Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Fluorescent Sea?

Xu Qingyan felt a bit embarrassed, as he had only casually mentioned the blue fluorescent sea during a chat with Lin Wanzhou. It was purely boasting, without considering whether the technology could realize it.

Now he vaguely understood why Wen Yun had specifically followed him, probably to communicate with the production team about the fluorescent sea, and it turned out to be a reality.

On the stage, Lin Wanzhou stood in the blue fluorescent sea. As if draped in a dark blue ocean skirt, she began to sing slowly.

"Suddenly I realize I've been standing for a long time, not knowing where to go, and yet not wanting to go home…"

As soon as she began, the entire venue fell silent.

Even from the first line of the song, you could feel a discomfort that instantly hit you. That inescapable feeling of loneliness rampaged through the heart, like a gasping cat or dog.

"...Even with many people around, loneliness can prevail, many topics are about me, even I have heard them."

The mere two opening lines, so finely crafted, were enough to showcase the quality of the lyrics and melody. Standing at the crossroads of a crowded street, staring into the distance for a long time, not knowing in which direction to head.

Gossip is like the shadows in the black of night, always there.

"If you also heard, have you thought of me, like an old ordinary friend..."

One question, 'have you?', made the entire audience shiver. The resonance between people and music often occurs at special moments, hearing a song and then getting goosebumps.

Stunned on the spot for a good while, feeling a thorough chill from head to toe.

On stage, only Lin Wanzhou walked in the blue fluorescent sea, her voice of sadness and despair like the spirit of a sea monster, with a lighthouse's faint light shining in the center of the stage screen.

As if to say, even if one is drowning in the silent depths of the night sea, there is not only darkness but also the last shred of hope. Even if you're tossing and turning amidst rumors, to still believe in hope.

Even if doubted, wronged, or even cyberbullied, you still hope someone knows "I am still me".

"Stumbling and fumbling before I understood much, the only person who gets me is you."

At this, the audience couldn't help but swallow hard. Who the hell taught you to write lyrics like this, stepping on the heart with every word, as if each one were filled with grievances?

The cyberbullying is like a dark tide, devoid of any light. Everyone in the audience was clear about who wrote this song, a familiar recipe with a familiar taste, just like "Fleeting Years".

Only, unlike the regrets of "Fleeting Years", this was purely a sound of despair. Not only the eight hundred people in the live audience but even the singers in the guest assembly hall were taken aback.

It was originally thought that Pei Muchan's song was already stunning enough, but it turned out the last act truly saved the best for last.

From a professional singer's standpoint, this song did not exceed E5, sung with a full voice technique.

In fact, singing in this way is extremely difficult, and only a 'diva'-level professional singer like her could complete it, all the so-called KTV War Gods like Xu Qingyan would have to bow down in defeat.

A song with thirty or forty C5D5s, all around the tricky falsetto break, leaping across. The high notes are filled with long sections of rapid enunciation, without real skill one cannot handle this delicate task.

Lin Wanzhou was indeed suitable for singing sad love songs, as she herself had experienced despair.

Luckily, she had no experience in love, relying entirely on borrowed experiences for these sad love songs. When singing she wouldn't get too emotionally involved and could easily break away from the fictional emotions afterwards.

It might not be considered an advantage, but this ability to enter and leave emotions as needed is enough to make many professional singers envious.

"If you also heard, would you have thought of me… so much, so much I want to say to you, suspending my heart without solace! I can't bear to echo it, reluctant, yet helpless!"

The broken voice echoed through the stage, the harmonies in the dark sides of the stage resonating. Many in the audience were emotionally stirred, their Adam's apples moving, their eyes slightly red.

Who hasn't felt helpless at times, on the verge of breakdown and despair, how much one wishes for someone to firmly believe in them. To say so much, unrelated to rumors or slander.

Like the lighthouse in the dark night at sea, guiding the direction of ships' voyages. Before reaching the warmth of a safe harbor, there's someone with you, so you'll never lose your way even as you sail through the night.

In the golden reflection of the guest assembly hall, Hou Xueheng stared at the screen with a serious face. Occasionally a thoughtful glint, deep as ink, would flash across his eyes.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He had joined the show just for fun, one reason was to make some money, and another was to try something new. Could he be as popular as he was two or three decades ago?

How were his skills in arranging music, in re-singing old songs, and what was his level in today's programs popular with young people? Could he win the love of the younger audience?

To be honest, ever since he joined the show, for the first time, he began to doubt himself. In the span of two episodes, Xu Qingyan's four songs were presented on this stage.

One song amazed, two songs gained appreciation. Three songs commanded respect, and four brought silence.

Hou Xueheng, who had dominated the music scene for decades, had seen countless geniuses. Whether they were songwriters, singer-songwriters, or immensely talented vocalists, even those who could single-handedly produce an album.

To tell the truth, no amount of talents or prodigies had given him as much of a shock as Xu Qingyan had in these two short weeks. No... to be precise, it should be the three of them.

Apart from Xu Qingyan, Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou each had their own characteristics. Such difficult songs could not be perfectly presented without great singers, nor would they find a grand stage.

It's hard to say whether Xu Qingyan made the two young divas, or if the two young divas made Xu Qingyan, or maybe... they made each other?

He began to feel some regret, as, before this, he had only gestured for Lin Chuan and Xu Qingyan to get in touch. Such talented youths would certainly become the backbone of the new generation in the music world.

But at the same time, there was a sense of relief, grateful that he had let Lin Chuan and Xu Qingyan come into contact. It wouldn't have been appropriate for someone his age to seek them out, and now he had only one impression of Xu Qingyan.

"Solid foundation, shrewd and steady."

In the same assembly hall, Wang Yu, known for his mastery of mournful songs, was deeply shaken.

He had worked hard all his life, earning the title of the Prince of Mournful Songs. Now he could only be thankful he was born early, unsure whether to feel happy or not.

Jiang Jingsheng's expression was complex, and a shadow suddenly fell over his heart.

Ahead was Hou Xueheng, the insurmountable mountain. Originally, he thought he was the only one who could chase after Teacher Hou. Now, with two queens emerging, one on each side, he had been directly suppressed.

If it weren't for Pei Muchan's low votes and impending elimination, the top four might have had nothing to do with him.

Lin Wanzhou had not yet finished singing, her voice lingering in the air like a final murmur.

"Thinking of you, thinking of me, my chest is still warm."

"Beautiful!" Jiang Jingsheng couldn't help but exclaim, instinctively giving praise.

In fact, he just wanted to curse. It's a singers' competition, not a concert. Yet, one by one, they either wanted to ascend the throne, to transcend, or to deify.

Unbearable. Could he even continue being a singer?

He had thought that with the gap in domestic idol singers, he could easily fill the space. With a little maneuvering, he could carry the idol singer banner for a few years.

Who knew, before even taking off, the program invited two guest stars as gimmicks, who turned out to be powerful outsiders that kept him pinned down. Since last week, he had barely cracked a smile.

mmp, the program staff had robbed a sunny idol boy of his joy.

Wen Yun had grown numb from listening, and it took her half a minute to turn her head and look at the diva Zhang Yuqi, smiling as she asked,

"Yuqi, is the song Zhouzhou sang an original?"

"Yes, it's original."

Zhang Yuqi had a smile on her face, showing no emotion despite her elimination, clearly understanding the appearance fee for this absurd ploy.

The red blooms always need green leaves for contrast, just as in a costume drama. Without veteran actors for support, how could one show the dramatic improvement of the young lead's acting skills?

Some improvements don't need to be real, veterans easing off can make it happen too.

If Jiang Jingsheng is that red bloom, then Zhang Yuqi and Wang Yu are those taller green leaves. Waiting for Jiang Jingsheng to strive and then surpass them without looking back.

Then, append a copy, "This autumn belongs to the talented youth!"

But no one expected that the program initially only wanted two vases to stir up excitement and trending searches. They accidentally invited the real deal, making it easy to invite deities but hard to send them away.

The program staff had just painstakingly ensured Pei Muchan's low-vote elimination, only to be shocked to find that the ace was hiding at the end, and unfortunately, this deity couldn't be moved.

Wen Yun had arrived, dining at the same table as the director at noon. When she toasted, half the people at the table had to stand with her, causing the staff much discomfort.

Even the director couldn't understand. Wen Yun could have gone to a bigger company, done more meaningful things. Why did she stubbornly stick with Lin Wanzhou, opening a shabby little studio?

What a weird world it was these days.

She seemed like a has-been singer, yet once she made a move, it was a fierce battle, almost unable to hold back. If Pei Muchan weren't quickly eliminated, they might actually see deities fighting.

The song ended, and Lin Wanzhou stood on the stage for two seconds. She naturally began to withdraw her emotions bit by bit. She didn't know what heartbreak was.

After singing, her first thought was... was he watching? Was that woman Pei Muchan watching?

In the singers' lounge, Pei Muchan slowly shifted her gaze away from the screen, remaining silent for a long while.

"You sang really well."

"You also sing well, both of you sing well," Xu Qingyan said without paying too much attention, casually resting his hand on the sofa and routinely added, "You've done your best."

"Although this song is also nice, I still prefer 'Riding the White Horse,'" Pei Muchan glanced at him, "What do you think... who sings better, her or me?"

"Uh..." Xu Qingyan felt a bit of a headache, "Both are pretty good."

"Hmm." Pei Muchan didn't speak further, hiding a trace of melancholy the moment she looked down, "Anyway, they're all songs you wrote. Naturally, you'd think they are all good."

Upon hearing this, he always felt that there was a deeper meaning in Pei Muchan's words, but he didn't take the initiative to respond.

Sometimes, Xu Qingyan even woke from sleep with the illusion that he hadn't left the dating show. It was just that the cameras had been removed from his side.

Director Chen Fufeng didn't control the set anymore, and no staff were bustling around him, but he still found himself treading on thin ice between two women.

The longer he interacted with the two women, the more he felt he should cherish both. But how could one be completely impartial in this world? There would always be a preference, and he feared that one day he would still have to face a choice.