Chapter 117: Such Creativity is Truly Breathtaking!

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At that moment, all the accompaniment seemed to recede beneath Chen Fang’s singing.

Only the sound of running water remained.

Accompaniment made from running water?

And moreover—

Pure accompaniment?

No!

There was also the beat of a drum kit.

But the drumbeat had been pressed down as well. Compressed beneath the dual weight of Chen Fang’s voice and the sound of water, it served only to mark the final syllables of the lyrics.

Xi Dong was slightly taken aback.

Why was Chen Fang singing this way?

If he continued like this, he might run into the same problem as Duke from the first group.

His presence was simply too weak.

His voice did not stand out.

There were too few lyrics.

All of this would diminish his presence.

That was hardly good news.

At this rate, Chen Fang’s group would not receive a very high score.

Although his singing and lyrics were still top-tier, as consistently polished as ever, shortcomings in his performance style and technique would inevitably cost him points.

“What is this boy thinking?”

Xi Dong’s first reaction was not doubt, but an attempt to put himself in Chen Fang’s place.

Then, suddenly, his gaze shifted to Wang Situ, standing beside Chen Fang.

“Lady Shexiang.”

“Lady…”

Xi Dong murmured the words to himself.

The next second, his eyes lit up.

“I see.”

Liu Ke did not understand any of this. Seeing the sudden look of realization on Xi Dong’s face, she narrowed her eyes and reached out to seize him by the most vital part of his anatomy.

“My dear husband, if you have something to say, say it. Don’t make me guess.”

“Hiss—easy, easy! You’re going to break it!” Xi Dong sucked in a sharp breath.

What a fierce woman!

If she really broke it, he would have to rely on props from then on.

At his words, Liu Ke slapped the second-in-command across the face.

“How could it break that easily? I sat right on it before, and it was perfectly fine afterward, wasn’t it?”

Xi Dong: “…”

Unable to argue with his own wife, Xi Dong held down Liu Ke’s hand and explained, “I was wondering why Chen Fang was deliberately lowering his voice. But just now, I suddenly understood. The heart of this song is womanhood—the spirit of a female hero. Chen Fang is a man, so in this song, he plays the supporting role.”

“The heroine of this song is that young girl, Wang Situ. Chen Fang must have taken that into consideration when composing it. To give Wang Situ more room to shine, he deliberately restrained his own performance.”

“That boy really is willing to sacrifice himself for others.”

People stepped onto a stage to perform.

Every singer hoped the audience would focus on them.

Filming was the same.

Some clever supporting actors would occasionally steal a little attention within the lead’s shots, simply to lengthen their own screen time and leave a deeper impression on the audience.

But Chen Fang?

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He had done the exact opposite.

For Wang Situ’s sake, he was perfectly willing to serve as the foliage that set the flower off.

It seemed—

Chen Fang truly cared about this young girl, Wang Situ.

Liu Ke had realized the same thing, and her expression darkened further.

“I feel as though my beloved son-in-law is drifting farther and farther away from me.”

Xi Dong smiled.

Matters of the heart could not be forced.

If Chen Fang and Xi Yuanyuan ultimately missed their chance, then perhaps it was simply fate. At most, it would be a little regrettable.

Xi Dong was not the only one to see it. The judges onstage, as well as the contestants and celebrities watching from the lounge backstage, had also noticed something unusual about Chen Fang.

This kind of self-sacrificing behavior was rather foolish.

“Chen Fang is an absolute idiot,” Zheng Wenyen sneered from inside the lounge.

Earlier, Ke Min had repeatedly warned him to pay special attention to Chen Fang. Ke Min had practically been traumatized by Chen Fang. But now, looking at the situation, Chen Fang was simply a fool.

Ke Min was puzzled as well.

Why was Chen Fang doing this?

Could it be—

He had gotten Wang Situ into bed too, and was sacrificing himself to take care of her?

In Ke Min’s eyes, that was the only possible explanation.

Still—

Wang Situ’s legs really were astonishingly long!

Even she, a woman in her forties or fifties, had stared at them for quite some time. She had nearly begun to wonder whether she was bisexual, attracted to both men and women.

With legs that long, it was no wonder Chen Fang was willing to yield to Wang Situ.

“This is good for us,” Ke Min said, letting out a sigh of relief.

As long as Chen Fang had no presence, she could finally feel at ease.

Zheng Wenyen’s gaze lingered on Wang Situ’s legs for a moment before he looked away, pretending indifference.

Unfortunately—

Qiao Yuezhu noticed the tiny movement.

For an instant, a flash of jealousy and resentment crossed her pure, adorable face.

But she did not dare reveal it. After all, she had only just managed to bind the young pop idol Zheng Wenyen to her through her body. She absolutely could not allow anything to go wrong.

Elsewhere—

Xi Yuanyuan felt somewhat envious of Wang Situ.

If only she could sing…

Would she be the one standing beside Chen Fang onstage right now?

But unfortunately—

She had chosen the path of becoming a manager.

Onstage, Chen Fang lowered his microphone, a smile still playing at the corners of his lips.

His part of the performance had temporarily come to an end.

Next—

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—it was Wang Situ’s moment.

“◤Across the endless mountains,
Across the boundless seas,
If hope still remains,
Spring will always warm the flowers into bloom.
Please stay softly by my side,
And let dreams sweep away the dust.
Let fragrance drift beyond the study walls,
And let beautiful heavenly music resound.◢”

Wang Situ had a naturally husky voice. The moment she lifted the microphone to her lips, that weathered rasp acquired several threads of ringing strength and heroic grandeur.

The melody came alive!

Chen Fang’s voice had been light and graceful, whereas Wang Situ gave the song an entirely different character.

In an instant—

The mountains and seas unfolded before everyone.

In their minds appeared a noble, elegant woman from antiquity, with a beautiful face and armor covering her body. The solemn, murderous grandeur of her bearing washed away the softness normally associated with women.

This classical woman could hold a scroll and read ten thousand books, yet she could also don armor and wield a blade that flashed with cold light.

A true heroine!

Only now did everyone gradually understand Chen Fang’s intention.

This song was a tribute to female heroes. Therefore, the central performer should not be Chen Fang, a man, but Wang Situ—a woman standing six feet two inches tall, radiating an intense sense of oppression simply by being there.

That was right.

Everyone unconsciously cast Wang Situ as the female hero in their minds.

After all—

Her height perfectly matched their image of a formidable woman.

“◤Before the third watch ends and dawn breaks,
Lady Shexiang rides home beneath the moon.
She paints the sunlight upon her heart,
And makes the pitch-black night
Shine bright—
Shine bright.◢”

Chen Fang looked up at the sky. The stage screen behind him shifted with his gaze, transforming into a full moon shining down upon the road, the mountains, and the surface of the water.

Faintly—

The audience heard the soft sound of hoofbeats.

At first, the hoofbeats were barely audible. Then they gradually grew clearer, slightly hurried.

A figure riding beneath the moonlight appeared upon a horse, radiating an overwhelming sense of security.

Chen Fang was still keeping his voice low.

But this time—

No one thought he was foolish.

Within the stillness of the night and moonlight, Chen Fang’s voice, like a whispered confession, blended perfectly into the atmosphere. If he had raised his pitch now, it would instead have created an obvious rupture with the images on the screen.

Chen Fang’s creativity and command of atmosphere were astonishing.

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