Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Fault-type compaction.

Even double the kill.

The long-haired judge slumped into his chair.

He felt a burning pain on his face.

It wasn't from being hit by a water bottle.

It was drawn from these 83 million votes.

He just now shamelessly talked about what constitutes popular aesthetics.

They say it's not worthy of serious consideration.

These 83 million slaps are making his head buzz.

The host stared at the number for several seconds, stunned.

His professionalism brought him back to his senses quickly.

He took a deep breath and raised the microphone.

Their voices were trembling.

"Eighty-three million!"

"incredible!"

"Dear viewers, you have made history!"

"I hereby declare!"

The winner of this round of group matches is—

"Xu Qing's team!!!"

Confetti was sprayed out.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Wang Dazhu suddenly slid off the chair and onto the floor.

He stared blankly at the numbers on the big screen.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

He couldn't count them all.

"Ergou..."

Wang Dazhu turned his head, his big dark face covered in tears and snot.

"We...we're not dreaming, are we?"

"That's over 80 million votes!"

"Our village only has a little over three hundred people..."

Li Ergou also cried.

He held the broken-stringed erhu in his arms and cried like a 200-pound child.

"We won..."

"We didn't let Brother Xu down..."

Zhang Tiedan was the most direct.

His eyes rolled back, and this time he truly fainted from happiness.

And in this midst of revelry.

Only Xu Qing.

He remained as calm as an outsider.

He did not cheer.

They didn't jump up to celebrate.

Even the expression on his face didn't change much.

He simply raised his head slowly.

I glanced at that astronomical figure.

Then his gaze swept across the crowd.

He walked past the three pale-faced judges.

Over the frenzied audience.

He looked at the camera lens that was pointing directly at him.

His eyes were gentle yet firm.

It's as if you're looking through this lens at some non-existent corner of the world.

That look in his eyes was saying:

look.

I did it.

This is for your wedding.

People from all over the world came to participate.

In the backstage lounge.

Zhang Ye swept everything on the table onto the floor like a madman.

He smashed the makeup mirror.

The fragments reflected countless distorted faces.

"roll!"

"Get out of here, all of you!"

He yelled at his three trembling teammates.

Li Xiu and his men felt as if they had been granted a pardon and ran out as fast as they could.

Zhang Ye was the only one left in the lounge.

He slumped down amidst the shards of glass.

He was panting heavily.

That sense of superiority, that arrogance of being a darling of capital.

It was shattered in that instant.

He lost.

I lost to someone who plays the suona.

They lost to a madman who staged a "ghost marriage" on stage.

Even more terrifying.

He realized something.

Those fans who usually comment "Brother is so handsome" and "Brother is the best" under his Weibo posts.

Faced with true strength and awe.

He runs faster than anyone else.

The so-called power of capital.

Faced with Xu Qing's almost monstrous talent.

It's as brittle as a piece of paper.

……

Side view of the stage.

Luo Qianyu was still wearing that huge black mask and baseball cap.

She stood in the shadows.

He clutched the black-screened phone tightly in his hand.

The last image displayed on the screen was the vote she cast.

She looked at the man on the stage, surrounded by ribbons, yet appearing incredibly lonely.

Tears silently soaked through the mask.

"fool……"

She sniffed, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

"Who told you to make something so scary..."

"It made me cry..."

She wanted to rush up and hug him.

I wanted to tell him that the red cap on the guitar was very pretty.

She wanted to tell him that she understood the song.

But she can't.

Zhao Tai's men are still searching for her everywhere.

Going out now will only bring Xu Qing more trouble.

Luo Tianxiong stood in the VIP box on the second floor.

The old man was holding two walnuts in his hand.

It made a clicking sound.

He looked at the vote count, then at his daughter standing in the shadows.

He let out a long sigh.

"This kid..."

"That's interesting."

"Even without the Luo family, we can still create a hole in the sky."

The butler, Old Zhang, handed over a cup of tea.

"Master, what about Zhao Tai...?"

Luo Tianxiong sneered.

A sly glint flashed in his eyes.

"Call the legal department."

"Didn't Star Emperor Entertainment just try to pull a stunt?"

"Check their taxes."

"Since they want to play dirty tricks, then I'll teach them what real capital is."

……

on the stage.

The host finally remembered the three forgotten judges.

"Now, would you three judges like to offer your comments on the voting results?"

This is deliberately stirring up trouble.

Just now you were calling them feudal superstition.

They've now received over 80 million votes.

Handing that microphone over is like handing over a knife.

The long-haired judge turned green.

He held the microphone, his lips trembling for a long time.

The audience below the stage were making a fuss.

"Say something!"

"Weren't you quite talkative just now?"

"This is mainstream aesthetics! You disagree?"

The long-haired judge gritted his teeth.

He knew he had really messed up today.

If I don't say something nice, he won't be able to leave this studio.

"Cough cough..."

He forced out a smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Well... the audience has discerning eyes."

"It seems that I... I'm out of touch with the times."

"Xu Qing's team's performance was indeed... truly innovative."

"Thinking back on that suona performance just now, it was indeed... very powerful."

He had just finished speaking.

A chorus of boos erupted from the audience.

"hypocritical!"

"A fence-sitter!"

The "Peeling King" even shouted, "Weren't you just talking about noise? Now you're talking about power? Your face changes faster than a Sichuan opera!"

The judge with long hair kept his head down, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Just then.

Xu Qing, who had been silent all along, suddenly picked up the microphone.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

Everyone wanted to hear what this man who had created a miracle would have to say.

Is it to give an acceptance speech?

Or should we denounce the inside story?

Xu Qing looked at the long-haired judge.

His eyes were indifferent.

There was no anger, nor any pride.

It's like looking at a stone on the side of the road.

"Don't force yourself."

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

The sound was amplified throughout the venue via the microphone.

"This song was never meant to be sung to the living."

"It's normal that you don't understand."

That's a good point.

Both wild and tough.

What I mean is: You judges aren't even qualified to be my audience.

The long-haired judge's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red.

But he didn't dare to refute a single word.

Because at this very moment.

The man carrying the guitar with the red veil on his back.

Her aura is frighteningly strong.

After saying this, Xu Qing turned around and looked at her three teammates behind her.

Those three guys are still wiping away tears.

"I'm gone."

Xu Qing said softly.

"I still need to go back and fix my erhu."

Wang Dazhu quickly got up from the ground and wiped his face haphazardly.

"Hey! Brother Xu's here!"

"Ergou, stop crying, hurry up and carry Tiedan!"

A group of four.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people in the audience.

He swaggered off the stage like that.

There was no curtain call.

There was no attempt to please.

Just like when they came.

Just this once.

No one dared to laugh at them anymore for being country bumpkins.

Behind.

On that huge screen.

The figure is "eighty-three million".

It was blindingly red.

It was like a resounding slap in the face.

They slapped hard across the faces of all those who looked down on them.