The Journey to Godhood in Another World

The next day, the area outside the Shanghai TV station's Spring Festival Gala recording studio was bustling with activity.

Those well-connected fans were like a group of keen detectives who had already found out the list of singers participating in the finals. They held up various support signs with photos and names of the singers and idols they supported, shouting at the top of their lungs. Their voices intertwined like surging waves, one after another, echoing in the air.

The media reporters, like a pack of hungry cheetahs, paced anxiously at the entrance, carrying their cameras and microphones, their eyes fixed on the entrance, hoping to be the first to rush in and capture the most exclusive news footage.

Inside the lobby, the staff were bustling about like ants, nervously making final preparations.

They carefully adjusted the equipment and meticulously arranged the stage, placing flowers and props just right, making the stage shine brightly under the lights and exude a captivating charm.

Luo Li arrived backstage early, wearing a simple yet elegant white dress. The dress's material softly clung to her body, as if it were tailor-made for her.

Her hair, like black silk, was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands fluttering gently in the breeze.

Her face was lightly made up, yet her outstanding beauty and unique temperament were still undeniable.

Her eyes, like deep lake water, now revealed a hint of tension, like gentle ripples on the surface. But more than that, they exuded determination and confidence, like the solid foundation at the bottom of the lake, unshakable.

She walked slowly backstage, her steps light yet carrying a hint of solemnity. She occasionally chatted softly with the singers around her, a slight smile on her lips, cheering them on. Her gentle voice seemed to have a magical power, able to make people relax a little in the tense atmosphere.

Liu Sheng also came backstage with the Brilliant Entertainment team, including Zhao Shiya.

Liu Sheng was dressed in a black suit, looking sharp and dignified. The black color seemed to absorb all the light around him, making him look even more profound.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, swept across everything around him before finally settling on Luo Li.

His eyes were full of provocation, as if he were declaring war on Luo Li, and a disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Luo Li felt the provocative gaze, and she met it fearlessly. Their eyes met in the air, sparks seemed to flicker and crackle, as if foreshadowing the intensity and cruelty of this duel.

With the host's enthusiastic opening remarks, the voice, like a stirring war drum, sounded the prelude to this musical showdown, officially kicking off the event.

First to appear was the question setter, Yun Ran. She stood to one side of the stage, took a deep breath, raised her head slightly, adjusted her expression, and her originally tense face gradually relaxed, revealing a faint smile. Then, she stepped onto the stage with firm steps.

Countless fans had already gathered in the live stream room, anxiously waiting for the match to begin, like ants on a hot plate.

Yun Ran cleared her throat, her clear voice carrying through the microphone to every corner. A professional smile graced her face as she said, "Thank you all for trusting me to be the question setter for this round. I'll start with the first question. I've been thinking about it. Living in this peaceful era, the reason we can pursue our dreams and enjoy life safely is entirely due to the silent, selfless dedication of our soldiers. They have forged an unbreakable safety barrier for us with their blood and sweat. Therefore, for this first and most significant competition, let's sing a song praising the soldiers. This is also a heartfelt tribute to their great spirit. Two hours. The song competition begins in two hours."

As soon as she finished speaking, the live stream chat exploded.

The little moons let out a wail, their voices filled with regret and resentment, like a group of children who had lost a treasure.

The screen was filled with their venting. A fan named Mengmeng stared wide-eyed, her brows furrowed, her delicate makeup slightly disheveled by the distorted expression, and her regret was practically overflowing from the screen.

She typed frantically on the screen, "It's such a pity, Yue Dada! 'Grandma's Patriotic Version' was released too early. If you had entered 'Grandma's Patriotic Version' into the competition, Yue Dada would definitely have won!"

The words were followed by a series of crying emoticons, as if the speaker had already foreseen Luo Li's defeat and was filled with despair and helplessness.

A fan nearby quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Making another song of the same type in such a short time, with 'Grandma's Patriotic Version' to compare, is too difficult for Yue-da. This is clearly setting a challenge for Yue-da!"

His words were full of concern for Luo Li and dissatisfaction with the competition format, while he secretly complained about the question setter's difficult questions.

At this moment, a netizen named Xiao Hei slightly raised the corners of his mouth, forming a barely perceptible arc, carrying a hint of disdain and provocation.

His hands flew across the keyboard like a nimble dancer: "Do you think this is deliberately targeting Yue Da? Hmph, but I don't think so. Maybe Luo Li doesn't have any real talent to begin with, and that song she sang before was just lucky. How much talent can she have? It's just been over-packaged and hyped up by the media."

The disdain in his words seemed to want to belittle Luo Li to dust through the screen; his heart was filled with jealousy and disbelief towards Luo Li.

Another man named A-Qiang chimed in, not to be outdone: "That's right, I don't believe she can be that great. She's always been praised to the skies. Let's see how she handles this. She'll probably be exposed for what she's made of this time. I want to see what tricks she can pull this time."

His eyes revealed a gloating anticipation, as if he couldn't wait to see Luo Li make a fool of herself. He thought to himself: You're always so glamorous, let's see how you get out of this mess.

Some people sarcastically remarked, "Maybe she'll find an excuse to withdraw from the competition. After all, it's quite difficult, and she doesn't seem like someone with that kind of ability. Maybe she's already trembling with fear and is preparing to make a reason to run away."

Various derogatory comments kept scrolling through the live stream, like a swarm of buzzing flies, annoying and impossible to get rid of.

Yun Ran stood in the center of the live broadcast stage, her brows furrowing slightly. Her two willow-leaf eyebrows were gently twisted together, forming a shallow furrow.

She felt a sense of disgust towards these disparaging remarks. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something to stop them, but she knew her own identity and position and could not speak easily.

She paused for a moment, and this brief silence seemed exceptionally long in the noisy live broadcast room.

She stared blankly at the scrolling subtitles on the screen, her heart filled with mixed emotions, as if a bottle of mixed feelings had been spilled.

She was actually quite helpless; she was just following Ji Yajun's instructions. She sighed inwardly, thinking: When will this strife in the entertainment industry ever end?