Chapter 260: I’ve Actually Been Craving Your Body For A Long Time
Shen Yutong’s emotions gradually built up, thoroughly sublimating in the chorus section.
“One inch of soil, one year of wood, one flower, one tree, one greed
Love is a kind of affection blooming on the wrong path.”
Her pitch suddenly rose high and passionate, emotions bursting forth, her singing filled with strength and a heavy sense of destiny.
No longer a soft murmur, but like peach blossoms blooming all over the valley at once, layer upon layer advancing.
She invested her own emotions into it, as if recounting a persistent love that spans reincarnation.
That pious wish, repeated across several eras, struck the soft spot in every listener’s heart regarding regret and perseverance.
Now it’s clear why she likes Peach Blossom Promise so much; giving this song to her is like Precious Sword to hero, perfect performance level.
It was fine not listening, but after hearing it, the civilian contestants waiting in the wings panicked even more; she seems to be here to abuse vegetables—who can follow that?
This level of singing, even Meng Han and others must take seriously; if careless, they might really be outdone.
Being outdone by the guest invited to warm up the crowd would be too embarrassing…
Yu Wei didn’t feel much; it’s his song, so what shame is there? The better Shen Yutong sings, the happier he is; only someone who truly loves music won’t let an excellent work gather dust.
If Qi Yuan really took this song for a careless collaboration with a bad drama, that would be truly Wasting precious resources.
“All positive reviews.”
Qi Luo An was watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone; during Shen Yutong’s singing, the screen was full of bullet comments saying Heng He Heng Bao Le—truly a huge hit.
This song’s AI version is good, but it does have shortcomings; Shen Yutong not only supplemented them but also infused her own emotions, creating an astonishingly good effect.
Yu Wei felt that even if he went up, he might not sing as well as her; after all, this song is inherently in the female voice comfort zone.
Heng He Heng Bao Le is the latest internet scoring grade; from high to low: Heng Bao Le, Top Tier, Superior Person, NPC, la.
In specific cases, the highest grade Heng Bao Le or lowest grade la wan le appears, achieving visualization of the scoring system.
Wei Yu’s scoring system is even outdated…
Shen Yutong’s singing has solid technique, beautiful voice, rich emotions—without a doubt, Heng Bao Le.
Though she rarely does marketing, her repeated stage performances truly attract fans; persisting on her path will surely make her a Singer of her generation.
The song ended, the melody fading; Shen Yutong’s final drawn-out ending note lingered like wisps of smoke, unwilling to disperse.
Lights came up; she smiled and bowed in thanks, but the on-site remained briefly silent as people were still immersed in that desolate mood.
Seconds later, thunderous applause erupted, mixed with heartfelt admiration from the audience, perfectly concluding Peach Blossom Promise.
The second warm-up was Tong Yulu; her song choice was decent, but her Singing Skill was average overall—NPC.
“Sister Lu is afraid Shen Yutong gave too much pressure, so she came to give everyone confidence—hurry and thank Sister Lu?”
Though Yu Wei was joking, Tong Yulu did take the first wave of damage; the civilian contestants afterward would feel less pressure on stage.
After their warm-ups, the Blind Box Close Friend Performance segment officially began; Lin Puyan and his Partner were first.
His partner was none other than that little reader who fanned the flames; though Lin Puyan scolded him several times during rehearsal, his Singing Skill was indeed the best among the group.
Before going on stage, Yu Wei clearly saw Lin Puyan’s pocket bulging—obviously hiding some secret weapon.
Stage lights dimmed, leaving only two spotlights illuminating a Wooden Guitar; behind them, the big screen slowly displayed the Song Title: Return Journey.
This was Lin Puyan’s breakout hit, a song full of nostalgia; even non-fans in the audience should have heard it.
Guitar intro began, clear as flowing water. Harmonica joined next, like a night breeze gently brushing over the hearts of tens of thousands on-site.
As soon as he opened his mouth, that slightly husky voice captured everyone’s ears—familiar, still the taste of back then.
Lin Puyan’s singing bore traces Polished by Years, yet retained a clear essence; each word like memory fragments dredged from the depths of life, sparkling under the stage lights.
So strong…
Senior Lin’s personality is a bit quirky, but his singing standard is undeniable; last concert, his deep Folk Song didn’t suit the stage, but this stage is freer, letting him go all out.
Song entered the second verse, rhythm slightly quickening; Blind Box Close Friend connected perfectly—though Singing Skill was clearly inferior, overall Impression remained excellent.
Hearing the young, green voice, the audience felt like the carefree young Lin Puyan who first sang Return Journey had returned.
Lin Puyan on stage opened again; this sense of time overlapping yet things and people changed was performed to the hilt, this illusion of looking back making the whole song fuller.
Hearing this, Yu Wei could already give it Heng Bao Le; Lin Puyan was clearly aiming to take him down this time, performing especially seriously and even re-orchestrating his old song.
But it wasn’t over; midway through the song, Lin Puyan set down the guitar and pulled out his secret weapon from his pocket—a harmonica.
Don’t underestimate the boost a harmonica gives to a Folk Song; next second, a clear yet slightly husky harmonica melody arose leisurely, like a distant breeze—instantly the finishing touch of the whole song.
Unlike the grandeur of a symphony, it added a unique poetic filter to the entire Work with its distinct personality.
That brief few dozen-second performance felt like the emotional anchor of the whole music story, gathering and settling all drifting emotions into a satisfied sigh in listeners’ hearts.
Lin Puyan’s Understanding of Folk Song is too profound; one harmonica pushed the Performance further—truly a Divine Move.
Without a Doubt, he is a true Master.
“Don’t feel pressure; my sword is no less sharp.”
Qi Luo An patted her chest; Yu Wei feared no one—she slightly suppressed the opponent’s Partner; no knowing how this combo could lose.
“I’m only panicking because of you.”
“?”
Qi Luo An wasn’t happy about this. Looking down on her, huh? When she started singing, Yu Wei was still playing in the mud in every nook and cranny.
Today, she had to show him what she could do.
Seeing Qi Luo An full of fighting spirit, Yu Wei knew he had bet correctly. Sure enough, to deal with rebels, you had to say the opposite.
You absolutely must not deliver a god-level performance and carry the whole stage…
In the final segment, Lin Puyan’s singing returned to simplicity. His voice was nearly a murmur, yet every word was clear, striking straight to the heart.
Yu Wei was fine, but Su Xinnan, who followed, was under immense pressure.
She actually knew about Meng Han and Lin Puyan cooperating. Lin Puyan was mainly attacking the upper half’s duet, while Meng Han handled the lower half.
But by coincidence, she followed Lin Puyan in the upper half and Meng Han in the lower half. Immortal fight every time pulling her out as cannon fodder, is this even human…
Su Xinnan had no other method, so she could only take her guest silently onto the stage. These two Old Dengs just knew how to bully laymen, but they behaved after Yu Wei dealt with them.
Go for it, Yu Wei. Whether sis can borrow your power depends on you!
She chose a warm song “Letter,” which didn’t require high singing skill, so the performance was decent. At least in impression, there wasn’t such a big gap.
The program team carefully designed this performance. No flashy backup dancers, just a few beams of warm light and a prop of an old-fashioned mailbox, symbolizing the imagery of the “unposted letter” in the song.
Her voice wasn’t as perfect as a singer’s, but it carried the narrative sense and emotional tension unique to an actor.
Technical shortcomings were compensated by emotional authenticity. This song could be rated superior person. At least the on-site audience was deeply moved.
“It’s almost our turn.”
Watching Meng Han go on stage, Yu Wei and Qi Luo An also began preparations before going on stage. A song’s stage was five or six minutes, so their time was limited.
“How does my performance costume look? Any wrinkles?”
Qi Luo An really liked this performance costume. Though it didn’t match her rebellious style, their clothes were in a unified style, looking like couple outfits at first glance.
Because “Beautiful Myth” was a grand and gentle song, the program team’s arranged performance costumes were very grand, incorporating some Chinese designs.
Qi Luo An wore a moonlight white silk long dress, with the hem smudged in varying shades of gray ink patterns, like an impressionist painting of misty rainy Jiangnan.
Yu Wei’s white suit had gray embroidery on the lapel as well.
“It looks great. Come, let’s take a photo.”
Without caring if Qi Luo An was willing, he leaned in close, snapped quickly, and took a somewhat casual photo.
“I haven’t posed properly yet. Delete it and take another.”
“Just keep it as a memento.”
As the two tugged and pulled, it even looked like they were fighting over the mobile phone. The backstage crowd watching felt somewhat complicated emotions.
Still showing affection here? Two minutes until going on stage!
According to the plan, Meng Han indeed didn’t exert much effort in the upper half. Lin Puyan’s “Return Journey” performance was already top tier, which should be able to hold off Yu Wei single-handedly.
He just needed to conserve strength and strike in the lower half.
The song was mediocre overall, but the civilian bassist left a deep impression on Yu Wei, comprehensively top tier.
Yu Wei could naturally see through their scheme. He didn’t know about others, but he was familiar with Meng Han. Singing like this was obviously holding back.
One wins the upper half, one wins the lower half. Wanting to double win, huh? That’s like studying military strategy instead of music.
Voices from the staff in the corridor urged them to prepare to go on stage. Cheers from the stage surged faintly like waves.
Yu Wei looked at Qi Luo An and suddenly felt he still owed her a nice line. Though everything was unspoken, he couldn’t really leave it unsaid.
Many people are allergic to romance, but recalling those slightly contrived moments still brings a knowing smile. No one regrets them.
“If I keep failing, will you keep watching?”
Outside the door, the audience’s cheers grew louder, like waves cheering them on. Qi Luo An was stunned for a moment, not expecting him to bring this up now.
This had once been a joke between them. Qi Luo An saw the message and didn’t dare reply for three days, yet he still remembered.
She looked at Yu Wei, astonishment mixed with an utterly clear smile. Even those allergic to romance look forward to it—awkward, unforgettable, and enjoyable.
“My mom told me to have reverence for the stage. After singing this song, I’ll tell you the answer. Now, let’s first fulfill our promise to the audience.”
Qi Luo An seized his hand and stepped lightly toward the stage lit up for them.
Her answer was self-evident.
“Usually in novels, those who set this kind of flag don’t live to see the performance end.”
Yu Wei could be a buzzkill. This was on par with getting married right after returning from battle. Better say any last words quickly.
“Alright then.”
Qi Luo An turned back, stunned for a moment. Thinking carefully, it seemed right. “Actually, I’ve been craving your body for a long time.”
Uh… say something everyone doesn’t know?
