Rant Show: I Angrily Criticized a Million Parents

Chapter 689 The Eternal God of the Chinese Music Scene?

Although this song is very popular on platforms such as TikTok, professionals look down on it and find it unacceptable!
The guests reacted differently to Zhou Yang's choice; some were shocked, while others breathed a sigh of relief, each with their own thoughts.

Xu Jialin bluntly said, "Why would I choose this song?!"

Her straightforward personality makes people feel at ease; she dares to say anything!

Zhou Yang replied dismissively, "I just think it sounds good and want to give it a try!"

Hearing this, Hua Chenyu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Zhou Yang was indeed not a threat and was an outsider.

As a professional singer, Zhou Yang felt extremely disgusted by songs that briefly became popular online, and thus a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

Such a song is not worth mentioning at all; it's not even on the same level as the people present!

Zhou Yang took in everyone's emotions and gently stroked his fingers.

You are all too inexperienced.

The best is yet to come!

When the viewers in the live stream learned that Zhou Yang had chosen this song, they were initially skeptical. They felt that Zhou Yang's starting point was already low, and now his taste was far too poor, which was truly worrying.

"Oh dear! Although this song is not bad, it's still an online song! Brother Yang, please reconsider!"

"Brother Yang, please don't regret this! We can change the song!"

"Ah! Brother Yang shouldn't have chosen this song! Although it's somewhat interesting, it's still not as good as the others!"

"Tch! Zhou Yang's taste is so low! How could he possibly compare to Shen Shen or Hua Hua! It's unbelievable, how did the production team even manage to invite him?"

"Should we help with the MC shout-out?! This song is so mediocre! We'll definitely be eliminated in the first round!"

"I also think he'll be eliminated in the first round, hahaha!"

"This level is nowhere near as good as Huahua's! Huahua is the best! I love Huahua!!"

"This time, the champion will definitely be Hua Hua! My God, Zhou Yang has brought this upon himself!"

"..."

Next, the camera pans to the guests in the room, who draw lots to determine their order of appearance.

This process is both fair and transparent.

Viewers in the live stream were also keeping a close eye on the number plates, as the order of appearance was crucial!

Zhou Yang was drawn as the last to perform, which sounds like the grand finale, but this position is actually very disadvantageous for him, as those who perform last often tend to get lower scores.

Because the previous performances have already ended, the audience is prone to aesthetic fatigue when the performances come later.

When Zhou Yang drew the last position, the fans in the live chat looked worried.

"Today is truly a terrible day, Brother Yang is really unlucky!"

"He's the last one to go on stage! Oh dear, Brother Yang's luck is really worrying!"

"I'm so nervous! Brother Yang, you actually drew the last one!"

"Although I'm having a bit of bad luck, I'll always support Brother Yang! No matter the outcome!"

"That's right! Keep it up, Yang! We'll always support you!"

"I think Brother Yang's singing voice is very beautiful, it even makes me a little nervous!"

"Yeah, yeah! As a fan, I'm so worried! Like a nagging mother!"

"..."

Zhou Yang looked down at the number plate in his hand, but his heart was not stirred.

With exceptional ability, one can control the atmosphere well regardless of the order.

He deeply agrees with the saying, "True gold fears no fire."

Zhou Yang's eyes shone with confidence, appearing very determined.

In contrast, Hua Chenyu's situation was much easier; he was the first to go on stage.

If he performs well enough, those who come after him may appear inferior.

Amidst the expectant gazes of his fans, Hua Chenyu stepped onto the stage. Although his appearance was not as striking as Zhou Yang's, he still possessed considerable singing talent.

Hua Chenyu chose a representative work with a very distinctive personal style. The melody was harmonious yet powerful, and the lyrics were clear yet gave a sense of mystery. Zhou Yang thought it was good after listening to it; it wasn't the kind of song that was just showing off.

The live stream chat was filled with praise for Hua Chenyu, especially from his fans, whose shouts and cheers rose and fell.

"Hua Hua is so captivating! Her voice is simply heavenly! You deserve the championship!"

"Our Hua Hua is so handsome! Ahhhhh!"

"It sounds great! But his looks still can't compare to our Brother Yang! Haha!"

"Will this work? I love Brother Yang! I'll always support him! Even though he really sings well!"

"Zhou Yang is nothing! Our Hua Hua will definitely win the championship!"

"That's right! This championship is a sure thing!"

"..."

After Hua Chenyu finished his performance, he walked back to the waiting room and could still hear the enthusiastic applause from the audience in front of him.

The guests in the room gave Hua Chenyu high-fives, clearly showing a very harmonious relationship.

Zhou Yang also stepped forward and gave Hua Chenyu a hug, which seemed somewhat deliberate, as if he was afraid of being excluded.

Since the last song selection process, Hua Chenyu no longer felt threatened by Zhou Yang and has become more friendly.

"Zhou Yang, keep up the good work!" Hua Chenyu cheered him on.

Zhou Yang's lips twitched slightly as he replied, "Of course."

Hua Chenyu smiled faintly at this.

Next, the guests took the stage one after another, with the strongest among them, Zhou Shen, positioned in the center.

About half an hour later, Zhou Shen finally went on stage.

His voice is unique, especially his ability to interpret the delicate emotions in ancient-style songs, which is refreshing.

However, Zhou Yang did not appreciate him, always feeling that he carried a subtle arrogance that did not match his musical emotions.

After everyone finished singing, Yuan Weiya ended her performance, and everyone came up to congratulate her.

At this moment, Zhou Yang had not yet taken the stage, but the other singers had already begun enthusiastically congratulating Hua Chenyu and the other two.

It's clear that they didn't consider Zhou Yang a competitor from the start, believing he was likely to be eliminated in this round.

As Zhou Yang watched the surrounding singers congratulate Hua Chenyu, Zhou Shen, Yuan Weiya, and the other two wore cold smiles.

Wow! Via! Your performance just now was excellent! I'm sure you'll advance!

"Huahua is amazing! Come here, give her a hug! You definitely won't want to miss the next round, haha!"

"That's right! Hua Hua will definitely advance to the next round, there's no doubt about it!"

"His overall performance was quite good, and he played consistently well!"

"But we're not going to make it; we'll definitely be eliminated! The three of you have the best chance!"

"Mmm! Your performance just now was fantastic, all three of you! Amazing! Hua Hua might win the championship again!"

"..."

During this time, many fans started cheering for Zhou Yang, who had not yet taken the stage, in the live chat, including many of Hua Chenyu's fervent fans.

"Take Brother Yang with you! Even if he doesn't advance, I'll still support him!"

"Brother Yang, just do your best! After all, we're not professional players, and we don't need to compare ourselves to them!"

"That's right, Hua Chenyu's fans are really out of their minds! We will never leave Brother Yang!"

"Haha! Zhou Yang hasn't even stepped onto the court yet, but the outcome seems to be already decided!"

"See, no matter who the guests are, it can't affect Hua Chenyu's performance!"

"Hua Chenyu's performance just now was absolutely unparalleled; he deserves the championship!"

"I hope to see other contestants! Hua Chenyu will definitely lead the way all the way, no one can compare!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)