Chapter 119: The Grand Finale Won't Turn into Plain Rice, Right?

Wang Situ gave his very best!

At this moment,

Wang Situ’s brilliance outshone Chen Fang, a result Chen Fang had long anticipated.

However,

Wang Situ performed even better than Chen Fang had imagined.

Chen Fang smiled.

Wang Situ did not disappoint him.

All eyes were fixed on Wang Situ. The style of the song "Lady Luxiang" was quite different from the piece Wang Situ had performed during the auditions, yet there was no doubt that Wang Situ had captivated everyone.

Under the spotlight,

With the light shining down,

Tears welled up in Wang Situ’s eyes as he looked toward Chen Fang, his expression filled with gratitude.

The next moment,

Thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue.

The enthusiastic clapping seemed to pierce the silence of the night, swelling and enduring. Online, countless fans were furiously typing Wang Situ’s name.

“Brothers, I’ve got a new wife today.”

“Same here!”

“Do you like the song? You’re just drooling over her long legs, you scoundrels!”

“Oh, you’re not drooling?”

“...I’m drooling too, I’m shameless, hehe.”

“This song is really catchy, I can’t get ‘Mount Wumeng connects to mountain beyond mountain, moonlight spills onto Xiangshui Beach’ out of my head.”

“The melody is simple, the lyrics straightforward. It should be just a flowing tune, but it makes you want to sing along.”

“Wang Situ sings really well, but Chen Fang is truly a creative genius.”

“The youngest top composer in China? Are you kidding me?”

...

While everyone marveled at Wang Situ’s flawless performance, they also admired Chen Fang’s compositional talent—managing to create such a earworm in such a short time. This song might not be a legendary prelude killer,

But it would undoubtedly become one of the most widely sung songs.

Simple melody.

Clear rhythm.

Easy lyrics.

Repetitive pace.

All these traits laid a solid foundation for the song’s wide popularity.

Indeed,

This song might become a staple choice at karaoke bars.

As the applause gradually subsided, the four judges finally began to speak in turn. Chen Fang was not familiar with these judges but had heard from Xi Yuan Yuan before going on stage that they were all famous stars in the entertainment industry.

Two rising male stars, one young female star, and one true diva.

Two men, two women.

The judging panel was equally star-studded.

The first to speak was a man with dreadlocks tied at the back of his head. Judging by his attire, he was a hip-hop rapper star: “Ain’t no doubt! Your duet made me feel the spirit of Mount Emei!”

Chen Fang: ?

English?

China actually has English?

Chen Fang was slightly stunned.

Young man!

When you’re commenting, at least glance at me once; your eyes are practically glued to Wang Situ.

Although Chen Fang had deliberately kept a low profile during the performance, this rapper completely ignored him, which was somewhat unbearable.

“Miss Wang, are you interested in joining me in some rap? I believe with your unique voice, you could develop your own freestyle in this genre and amaze everyone.”

The male judge flicked his dreadlocks.

Wang Situ didn’t quite know how to respond, but after glancing at Chen Fang’s calm expression, her tone became much firmer:

“Thank you for your appreciation, but I’d like to continue honing my craft in the music style I’m familiar with.”

Upon hearing this,

The hip-hop young star felt a twinge of regret.

A shame!

No playing around with those long legs.

Rappers are all about international style—always putting sex on their lips, mixing profanity into their soul.

So shallow!

Nothing like Chen Fang.

Chen Fang never indulged in such superficial nonsense; he practiced what he preached, showing everyone that love is something you do.

After giving his score, it was the turn of the next young female star to comment. This young diva seemed to harbor some hostility toward Chen Fang and Wang Situ, so her remarks were much sharper.

Chen Fang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Interesting!

A second-generation Ke Min?

Chen Fang pondered; perhaps that wasn’t quite right.

Ke Min was a shrew who cursed and shouted, purely looking for trouble, but this young diva, though sharp-tongued, did genuinely point out some shortcomings in Wang Situ’s vocal skills—not just nonsense.

Yet, where did that faint hostility come from?

Chen Fang had been in the entertainment industry for only a short time, unlikely to have offended anyone.

And Wang Situ, even less so.

For a moment,

Chen Fang really couldn’t figure it out.

Interestingly, this young diva only critiqued Wang Situ’s singing and technique while completely ignoring Chen Fang.

No!

Guys!

Can’t you see me?

I sang on stage too...

Chen Fang rubbed his nose, feeling a bit awkward. The judges’ ignoring him made it seem as if he were merely a prop on stage.

Then it was the third judge’s turn.

Still a young male star.

However,

This young star had a far more melancholic aura. His hair was naturally curly, slightly past shoulder length, wearing black glasses. His beard was thick and messy, clearly not well-groomed.

Inevitably,

Chen Fang thought of a singer from Earth.

Chou Chuan-huing.

This male judge was like a scruffy version of Chou Chuan-huing. But to be fair, though unkempt, he was still far more handsome than the previous hip-hop star.

“I’ll start with my score: 98 points,”

the “Chou Chuan-huing” judge announced.

Chen Fang was instantly shocked.

Good heavens!

Even the voice was just like Chou Chuan-huing’s.

Could it be that the real Chou from Earth had traveled through time to China?

Chen Fang was stunned by his voice, while the audience and other judges were stunned by his score.

Ninety-eight points!

The highest score so far!

The previous two judges had given 95 and 96 points respectively, scores that everyone considered reasonable—they left room for improvement, indirectly telling the singers they still had potential.

But this scruffy “Chou Chuan-huing” started with 98 points, instantly raising the score for Chen Fang’s group to a very high level.

Although,

The judges’ scores were not the final result.

The contestants’ final scores would be determined by an additional fan voting round.

But when judges give such high marks, it easily influences both the live and online audiences to follow suit.

Remember,

This judge was a young star.

His fan base was equally massive.

Backstage,

In the dressing room,

Zheng Wenyan’s expression was no longer as calm as before. Clearly, 98 points exceeded his psychological expectations; such a high score was hard to surpass.

“He must be an idiot! Giving 98 points to this song? Disgusting!” Ke Min couldn’t accept it, angrily cursing in the dressing room. Seeing Chen Fang take the spotlight made her feel as if she’d swallowed a pound of excrement.

Originally,

Zheng Wenyan and Qiao Yuezhu were the grand finale.

But now,

Ke Min felt uneasy.

Would Zheng Wenyan and Qiao Yuezhu’s grand finale turn into just plain rice...