The stage lights brightened again.
Time seemed to flow onward.
Boom!!
The live audience's faces were flushed with excitement.
They waved their glow sticks, cheering wildly.
"An Ye Tu!"
"An Ye Tu! An Ye Tu!"
The previously chaotic noise converged into a unified roar at a certain moment.
The entire venue cheered for An Ye Tu!
In this moment, An Ye Tu was the center of attention.
In the backstage lounge.
Lang Ya slumped onto the sofa, his hands trembling involuntarily.
Was it over just like that?
He had never expected An Ye Tu to drastically change style after a love song, turning it into a rock anthem.
Even less did he expect it to electrify the entire audience and feature soaring high notes.
"Damn it, is he a freak? Who would write a song like that normally???"
Everyone had a ingrained notion: love songs should be heart-wrenching, and even with high notes, they wouldn't push the boundaries too much.
But this song's three-stage emotional climb, from the initial melancholic ballad to the intense, continuous high notes in the middle, and then the scalp-tingling scale climb after the rap.
It was undoubtedly an ultimate showcase of skill.
At this moment.
Someone reminded him.
It was time for the critique.
Lang Ya took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
As he stood, his legs went weak, and he almost fell.
After barely steadying himself, he coughed awkwardly and walked out of the lounge.
...
The cheers continued at the venue.
When the host walked onto the stage, the lights illuminated the area once more.
Yin Na also got up from the floor, returning to her seat a bit awkwardly.
However, her excitement far outweighed her embarrassment.
This was the most thrilling song she had heard in so many episodes; it had completely hit her sweet spot.
It had repeatedly caressed her most sensitive areas.
High notes.
Super-high notes.
And that incredibly smooth scale progression, along with the bombardment of metallic tones.
"This is true vocal prowess! This is amazing!"
She muttered to herself.
"Please welcome the two singers to the stage!"
After the audience's cheers subsided, the host finally spoke.
Wu Mian Qi Shi and Lang Ya ascended the stage.
Now they understood that the masked aspect of the show not only prevented the audience from recognizing them but also served to shield them from visible embarrassment.
Yes, Wu Mian Qi Shi was a little better under the mask; he had grown accustomed to being outshone over so many episodes.
Lang Ya was different.
His intention was to defeat An Ye Tu, thereby establishing his fame.
If he succeeded, he would naturally be the most glorious.
But if he failed, he would be the most embarrassed person on stage.
"Please, esteemed judges, offer your critiques."
The host continued.
Then the camera switched to the judges.
The most excited Yin Na immediately grabbed the microphone and shouted her signature catchphrase at An Ye Tu: "An Ye Tu, you've truly made me kneel with this performance. No matter what, I still have to say, you are my god!!!"
The audience, as if anticipating this, echoed her shout.
Suddenly, a wave of "An Ye Tu, you are my god!" filled the venue.
This catchphrase had been imitated by many in the previous episode, and this time, it was likely to become a massive hit.
Besides the live audience, the bullet comments were also flooding with these words.
Then, after the audience's cheers died down.
Mo Yan picked up the microphone, smiled, and asked An Ye Tu, "Is this your limit?"
An Ye Tu, who had been slightly embarrassed by Yin Na's outburst on stage, was momentarily stunned. He then shook his head and chuckled softly, "A singer should have no limits."
Mo Yan nodded slowly.
Indeed, everyone's potential was boundless.
"You perfectly executed the song's three emotional progressions, and I especially liked your vocal tone this time. I want to say that this performance today might be one of the most brilliant live performances in the Mandopop scene, truly possessing the standard of a singing god. I hope you maintain this state, and also hope Ting Yu continues to perform and doesn't underestimate you. I look forward to you bringing us more spectacular performances in the future."
Actually, after Lang Ya finished singing, Mo Yan had felt a bit worried.
After all, no one had expected Lang Ya to go all out, pulling out such a breathtaking song for the sake of becoming King of the Week.
This was the first time Mo Yan had felt worried for An Ye Tu on stage.
However, the outcome was good, because An Ye Tu was exceptionally well-prepared. The techniques he displayed in this song were definitely superior to Lang Ya's, whether in terms of emotion or vocal skill, this song had fully showcased them.
"Thank you, Teacher Mo Yan," An Ye Tu nodded.
At this moment.
Mo Yan turned his gaze to Lang Ya.
"Lang Ya, are you around forty years old?"
His question surprised everyone.
Mo Yan was actually showing concern for someone other than An Ye Tu; it was a sight for sore eyes.
"That's correct," Lang Ya didn't hesitate. This was within the scope of questions allowed by the production team.
"Have you sung songs I've written?" Mo Yan continued, his expression still calm.
"I have," Lang Ya hesitated for a moment before nodding.
"Good," Mo Yan nodded with a smile.
As Mo Yan's gaze fell upon him, Lang Ya's heart skipped a beat.
Had he been exposed?
For the song just performed, he would have preferred to make a mistake rather than use his own vocal timbre. Forget Mo Yan, even those closest to him might not have recognized it.
"I have no further questions," Mo Yan didn't press on.
Next were the critiques from Liu Huan and Han Qi.
However.
Mo Yan's gaze lingered on Lang Ya.
Lang Ya could feel it.
What's more, he noticed that Wu Mian Qi Shi beside him was also sizing him up.
And the eyes peeking from beneath the mask held a hint of hostility.
"When the hell did I offend him?"
Lang Ya felt utterly bewildered.
He shook his head, perhaps his mind was a bit disoriented from his failure today, and he was perceiving things incorrectly.
The judges concluded their critiques.
Next was the voting segment.
After Lang Ya's performance, everyone had thought An Ye Tu was in danger.
But after An Ye Tu's performance of "Our Love."
Everyone knew who the King of the Week was.
The votes changed on the big screen.
The final tally was displayed.
An Ye Tu: 1621 votes.
Lang Ya: 496 votes.
Wu Mian Qi Shi: 287 votes.
A landslide victory!
As the results were announced.
The live audience erupted in cheers.
An Ye Tu had been crowned King of the Week for eight consecutive times!
Would he reach the finals with a perfect record and become officially recognized as a singing god?
Many were filled with anticipation!
"An Ye Tu already looks like a champion. There are only four episodes left, and if we don't count the finals, just three. I really can't imagine who can stop him."
"Wu Mian Qi Shi is showing signs of fatigue; he probably won't make it to the finals."
"He's already very good. Besides An Ye Tu, he's the one who has lasted the longest."
"That's right, Wu Mian Qi Shi is indeed very consistent. Other singers get eliminated after two or three episodes at most, but he's lasted a full eight episodes. If An Ye Tu wasn't in the competition, he would likely be the most dazzling person here."
"I hope he makes it to the finals, otherwise it would be a real shame."
As the competition progressed, Wu Mian Qi Shi's presence became less prominent.
Especially in this episode, although he won, his performance was steady and solid, not as dazzling as in previous episodes.
However, due to his long tenure in the show, he still had many supporters.