After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Chapter 29 On-site reaction!

On stage, the lights came back on.

Lin Zhixing, dressed in red and holding a folding fan, bowed deeply to the audience.

His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his chest heaved violently.

He slowly straightened up, his bright red robe gleaming like an unextinguished flame under the lamplight.

I, who was once just a minor figure on the sidelines, now have the right to stand on the stage and enjoy the cheers of others!

The spotlight shone on me, and it felt a little hot.

The interplay of light and shadow gave him a dreamlike feeling.

The applause and the audience's reaction were like a tsunami, lasting and relentless, with each wave higher than the last.

Someone started it, and the entire audience began chanting his name in unison.

"Lin Zhixing!"

"Lin Zhixing!!"

"Lin Zhixing!!!"

Several female audience members in the front row were already sobbing uncontrollably, holding tissues in their hands, their makeup ruined but they didn't bother to wipe it away.

"It sounds so good... Waaaaah... It sounds so good..."

"Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation"—this phrase is so poignant! This is the backbone of the Chinese people!

"Who said he could only sing nursery rhymes? This is amazing! That Peking opera singing style is incredible!"

"I'm speechless! I'm truly speechless!"

In the media section, even the music critics who are usually known for their composure and sharp tongues all lost their composure at this moment.

They frantically pressed the shutter button in their hands, or quickly jotted down something in their notebooks.

"It's a hit! This song is absolutely a hit!"

"I've got the title in mind! 'When the Red-Haired Girl steps out, who can rival her!'"

"This is not just a good song, it's a complete redefinition of the term 'Chinese style'! Li Ziming's song is good, but compared to this, it's too superficial."

"A perfect blend of traditional opera and popular music, a profound expression of patriotism... Lin Zhixing, this kid is fucking awesome!"

......

Inside the rest room of Ye Lan's team.

"ah!!!!!!"

Chen Xi and Song Zixuan hugged each other and cried, while Li Bowen slammed his fist on the table so hard it shook the room.

"That's amazing! Brother Lin is incredible!"

"This Peking Opera singing...it gave me goosebumps!"

"Waaaaah... Does this mean we won't be eliminated?"

Gu Qingzhou couldn't even feel jealous anymore. She shook her head with a wry smile. This is too awesome. If you're this awesome, why didn't you say so earlier?

Inside the rest room of Han Xuening's team.

Silence reigned.

"call--"

Li Ziming slowly exhaled.

This really scared him; it was so shocking.

This performance refreshed his understanding; he thought that what he had performed was the pinnacle of traditional Chinese style.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhixing immediately tore down the ceiling.

"So... stories and songs can be combined like this? So opera can be performed like this?"

"Yeah, that's really amazing, but we should still have the vote advantage, so we should be able to win... right?"

"Maybe?"

on the stage.

The host walked onto the stage with the microphone, taking a few deep breaths to find his voice: "Thank you... thank you Lin Zhixing for giving us such a stunning, incredible performance!"

He turned to face the mentors' panel. "Mentors, I see you're all still standing. Do you have a lot to say?"

Li Ge was the first to grab the microphone. He didn't care about his image anymore, put one leg on the chair, and excitedly pointed at Lin Zhixing:

"Awesome! That's all I can say, awesome!"

"I've been playing rock for thirty years, and I always thought only rock was the coolest. Today you've taught me a lesson! This is the real deal!"

"When that line of opera singing came out just now, the hairs on my body stood on end! It was amazing! The lyrics were so powerful! 'Though lowly in rank, I dare not forget my duty to the nation'—that's the backbone of every Chinese man!"

Han Xuening was still wiping away tears, and her makeup was a little smudged, but she didn't care at all.

"I always thought that traditional Chinese style was just about beauty, about romance and nature. But today Lin Zhixing told me that traditional Chinese style is about flesh and blood, about character and integrity."

She looked at Lin Zhixing, her eyes full of admiration, "The transition in that opera singing style was perfect. The combination of beauty and strength, the expressiveness, was simply amazing."

Shen Ming rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I used to say that Li Ziming's 'Prosperous Chang'an' was the pinnacle of traditional Chinese style music. Now it seems that 'Prosperous Chang'an' is just the surface, while 'Red-Clad Lament' is the substance. Lin Zhixing, your song has elevated the genre of traditional Chinese style music to a very high level."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Lan.

"Sister Lan, aren't you going to give your opinion?" the host asked.

As Lin Zhixing's mentor, she is the most qualified to speak at this moment.

Unlike the others who shouted excitedly, Ye Lan simply watched Lin Zhixing on the stage quietly.

She picked up the microphone.

"Does it still need evaluation?"

She looked around the room and said, "The applause from the entire audience is the best compliment."

"Lin Zhixing, you did it. You didn't let me down."

"You are not only the pride of our team, but also the pride of this stage tonight."

"Great! The mentors' evaluations are all very high!" The host nodded. "Next, let's hear the most authoritative voice! Please welcome Professor Jiang!"

The staff handed the microphone to Jiang Yunshan, who was in the special guest seat.

Old Jiang's voice choked with emotion, "You sang so well! You sang so well!"

"I've listened to operas and watched performers my whole life. I used to think that opera, as an art form, had declined in this fast-paced era, and that no one wanted to listen to it anymore. But today, you've given me hope!"

"Especially that line, 'Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation'... Excellent! Excellent! This is the backbone of our Peking Opera profession!"

Mr. Jiang's words brought the atmosphere to its climax.

The audience applauded enthusiastically, and the applause lasted for a long time.

Backstage control room.

Director Xia Xue watched the footage from the scene.

"Wow, that's awesome! Lin Zhixing is truly a treasure; you never know what surprises he has in store for you!"

The assistant director was also very excited: "This song is absolutely going to dominate the trending topics tomorrow! Lin Zhixing is practically a walking traffic magnet! Director Xia, we've made the right bet this time!"

on the stage.

"Alright, everyone!"

"The review session is over!"

The host's voice rang out again, pulling everyone's thoughts back to the brutal competition scene.

"No matter how wonderful the performance, the competition must eventually have a result."

"Now, please welcome contestant Li Ziming back to the stage!"

Li Ziming took a deep breath, composed her expression, and walked onto the stage to stand next to Lin Zhixing.

The two stood side by side.

"Now, the most crucial moment has arrived!"

"We invite all 500 audience members and 50 media members to cast your sacred vote!"

"Can Lin Zhixing turn the tide and bridge that massive 80-point gap? Can Ye Lan's team stage a comeback from the brink of defeat?"

"Voting begins!"

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The tense drumbeats began.

The numbers on the big screen started to jump!

This time, the numbers are jumping faster than ever before!

100......200.....300.....

"stop!"

At the host's command, the numbers froze.

Li Ziming: 236 votes.

Lin Zhixing: 314 votes.

Lin Zhixing won by 78 votes!

The total score became:

Han Xuening's team: 1356

Ye Lan Team: 1354

Upon seeing the numbers, the audience gasped in surprise.

The host's voice rang out again.

"Oh my god! Although Lin Zhixing's votes have surpassed Li Ziming's, Ye Lan's team is still trailing by two votes!"

"but!"

"We still have one last and crucial question—Old Jiang's 10 votes!"

"Old Jiang hasn't cast his 10 votes yet!"

"If Elder Jiang votes for Han Xuening's team, or abstains from voting, then Ye Lan's team will eliminate two players."

"If Mr. Jiang votes for Ye Lan's team..."

"Team Ye Lan will pull off a miraculous comeback with a narrow advantage!"

All eyes turned to the elderly man sitting in the VIP section.

Jiang Yunshan.

These final 10 votes will determine the fate of two teams and ten players!

Is it the splendor of a prosperous Chang'an, or the tragic heroism of an actor saving the country?

Old Jiang slowly picked up the microphone, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Ziming and Lin Zhixing.

"This vote..."

"I want to vote for..."