The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

Even if Su Ran were a banknote, there would always be people who would complain about its stench.

Especially in front of some rather conservative people, her qualifications are not enough, so it is natural that she will be questioned by others, which is also within Su Ran's expectations.

She had expected someone to use this as an excuse to ridicule her, but she never imagined that such a scene would occur in public.

"Ghostly Voice? Ghostly Voice can actually come?"

People gathered around, more curious about Guiyin himself than about his young age and seniority.

If Ghost Voice were to reveal its true form here, it would definitely become a hot topic in the entertainment industry.

Li Yu blocked their way, his eyes filled with hostility.

"Sir, your tone is a bit too harsh. Teacher Guiyin, like you, was invited by the organizers."

Upon hearing Li Yu's words, the man vented his anger on the staff.

"The folk music grand ceremony invites seniors who have contributed to the country's cultural export. What contribution has this ghostly voice made? Your organizers are not rigorous enough. If this sets a precedent, will any young or pretty boy be able to get in from now on?"

It has to be said that this person's last sentence resonated with everyone.

People of their age care most about their reputation and status within the industry. In their view, newcomers are juniors and not qualified to be compared with them, the elders. The two are not on the same level. If someone invites some juniors into their circle, it is equivalent to a downgrade in status for them.

So the group continued to belittle Su Ran: "We've never heard of any singer with a 'ghostly voice' before. And this person looks younger than some minor celebrities. Maybe it's just a publicity stunt?"

Li Yu's expression turned grim when he heard them talking about the ghostly voice.

She retorted, "Teacher Guiyin is young, but she's talented! She got to where she is today through her own abilities!"

The man scoffed dismissively, "Talent? What talent? Singing talent? Or the talent for creating hype?"

The people around them burst into laughter.

Su Ran wasn't angry when she heard what the man said; she just found it absurd.

Since Ye Zi disappeared, the Chinese music scene has lacked fresh blood for more than a decade, relying on the old songs of these predecessors to support it. Even on the world stage, it can only occupy a place by relying on the intangible cultural heritage of Chinese music.

Because of this relationship, young people in the music scene are never favored. Even a musical genius like Gu Cai would be belittled here.

This year, however, a ghostly voice broke the silence of the music scene that had lasted for more than a decade. It immediately topped the charts on major music software and even has the potential to break into the international market.

However, some older generations don't think so. They believe that no matter how talented a person is, there will come a day when their talent runs dry. They think that those few songs were already the limit of the ghostly voice.

Su Ran stepped out from the crowd, revealing her masked face, and said with a smile, "I do have that ability."

Everyone was silent.

I never expected that Guiyin would be so arrogant and unhumble in a gathering of seniors.

Su Ran looked at the middle-aged man in a suit who had just mocked her. She recognized him: Zhu Zhen, a contemporary singer who had made a living from five songs for over thirty years.

"You're just a newcomer, yet you dare to speak so boldly, showing no respect for your seniors and lacking in manners. Leave immediately, you're not welcome here!" Zhu Zhen felt he had been humiliated, and his face immediately turned ugly.

This infuriated Li Yu. She couldn't stand seeing her favorite idol being bullied like this, so she stood with her hands on her hips and shouted:

"Teacher Zhu, before you mock Teacher Guiyin, could you please consider your own abilities? Over the years, you've only composed five songs, while Teacher Guiyin, at eighteen this year, has already composed five, each one at the top of the charts, not to mention the future? Compared to you, Teacher Guiyin has more works, and compared to you, I'm sorry, I think Teacher Guiyin is superior to you!"

The little butterfly chimed in, "[That's right, that's right, my host is the best! My host has a photographic memory, can you? My host can imitate songs in other languages ​​in minutes, can you? My host can change her voice, can you? Are you as beautiful as my host? You're so lame!]"

[My host... mmm... mmm...]

Su Ran secretly covered Little Butterfly's mouth; she was exaggerating too much.

Li Yu's remarks immediately caused a huge uproar among the crowd.

They're all veterans in the music industry, who would want to be outdone by a junior?

"Xiaoyu," Su Ran called out to her.

Li Yu knew he was furious and that if he couldn't hold back, he would definitely offend some people, so he lowered his head and said, "Teacher Guiyin, I'm sorry, I've caused trouble."

"It's okay, just don't do it again next time." Su Ran didn't blame Li Yu. After saying "I have that ability," she was already prepared to offend every old-fashioned middle-aged and elderly person present.

What's there to be afraid of? She only associates with like-minded people who appreciate each other, and she doesn't give a friendly look to those who speak ill of her.

"Young lady, you're making a fool of yourself by saying that," a woman stepped forward and scoffed at her. "Even Ye Zi has someone else sing for her, so who knows if your songs are actually your own?"

Su Ran smiled and said, "Whether I can write it down or not, we'll find out later by trying."

"Oh? What do you mean?" someone asked curiously.

“I mean—” Su Ran paused, “How about an impromptu composition later? Any of you seniors here dare to come up and compete?”

Her tone was soft, but to others it sounded deafening.

Improvisation?

Every excellent work takes a lot of time to prepare, doesn't it?

Is this eerie sound an attempt to improvise and make a name for itself at the Folk Music Festival?

Or was she prepared in advance?

The organizers were overwhelmed with excitement when they heard Su Ran say that.

Traditionally, folk music ceremonies have been a source of infighting and behind-the-scenes competition among veteran musicians, with exorbitant appearance fees charged for their services. Because it's traditional Chinese music, most of the pieces are repetitive and tiresome for audiences, resulting in few attendees even for master-level performances.

If Guiyin can actually create a new piece at the Folk Music Festival, even if the piece isn't very good, it can still make it onto today's trending topics thanks to Guiyin's popularity!

"I support!"

A shout suddenly came from outside the crowd.

A middle-aged man dressed in a Tang suit came out. He was dressed as simply as Teacher Qi, but he looked very relaxed and at ease. His hair was not as neatly styled and shiny as others', but rather it was frizzy and sticking up.

"Li Jian, Teacher Li," someone called out.

Li Jianxin stepped forward and stood in front of Zhu Zhen, his expression changing from relaxed to serious.

"Ghost Voice was invited by me and Teacher Li Youli. Do you have a problem with that?"

Zhu Zhen's resume may seem impressive to others, but it pales in comparison to the two highly respected "Li" teachers.

"No, I just think she's too young. I heard she's not even twenty yet. Inviting her here so hastily would be like pulling up seedlings to help them grow. I just value talent," Zhu Zhen said somewhat hesitantly.

"Hmph!" Li Jian snorted through his nostrils, clearly showing his disdain for his statement.

Zhu Zhen's face looked even worse than before.

Li Jian turned to face Su Ran, his expression changing from serious and cold to amiable, fully demonstrating in front of others what "double standards" mean.