This high note, laden with a fierce metallic edge, assaulted the eardrums of everyone in the venue.
Unwillingness!
Suppression!
Rage!
At this moment, it was all unleashed!
In the producer's area, Hu Yang had just gripped the armrests of his chair, not yet steady, when this high note struck. His hands suddenly went limp, and he slumped down from the chair, landing on the floor.
Zhu Xinyu was jolted so forcefully by the high note that his entire body went numb. His scalp involuntarily tightened, and his features contorted in time with the sound.
The host's eyes widened, his mouth agape, his entire face a mask of bewildered shock.
The venue's safety alarm was triggered by the sheer volume of the high note.
It hadn't stopped!
It was still going!
This high note sustained for a full fifteen seconds!
Accompanied by fireworks that exploded skyward from the stage.
The impact was so overwhelming that the audience felt a sense of soul detachment, instinctively screaming and roaring along!
The entire venue erupted!
Everyone was going wild!
They stood from their seats, screaming with frenzy!
The cameras cut rapidly.
Every frame captured the audience's hysterical screams.
The sense of shock infected everyone present.
The judging panel was stunned.
The production team was flabbergasted.
The camera operators were swamped.
Finally.
Zhang Wei's high note abruptly ceased.
With the accompaniment gone, only the audience's screams and cheers filled the venue.
You call this exaggerated?
This is beyond outrageous, it's the most outrageous thing imaginable!
Whether it was the song itself.
Or Zhang Wei's performance.
The exhilarating sensation that struck straight to the heart left the audience captivated, unable to extricate themselves.
Even though Zhang Wei had stopped singing on stage, that high note still echoed in everyone's minds.
Amidst the roaring, sea-like crowd, a single voice emerged: "Zhang Wei! Zhang Wei!"
On stage, the members of the Ting Yu Singer Group stood and shouted in unison: "Zhang Wei! Zhang Wei!"
Ting Yu's fans frantically waved their phone flashlights, screaming hysterically: "Zhang Wei!"
The sound was chaotic.
It gradually took on a rhythm.
One hundred people!
One thousand people!
Five thousand people!
Ten thousand people!
...
Finally, all the audience members joined in, shouting the name "Zhang Wei."
At this moment, whose fan they were no longer mattered.
Because everyone was captivated by Zhang Wei's vocal prowess and the emotion of the song.
Especially the final release of tension, which swept away all the preceding suppression.
The feeling was electrifying, right down to the toes.
Utterly exhilarating!
"How is this possible? How can he have such strong stage control?" Outsiders only knew that Zhang Wei was hitting impressive high notes, but Zhu Xinyu, an insider, noticed Zhang Wei's absolute command of the stage.
When he sang this song, he gradually suppressed the audience's emotions from the very beginning.
There were several points where he could have unleashed a high note for an outburst.
However, each time, the release wasn't fully satisfying. As the song progressed, the suppressed emotions built to a peak, which was then fully released by that final, powerful high note.
Many singers understood this principle, but few could execute it.
And Zhu Xinyu knew.
Even he couldn't achieve this!
"To achieve such powerful emotional resonance, building emotion in the climax, and then making the audience's scalps tingle like this, the songwriting and arrangement have reached their peak." Hu Yang was speaking.
He mentally replayed it, wondering if he could write such an incredible song.
The answer he reached was, impossible.
Completely impossible.
Noticing a camera focused on him, he quickly got up from the floor, awkwardly dusting off his clothes.
If only he hadn't crossed his legs. He lost his balance and made a complete fool of himself.
Su Yu watched the stage quietly, looking at Zhang Wei, who was breathing heavily.
His eyes held a mixture of relief and surprise.
Relief that the song was performed perfectly, with meticulous attention to detail and the emotional climax delivered just right.
Surprise that Zhang Wei, while performing "Fu Kwai" (浮夸), not only followed Su Yu's earlier advice but also incorporated his own understanding, making the emotion even richer.
Actually, for the song "Fu Kwai," the system provided two versions of the lyrics.
The Mandarin version was the one by Terry Lin.
Relatively speaking, the Mandarin version better suited Zhang Wei's current situation. Su Yu had also said he didn't care about defeating an opponent using their own strengths.
He told Zhang Wei that he could use whichever version he preferred for the live performance.
However, after receiving both versions, Zhang Wei decisively chose the Vietnamese version.
Su Yu might not have cared, but he couldn't let Su Yu's victory be imperfect because of him.
That's right, upon receiving "Fu Kwai," Zhang Wei knew he would win this round with absolute certainty; it was just a matter of how he won.
The Mandarin version was more fitting for his current circumstances, more restrained, and spoke of how even with one's own excellence, one might not stand out. Performing it on the show could directly retort to the critics.
The Vietnamese version was more frantic, no, it was more manic; it was the silent cry of an ordinary person. The protagonist of the Vietnamese version wasn't an individual but rather the majority of ordinary people. With shared empathy, coupled with the intense melody and vocal delivery, it could evoke more sympathy.
Overall, the Vietnamese version was more suitable for a live performance.
Because, for a live performance, the grand, unrestrained emotions were more fitting for the atmosphere.
However, Zhang Wei hadn't thought that far when making his choice. He knew that Brother Yu had used his opponents' strengths in previous competitions, and only this Vietnamese version was needed to complete the perfect sequence!
...
Beyond the live audience.
The bullet comments in the live stream were so numerous they were unreadable.
"I'm skipping the pleasantries, just saying: Holy crap!!"
"My skull has been blasted away!"
"Damn it, I'd been constipated for five days, and when that high note hit, it just snapped it shut! Half of it is still stuck inside!"
"You call this not being able to sing?"
"Is this what you guys meant by Zhang Wei being incompetent, not worthy of singing Su Yu's songs?"
"He's ascended! I declare Zhang Wei has ascended in the city finals!!"
"Tears are welling up, he's endured so much!"
"A decade-long fan states this is the strength of a talent show champion!"
"From today onwards, Zhang Wei has shaken off the label of having popular songs but not being famous himself, because this song 'Fu Kwai' is his definitive masterpiece!!"
"Ting Yu truly is the producer who understands singers best. Some critics previously called it a foolish choice for Ting Yu to give this song to Zhang Wei, but now, who else could deliver such a performance?"
"Guys, there's still the Mandarin version, I'm already refreshing music platforms."
"Xing Hui's official Weibo stated that both versions will be released together after the show ends."
"Looking forward to the Mandarin version's performance!"
This time, Zhang Wei, with his vocal talent, coupled with a song that demanded such skill, had conquered everyone!