

He hasn't urinated yet.

But he did have a bit of a desire to run away.

I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

They just said that the person's previous singing might have been pre-recorded.

The moment after that, the other person used their terrifying on-the-spot skills to slap him hard across the face.

On stage, Chen Ming's singing continued.

As the verses are about to end, the emotions are building up, like a volcano about to erupt.