CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol

Chapter 245 - 238: Battle of the Twin Purples

Three days ago.

Fu Xiaoyu and the other three girls were sitting in the practice room, staring at the chosen song.

"We need to perform this like it’s a concert," Fu Xiaoyu encouraged the group.

"Yes!" Qi Ziyue and Luo Qijia responded enthusiastically beside her.

Zhang Zijing, however, seemed a bit dazed, quietly watching them.

"We’ll be singing this on a stage that commands the attention of thousands, with the audience going wild for us, cheering and chanting!" Fu Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up, her excitement evident through her animated gestures.

At this moment, Zhang Zijing began to feel the vibe. What Xiaoyu was saying was exactly what she had always longed for!

Qi Ziyue and Luo Qijia laughed heartily—they weren’t exactly acting ladylike.

"I think we can do it. We’ve got this," Zhang Zijing said confidently, boosting morale.

"Yes, we absolutely can!" Fu Xiaoyu held out her hand.

The other three girls reached out their hands as well. Four hands filled with strength and determination grasped together, four hearts yearning for a bright future colliding in unity.

On stage, the setup was rich in sci-fi vibes. Red laser beams, reminiscent of cosmic rays, filled the entire space.

Dressed in black, punk-style trench coats, the four girls stood among a backdrop of metal wire fences, worn-out wooden crates, and discarded tires smeared with oil, as if they had just emerged from a post-apocalyptic world.

A side-angle shot focused on Qi Ziyue. Her face, vividly beautiful like peach blossoms, stood out starkly against the "post-apocalyptic" backdrop, creating a dramatic contrast of striking beauty.

Next, the camera swiftly zoomed in from above. Luo Qijia, sitting casually but boldly on a tire, entered the frame. She twisted her neck slightly, revealing a mischievous smile tinged with "raw ferocity."

Thundering heavy-metal music began to play. As the camera quickly pulled back, Zhang Zijing and Fu Xiaoyu appeared on massive projection screens behind them.

The camera work was so meticulously executed that it looked less like a performance on a music stage and more like scenes straight out of a movie, dense with layers and aesthetics.

The visuals synced so seamlessly with the rhythm of the music that it felt as though the camera itself was dancing to the beat.

At the same time, the costumes and innate charisma of Fu Xiaoyu and the other three perfectly conveyed the three-second visual language to the audience.

In the waiting room, the other trainees couldn’t help but feel impressed. Their entrance was just too cool—it felt like watching a cinematic blockbuster.

Stormy skies

Reflected in your gaze

Roaring lightning

Foretelling your eternal glory

...

Fu Xiaoyu’s voice was deep, husky, like a haunting call from an ancient space-time.

The moment she sang, the mood of the entire song locked into place.

No one had anticipated that this girl, who had barely had any spotlight after her first-seat debut, possessed such a strong voice and skill.

Fu Xiaoyu’s voice was especially suited for heavy Nordic-style rock.

Zhang Zijing picked up the mic, surrounded by a slightly aged blue spotlight that resembled a night sky imbued with moonlight falling to the earth.

The ruins spread like battlefield remnants

My eyes radiating cold sharpness

I fear nothing

Because everything has already been destroyed

As soon as these lyrics left Zhang Zijing’s mouth, the fans in the audience, who had been slow to react, erupted into cheers like tidal waves.

The crowd collectively felt that this was an absolutely phenomenal stage.

Standing in front of a rusted metal wire fence, Qi Ziyue’s mic was the kind fixed onto a stand.

This was an intentional choice for the song.

The setup gave Qi Ziyue the vibe of singing in an older era, as though transported to a bygone age.

Her features were stunningly alluring, with her eyes always carrying an unintentional sensual charm.

However, when she adopted a cool demeanor, she transformed into an icy beauty.

Her looks were ranked among the top five in the base camp.

Let me witness the upheaval of the world

I’ve already forgotten where I was yesterday

I miss the one who lied to me

Miss those deceiving eyes

Despite being an actress by training, Qi Ziyue proved she was more than competent at singing.

Her voice was captivating, capable of drawing listeners into her vocal performance.

With a serious expression and a gaze fixed in the distance as if searching through a forsaken world, Luo Qijia stepped forward.

She and Qi Ziyue began a duet section.

Their voices complemented each other, both slightly husky, carrying an air of weathered sophistication.

Mocking

This world now turned into nothingness

Let my unbridled "mockery"

Let our unfettered "mockery"

This was the most challenging and pivotal part of the entire song.

Qi Ziyue sang this segment an octave lower than the original track.

Though the atmosphere of the song remained intact, it felt as though all the pressure had been bottled up, yearning for release, but the follow-through lacked punch.

Still, there wasn’t much that could be done about this—talent has its limits! Comparing her to the USA’s little pop diva was simply impossible.

Next came Fu Xiaoyu singing this line. Her pitch was elevated by a degree compared to Qi Ziyue’s, bringing more force and raw emotion to the delivery.

In the same thunderstorm

I found myself entangled in the web you wove

Back then, I didn’t understand

And believed in it all

One phrase within these two bars required a highly technical pitch shift. Luo Qijia performed admirably, opting to sing lower but pulling it off successfully.

This performance as a group mirrored the previous singing round—there were none of the classic girl-group dance routines. Essentially, it was standing stationary while singing.

The song’s difficulty was overwhelming; achieving this level of delivery was an unexpected surprise. Forcing dance moves into it would have ruined the stage.

The so-called combination of singing and dancing usually applies to songs of lesser complexity. Songs exceeding the C3 level of difficulty, if sung and danced well simultaneously, would require superhuman ability.

Qi Ziyue began her second solo verse.

Other than one recurring line, the lyrics of this song were entirely different throughout.

Now it was Zhang Zijing’s turn for her solo. Her ten years of training in traditional folk music undeniably elevated her performance.

She sang this phrase without lowering the key and delivered it flawlessly—her enunciation crisp and clear.

If this song had a soul, Zhang Zijing might well have breathed life into it.

The audience couldn’t help but sing along.

Moreover, her breath control was remarkable, allowing her to vary the pitch twice on the tail end of her line.

Then the four girls began an ensemble piece, with Zhang Zijing’s timbre standing out the most, completely overshadowing the other three.

Luo Qijia’s voice became hardly discernible, melting down to a mere backup harmony role.

In the final chorus, the four seemed to pour their very souls into their singing.

Powerful voices roared across the stage like a catapult releasing its payload.

As the music stopped, scattered shouts for "Zhang Zijing" echoed from the audience.

The number of voices wasn’t large, but they were clear and unmistakable.

This left Zhang Zijing thoroughly surprised; she hadn’t expected actual fans to show up.

In the past, during her comings and goings, she had never encountered even one fan waiting to catch a glimpse.

Watching Meng Meixuan and others receive gifts from fans every day had left her envious beyond words.

Yet here she was today, with fans of her own.

"Amazing! You call yourselves laid-back, but you’re clearly dark and edgy!" Tian Jiaxuan walked up on stage, playfully teasing the girls.

In reality, Tian Jiaxuan had helped choreograph and train this group for their performance.

"Could you reintroduce yourselves one more time?" Tian Jiaxuan asked with a smile.

Zhang Zijing lifted the mic: "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Zijing. Tonight, I’ll be your brooding boyfriend."

As soon as these words left her lips, many girls in the audience who favored the idea of unconventional love affairs burst into screaming cheers.

Indeed, Zhang Zijing had undeniable appeal for this type of demographic.

During the previous round, Wu Youxuan had left her a letter tinged with regret.

However, after finishing her words, Zhang Zijing experienced a burst of goosebumps all over her body.