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

The process of everyone signing autographs and taking photos was lengthy, and Su Ran had already left.

Just when the viewers in the live stream were getting bored, the camera suddenly switched to show a stage being set up on the right.

After final confirmation of the details, the competition was finally finalized.

The competition is scheduled to be completed within one hour, followed by an hour of rehearsal time, which is quite demanding for both the composer and the performer.

While there are no restrictions on the subject matter of the works, they must conform to the grand and majestic style of traditional Chinese culture.

Zhu Zhen wrote the lyrics, Ning Qing composed the music, Zhao Tongsheng combined the two lyrics and music, played the yangqin (a type of Chinese dulcimer), and sang it with the help of singer Zhu Zhen.

Su Ran, on the other hand, writes lyrics and composes music all by herself, and uses any instrument to present her works in their entirety.

During the creative process, both parties were supervised by a designated person. They were not allowed to ask for help from outsiders or look at their mobile phones. They had to write out the entire lyrics and music on paper by themselves!

Although the Folk Music Grand Ceremony is not a large-scale award ceremony, it is an important social platform, much like a large banquet. People always take advantage of this opportunity to break down class barriers and meet those they want to associate with.

Therefore, there are countless people who want to showcase their talents on stage at the Folk Music Grand Ceremony.

Normally, after signing in and taking photos, the host would come on stage to warm up the atmosphere, but today was different.

The live stream camera focused on Su Ran and Zhu Zhen.

"The atmosphere is a bit tense today," the host said with a smile. "We may not see this kind of scene again in the future, so our viewers are in for a treat today."

[What did the host mean? What's going on? Suddenly I have a feeling a storm is brewing.]

[It's strange to see ghostly sounds at a folk music festival; it's a bit unbelievable. Her qualifications seem a bit lacking.]

[Ghost Voice is really talented! Her singing was definitely the best there!]

[The best sound? Right now, but probably not in the future.]

【How to say? 】

[It's said that Company M has released a virtual idol that can collect voice sources that are 100% similar to human voices, and can even use technology to sing at a level that is difficult for humans to achieve. I think the source of this ghostly voice has probably already been collected.]

No way...

The conversation was quickly flooded with comments in the live stream. Everyone's attention was focused on Su Ran, who was sitting at the table on the screen. She rested her chin on her right elbow, looked down at the blank paper, and her eyes, which shone like cold stars, were empty.

Just sitting there couldn't hide her extraordinary temperament. Although she wore a mask, her sharp and beautiful demeanor was etched into everyone's heart.

Li Youli and Li Jian came over and sat down next to Su Ran, both feeling a little anxious for her.

"It's all my fault. If I had come out sooner, you wouldn't be in this situation. It's obviously unfair for one person to fight against three people." Li Youli is still blaming herself in her heart.

Upon hearing this, Su Ran looked up and smiled, "This has nothing to do with you. Even if you came, there might be other situations. In any case, these are necessary obstacles on the road of life. Just smooth them out."

These words drew praise from Li Jian.

"Young people should be this ambitious! Just get through it all, that's true." He was growing to like Su Ran, this younger generation, more and more, for she had shown him what he wouldn't have dared to do when he was younger.

"Still calling me Teacher Li? I already told you to call me Grandma Li," Li Youli said reproachfully.

"Yes, yes, Grandma Li," Su Ran said helplessly.

“Me too, me too,” Li Jian urged.

"Grandpa Li."

Su Ran blinked. Upon hearing this address, the two elderly people beamed with joy, their mood couldn't be better.

Over the next hour, Su Ran began to think about the song she wanted to sing.

Zhu Zhen excels at creating songs that embody the grand and natural style of traditional Chinese culture. His voice is naturally deep and powerful, giving him an extraordinary presence when he sings. This is one of the reasons why he has been able to make a living with just five original songs.

Therefore, she cannot use pop singing style in this competition.

She needs a grand, epic, and deeply moving song.

After she gave the entertainment system the "Guagua Cleansing Pill," it gave her ten songs, but she only sang three of them: "Time Thief," "Against the Wind," and "Our Memorial."

Of the remaining seven songs, one called "I Can't Put My Hand Down" caught her attention.

Su Ran picked up her pen and began to write furiously. The people around her also quieted down, following her serious expression, and everyone wanted to peek at what she was writing.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhen and his two companions were also quietly observing Su Ran.

Seeing her beautiful hands writing nonstop, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Do you have a plan yet? I have a half-finished piece here that I finished before, I don't know if it matches your lyrics," Ning Qing said.

Zhu Zhen relaxed. Even if Guiyin could write something in an hour, so what? She was a pop singer. These young people usually focused on trivial love stories when writing songs, and couldn't write anything profound or meaningful.

Although he has only released five songs over the years, he wrote some essays in his early years, but these essays were not recognized by record companies.

Later, with the explosive popularity of those five songs, he became accustomed to being adored and became complacent. He then frequently frequented social events to cultivate his identity and enhance his fame.

With Ning Qing, a seasoned writer, and Zhao Tongsheng, who also possesses considerable appreciation skills, there's a chance they can improve upon his shortcomings in essay writing.

With that in mind, he began to write.

The host was also observing from above.

"Now you can see that both sides have started writing lyrics. Let's see who finishes first." Seeing that the audience in the live broadcast room did not quite understand her words, the host repeated the competition between Su Ran and Zhu Zhen.

More people flooded into the live stream, and upon hearing the host's words, they all squatted there to discuss.

The host continued, "Now we see that the first one to stop writing is our teacher Zhu. In less than half an hour, Teacher Zhu has finished writing the lyrics... Oh, Teacher Ning has also finished. Teacher Zhao is now going to the dressing room with them to rehearse."

The host's gaze fell on Su Ran. "Our Ghost Voice teacher is still writing. I wonder if she can finish today's competition?"

Su Ran suddenly stopped writing, looked up at the host, and raised her hand.

People around were talking a lot.

"Why is she raising her hand? Is she giving up?"

"It was expected. No matter how capable she is, how could one person possibly defeat three people?"

"It's a good thing to admit defeat early."

Li Youli and Li Jian also looked at Su Ran one after another. They did not believe that Su Ran was a child who would give up so easily.

It was the host who noticed Su Ran's thoughts and ran over to hand her the microphone, asking, "Teacher Guiyin, is there anything you need?"

“A tape recorder, I need to record a demo.” Her voice was clear and calm, with a touch of nonchalance in her eyes.

Everyone looked at each other in surprise. They thought she would give up, but they didn't expect that she would even have a demo in mind. Teacher Zhu didn't say that she would release a demo. Instead, she dragged Teacher Zhao to rehearse the accompaniment.