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After showing off his skills, Su Zhe put down the microphone, and the foreign aid group's high-pitched Tibetan folk songs, accompanied by children's voices, echoed on the stage.

The professional jury wrote vigorously:

A stroke of genius!

The rough folk songs and tender children's voices harmonize well with Su Zhe's ethereal voice, so that his voice does not float to the sky, but instead takes root on the plateau and sings the story of this land.

The audience may not be able to hear these designs, but their instinct for beauty makes them exclaim:

【It sounds great! 】

[I was attracted as soon as I heard the beginning. 】

【This man brings too many surprises! 】

Following the rhythm, Su Zhe continued to sing, his voice always clear and mellow:

【A Diao

You always dress yourself up like

Just like a boy/Tougher than Kelsang]

【A Diao

Hypocritical people have thousands of ways to laugh

When will you go down the mountain/Remember to bring the Dolma knife]

…

The professional jury marveled:

"My treble skills are very good."

"The voice function is also good. Most male singers have to switch to falsetto to be able to match it, but he actually relies on his real voice."

"When he sings folk songs, he definitely can't practice falsetto. Being able to sing like this is purely a blessing from God."

A camera was always pointed at the professional jury, and the barrage curiously asked:

【What are they talking about? Can anyone please explain? 】

[Falsetto is the technique of using the edge of the vocal cords to produce sounds that are higher than the normal vocal range. However, long-term use of falsetto will damage the tone of the mid-range. The most important thing about folk songs is the midrange, do you understand? 】

[I see, then God is too partial to Su Zhe, right? Kissed his face, and then kissed his throat! 】

After Su Zhe showed off his high-pitched skills, he started rapping again:

[Exiled/confused/free/blowing like the wind/a bumpy road]

The system did not reward Su Zhe for his rapping skills, but he had the background as a trainee after all.

In rapping, Su Zhe abandoned his high-pitched technique and instead became more emotionally involved:

[But I/still won’t/give up hope just because of the pain/the wounds I suffered will grow into scars/and bloom into extremely beautiful flowers]

The cycle goes back and forth, he is shouting, roaring, and declaring war on fate.

Until then, the audience finally put aside his singing skills and began to pay attention to the lyrics and the sadness and power contained in them.

Backstage, the guests were sharper and more able to capture the emotion of the songs.

Song Hui shook his head and sighed:

"Talent is leaking! I always thought that writing ballads depends on accumulation and life insights. I didn't expect that Su Zhe is so young... ugh."

He sighed, feeling sour in his heart.

[Is this what it feels like to be a bad student looking at a top student? 】

【slacker student? Song Hui is also a folk legend! Before Su Zhe, his "Beloved Girl" was the ballad sales record! 】

[The difference between top students is greater than the difference between humans and dogs. 】

[Although Su Zhe is young, his life experience is too rich. No one in the entertainment industry understands being hacked better than him. 】

[Given the pressure Su Zhe has received from public opinion, he will either die of depression or break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly. 】

The barrage was all praising Su Zhe's talent, but no one noticed that Lin Shan'er was listening to the music blankly, and the smile that had been on her face gradually disappeared.

She suddenly remembered her teammates’ advice to her when they were drunk:

"You look so cute, but you are actually a man. There is no end to your career, and sometimes there is no need to be so tired."

Her teammates said a lot of things at the time. People from China like to yell when they drink too much. But for some reason, she remembered these words and has remembered them to this day.

Walking out of her memories, she quietly looked at Su Zhe's charming stage, then turned to look at Zou Yongmei's admiring eyes at the side, and suddenly smiled:

I will carry the Dolma knife and be stronger than Kelsanghua.

Su Zhe didn't know what other people were thinking, so he could only concentrate on singing on the stage.

He took a deep breath and burst into high pitch again:

【A Diao

Can I have a full meal tomorrow?

You have become accustomed to loneliness, which is a kind of belief]

In the waiting area, Cai Zifeng's expression was very ugly.

Although he is a streamer, his musical literacy is not low. He is not an amateur. At least he can distinguish the quality of songs.

Su Zhe has been singing with impeccable lyrics, music, arrangement, singing and staging.

But it happened to be in front of him.

From Gu Yifei to Su Zhe, after two consecutive high-pitched and intense performances, how will he take over?

You don’t have the ability, you know? !

Even if the God of Song comes today, he still can't take over the situation!

However, his fans are still adding to the chaos, cheering on the barrage:

[Brother Feng, come on, you can definitely defeat Su Zhe! 】

[What kind of shit is Su Zhe's singing? Why not go to the Starlight Stage to sing folk songs! 】

[Brother Feng, crush him quickly! It's so annoying to let his stupid fan dance around all day long. 】

Cai Zifeng had a grimace on his face: Since he is certain to lose, it is best to keep a low profile now so as to attract less ridicule.

But this group of idiot fans insists on starting a fight and provoking. Now it’s fine. After they finish singing, they will die again.

Although I am used to losing to him, he is so powerful anyway, who in the circle can win? No shame either.

Cai Zifeng began to provide himself with psychological counseling.

The barrage was still asking him:

[Brother Feng, do you have confidence? 】

Cai Zifeng:......

I drafted a resignation speech before the war. Do you think I have confidence?

Su Zhe didn't know that the enemy general had been frightened out of fear, so he devoted himself to singing:

【A Diao

The edges will not be smoothed by reality

Ill-fated/obsessed and indifferent]

At this time, the camera suddenly focused on a pretty girl with short hair in the audience.

She had single eyelids, was a little thin, and looked timid. She stared blankly at Su Zhe, who was singing loudly on the stage.

Two lines of clear tears fell silently from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, but her eyes were still fixed on the stage.

[Look, this is called professional! Other viewers should learn from this! 】

[Director, add chicken legs to this extra cast! Crying is so natural! 】

[Isn’t this better than a female star’s performance? 】

[The master plays a minor role, and the clown is in the palace. 】

The girl couldn't see the barrage and listened intently to Su Zhe's singing:

【Farewell to youth/countless stations

Willing to be ordinary/but not willing to be ordinary and defeated]

Su Zhe took a breath inconspicuously, and after taking a breath, he used all his abilities to push up the real voice——

【You are A Diao

You are a free bird——】

The pitch got higher and higher, and the audience was dumbfounded.

The professional jury was no longer calm and said in shock:

"It's F5!"

"Is he a human? He can sing to the limit of high notes, and he can still play such a long note!"

"Damn, you can sing so well, damn!"

They were all forced to use swear words, not to mention the audience——

[I got goosebumps when I heard it]

[Oh my god, Su Zhe's voice seems to penetrate into my soul. 】

【This is called freedom! The freedom that previous guests sang was too restrictive. 】

There is also a screen full of [Fuck] [Fuck] [Fuck]...

Backstage, Gu Yifei stood up in shock and murmured:

"This is not a good seedling, this is a towering tree."

Zou Yongmei held onto the costume tightly. She took it back from the waiting area and wanted to clean it, but now she was holding it in her arms excitedly, as if she was holding someone.

In such a scene, there was no barrage to ridicule or tease her, because they were all concentrating on listening to the song.