I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar melody echoed in Yang Xue's ears.

Her adrenaline began to surge, and her heartbeat quickened like the drumbeats behind her.

No matter how many times you hear this opening, it's always so inspiring.

When it comes to the battle between cultures, using "Huo Yuanjia" as a battle song is most appropriate.

This is the significance of Yang Xue's choice of this song.

Chinese people were once regarded as the "sick man of East Asia," but Huo Yuanjia stepped forward to fight on the stage, promoting the essence of Chinese martial arts. He single-handedly intimidated Western strongmen and won respect.

Today, facing cultural invasion, Chinese culture and art are once again being looked down upon and regarded as inferior.

Yang Xue followed in the footsteps of her ancestors, took to the stage to compete, and used the masterpieces of the great men of the past to shut up the mouths of the current scoundrels.

Both are competitions, and both involve dignity.

Faced with arrogance and rudeness, how can we not fight back with all our might!

A flurry of thoughts raced through Yang Xue's mind, and her confidence soared. She was determined to win this match tonight.

...

On stage, many audience members who had entered "sage mode" were surprisingly rekindled by the drumbeats.

Every drumbeat struck the hearts of the audience.

Compared to the previous wild and unrestrained party atmosphere in nightclubs, the rhythm at this moment is like a mental discipline.

Everyone present inexplicably became either nervous or serious.

The feeling was like being at a military training site, standing at the foot of the national flag, or on a battlefield.

The weariness was awakened, and the dormant blood was stimulated.

As the pipa music began, several elderly men dressed in white brocade robes walked onto the stage in an orderly fashion and stood on the left and right sides.

He immediately bent his knees and extended his palms, displaying a handsome and standard Tai Chi starting stance.

They looked like both highly skilled martial artists and meticulously trained dancers.

The audience was immediately struck by the sensation, and the sensory stimulation sent shivers down their spines.

Among this group of people, some are elderly men who have been practicing Tai Chi on this street for twenty years, and some are martial artists who have studied Kung Fu for forty years.

Upon learning of this cultural battle, they participated without hesitation, demonstrating a strong sense of responsibility for the fate of the nation.

As the erhu entered the stage, Yang Xue assumed a fighting stance, displaying graceful movements and agile dance skills based on martial arts.

She wasn't just randomly hitting; every movement was designed and guided by professionals.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the previous match, the entire stadium fell silent and quiet at this moment.

It's not that the program was bad, but rather that I was so moved by the solemn visuals that I became overwhelmed.

Compared to being there in person, the live stream offers a much richer interpretation of emotions.

Everyone either sends out a "dance" emoji, or coordinates with the drumbeats, using emojis or vivid "dong dong dong" text to interact.

When Yang Xue unleashed an even more powerful and fierce punch, the live chat erupted in excitement.

Holy crap! Valkyrie!

Holy crap, a female knight-errant!

[I thought we were going to do a Yangko dance, but I didn't expect... wow, that was so cool and amazing!]

[If this were the square dancing scene in Times Square, we could open classes and take on apprentices!]

[Heroine, I want to learn square dancing!]

The reason why the audience feels this way is because of the excellence of the music itself.

But a larger part of the reason is the contrast in impressions.

Initially, everyone regarded this performance as overestimating their own abilities, a futile attempt to break through a rock, or a way to gain attention.

But after watching the meticulously designed square dance performance, everyone couldn't help but sincerely exclaim:

They weren't joking; they really wanted to win!

...

As the rhythm progressed, everyone thought this song would be like the previous one, starting with singing and then moving into the rap section.

But then, a deep and confident voice echoed across the stage.

"Ha! My life is only a few rounds away. The arena awaits!"

"A life-or-death contract? What did you win?" he sneered.

Rap! It's rap!

This is so unexpected...

Moreover, this singing style is completely different from the current popular singing style.

Although the pronunciation was slightly unclear, the overall effect was very powerful.

Many audience members enjoy rap music, and what they appreciate most is the rhythm and energy.

Therefore, they don't particularly care if they can't hear the lyrics clearly.

At this moment, even the judges who disdain the square dance group, the hip-hop group, or the senior executives of Tiancheng were taken aback.

Xu Yan, sitting in the VIP section, outwardly wore the same serious, eggplant-colored expression as the leaders, but inwardly he was quite pleased.

The square dance group, which had always been underestimated, actually had a trump card up its sleeve, which far exceeded his expectations.

...

Hip-hop group camp...

"Could it be that Gao Linlin's disappearance over the past two years was a deliberate act of concealing her creative work, preparing to unleash a major masterpiece?"

Rapper number 1 frowned, muttering to himself.

Yes, within the hip-hop group, they always believed that the real main force and opponent on the other side was Gao Linlin.

In fact, the composition style and details of the music were indeed her work.

As for Yang Xue, she might be a collaborator, a dance troupe representative, or at most a talented singer.

However, a dozen seconds later, everyone was shocked again when the song reached the transition to the "singing" part.

[Time flows by in this small town, leaving behind a clear and pure courage~]

Memories washed clean, I remember you, and I will live on with pride~

This aria serves as the highlight of the entire song, with its melodious voice, clear enunciation, and a blend of gentleness and strength, conveying a sense of hope.

The last sentence was both humble and arrogant.

When Yang Xue sang this part, she didn't need to strain her voice to perfectly convey its gentleness.

She, a huge fan of Jay Chou's works, transitioned through this scene with unparalleled smoothness.

As a listener hearing this song for the first time, my heart was once again stirred with wonderful emotions.

[She added opera-style vocals!]

This feeling is so subtle, it gave me goosebumps!

There are many musical pieces that incorporate operatic elements, but this is the first time I've heard rap in them! It's such a surprise!

[The singing was so gentle, yet it made me unconsciously straighten my back, and my heart fluttered.]

She said the song was called "Huo Yuanjia," but I searched online and couldn't find it!

[I've never heard of this before, holy crap, is it another one created by someone else?]

[Since both are competitions, you know what, this song is actually quite fitting for the occasion.]

Hip-hop group lineup...

Everyone was speechless after hearing this.

Especially singer-songwriters like Parker in the group had particularly complicated expressions on their faces.

It is common to transition between rap and singing.

But the idea of ​​adding operatic elements to the song was something they hadn't thought of.

In other words, will they incorporate bel canto into their rap?

Of course not. In their eyes, the barriers between different social circles are extremely high, and "arrogance" is the biggest obstacle for hip-hop groups.

However, this is not the end...

The music is like a rolling tide, still rolling wave after wave...

Parker stopped smiling, and a bead of sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

He glanced around and, seeing that everyone's expressions were somber, forced a calm smile and said:

"Ha, I thought they could come up with something new? It's nothing special..."

“Look at the audience’s behavior; it’s completely different from how we behaved when we went on stage before.”

Zou Kai also noticed the unusual emotions of the crowd and echoed Parker's words:

"Senior is right, in a music competition, only the person who controls the atmosphere has a chance of winning!"

"There's barely any cheering from the audience right now. It looks like we're definitely going to win this time!"

Upon hearing this, everyone offered insincere mockery and ridicule to alleviate their embarrassment and self-doubt.

"Yeah, they think they can win this competition with an outdated theme, a medley, and a few simple moves? That's wishful thinking!"

"At such an advanced age, he's still performing on stage, and his movements are so stiff. He should just get off the stage!"

"It's all just for show. We can't even understand the lyrics, and they even add some old opera accents. It's just too... too low-class."

"Is this all the forbearance Gao Linlin has shown over the past few years? Haha... It's nothing special. Her understanding of art is getting worse year by year."

The hip-hop group spoke louder and louder, trying to cover up their guilty conscience.

However... their unwavering gaze betrayed them.

More suspicion and worry spread like a virus amidst the whispers of the crowd.

They reasonably suspected that this match was a "long-planned" arrangement by Gao Linlin, that ghostly woman!