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

The ratings for popular tracks will continue after Chen Ming steps down.

But the atmosphere was clearly different.

The oppressive and heavy feeling from before, as if everyone on the pop music scene was waiting to be judged, has largely dissipated.

Instead, there is a subtle sense of relaxation.

"Anyway, Chen Ming has already gotten an S-rank, so we're not under that much pressure."

"Yes, with him holding things up, we just need to do our best."

"If I can't surpass Chen Ming, then I'll surpass myself!"

The contestants whispered among themselves, encouraging each other.

It's strange, but logically speaking, given Chen Ming's excellent performance, they should have been under even more pressure.

However, Chen Ming was a bit too strong, which made most of the contestants think, "Since I can't beat him anyway, I might as well just sing my own song."

So in the following performances, although there were still quite a few D and C grades, B grades could also be seen occasionally.

The mentors' expressions gradually softened.

It's Xia Die's turn.

She stood up, took a deep breath, and walked towards the stage.

As Chen Ming watched her retreating figure, he suddenly recalled the slightly trembling fingers of hers after she finished singing "Letter in the Wind" backstage at school that day.

And those few words I said offhand.

"Move the vocalization point forward a little, focusing it on the hard palate."

I wonder how her training is going.

On the stage, Xia Die stood still.

The music started playing, it was still "Letter in the Wind".

But Chen Ming's eyes lit up slightly when he heard the beginning.

Not the same.

It was completely different from that day at school.

Her voice was clearer, as if it had been cleansed by something.

The tightness that was stuck in my throat disappeared, replaced by a smooth and natural flow.

In the chorus, she sang the line "Where does the letter in the wind drift?" with ease and without any pressure.

The song ended.

Four mentors raised their flags; who is the one whose flag wasn't raised?

Chen Ming looked at the stage and saw Xu Huaimin.

But Xu Huaimin's expression was not one of dissatisfaction, but rather one of thoughtful appreciation.

Wang Weizhou picked up the microphone and spoke first: "Xia Die, right? I have a question for you."

Xia Die nodded: "Please go ahead, teacher."

"Your singing just now, your vocal technique was very unique." Wang Weizhou's gaze was scrutinizing. "It was very comfortable, very natural, but it was clearly adjusted. Did you figure that out yourself, or did you have a teacher's guidance?"

Xia Die was stunned for a moment.

She subconsciously looked in a certain direction from below the stage.

Chen Ming was sitting in that direction.

"Yes..." She paused, but still answered truthfully, "Chen Ming taught me."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

"Chen Ming?" Wang Weizhou raised an eyebrow, his tone showing more interest. "What did he teach you?"

Xia Die briefly recounted what happened backstage that day.

"He just said a few words and told me to try moving my vocalization forward and focusing it on my hard palate. I tried it, and it really made a difference."

After she finished speaking, she herself was somewhat moved:

"If it weren't for him, I definitely wouldn't have been able to sing this well today."

The contestants looked at each other in bewilderment.

So, Chen Ming also helped Xia Die get an A grade?

This person is terrifying! Not only can he sing well himself, but he can also teach others to sing well?

"Really? Is Chen Ming that amazing?"

"Holy crap! Isn't he a composition student at Jiangyi University? He can sing even better than the vocal students?"

"Isn't that normal, bro! That song 'Salvation' just now hasn't dispelled your stereotypes yet!"

"Oh right! I almost forgot!"

"That Chen Ming is really too scary."

"..."

The contestants' understanding of Chen Ming's abilities has been further enhanced.

After listening, Wang Weizhou smiled and nodded:

"I see. Those few words of guidance were indeed very insightful."

He glanced at Chen Ming in the audience, a deeper smile playing on his lips.

"Chen Ming, is there anything you can't do?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Chen Ming sat in his seat, smiled, and said nothing.

Xu Huaimin finally picked up the microphone, his tone unusually gentle:

"Your singing technique and emotional delivery were both excellent; your final rating is A!"

Xia Die's eyes reddened slightly as she bowed deeply.

When she stepped off the stage, she practically floated back to her seat.

Chen Ming smiled and gave a thumbs up: "Amazing, senior!"

Xia Die sat down and waved her hand, but the smile on her face couldn't be hidden:

"Keep it down, junior!"

She felt a little smug at first, then looked at Chen Ming with sincere eyes:

"But in the end, I still have to thank you. If you hadn't given me some pointers that day, I definitely wouldn't be able to sing this well now."

Chen Ming shook his head: "It was just a small favor; it's your own effort."

Before Xia Die could say anything more, Fu Yun leaned over and said:

"Senior, don't be modest! An A grade! Another A grade from Jiangyi! Jiangyi has two A grades and one S grade! Invincible!!"

The three of them burst into laughter.

The next name was read out.

"Huang Mo".

Upon hearing the name, Fu Yun immediately remembered something.

He leaned close to Chen Ming's ear, lowered his voice, and told Chen Ming in detail about the sarcastic things Huang Mo had said from below the stage.

After listening, Chen Ming smiled silently.

He turned his head and glanced in Huang Mo's direction.

Just then, Huang Mo also happened to look over here.

He saw Fu Yun whispering to Chen Ming, and then Chen Ming turned and glanced at him.

His eyes were very calm.

But for some reason, Huang Mo suddenly felt a chill down his back.

He quickly looked away and strode toward the stage.

But his hands were trembling unconsciously.

Could it be that Chen Ming has his eye on him?

Once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't suppress it anymore.

On the stage, Huang Mo stood still.

The music started; it was a pop song he had been preparing for several days.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he knew he was finished.

The voice was trembling.

His breathing was disordered.

The high notes cracked.

He tried hard to stay calm, but the more anxious he became, the more chaotic things got, and the more chaotic things got, the more mistakes he made.

After finishing a song, he himself didn't even know what he was singing.

On stage, Xu Huaimin's face had darkened.

He picked up the microphone, his tone stern: "Huang Mo, right? Do you know what you just sang?"

Huang Mo lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Your voice is trembling like this, your breath is all over the place, and your high notes are completely off." Xu Huaimin paused, his tone becoming even harsher, "Is this the result of your several days of preparation?"

Huang Mo's face turned bright red.

Li Jinghua, standing beside her, sighed, her tone softening somewhat, but still serious:

"Your basic skills are actually not bad, but you were obviously too nervous today, to the point of completely losing control. As a professional singer, mental fortitude is also part of your strength. You still need to work on this."

The other mentors also gave brief comments, but their tone was not very pleasant.

Finally, the flag was raised.

Two sides.

Grade C.

Huang Mo's face turned pale. He bowed mechanically and walked off the stage mechanically.

When he returned to his seat, he subconsciously glanced in Chen Ming's direction again.

Chen Ming was talking to Fu Yun and seemed completely unaware of him.

But that calm profile, in Huang Mo's eyes, was like a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

If it weren't for Chen Ming, how could he be so nervous?

The thought swirled in his mind several times, eventually turning into an accumulation of various emotions.

Anger, resentment, and a hint of fear that he himself was unwilling to admit.

Over there, Chen Ming felt that gaze and turned his head slightly.

They met Huang Mo's gaze.

There was a hint of resentment in his gaze.

Chen Ming withdrew his gaze and smiled gently.

Fu Yun, standing nearby, asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ming shook his head and casually said, "It's nothing, I just realized that being too handsome isn't always a good thing."

Fu Yun looked bewildered: "Isn't being handsome a good thing?"

Chen Ming sighed, a hint of sadness in his voice: "It's easy to make enemies, Fu Yun. You'll never understand my sorrow."