âWhoâs this singing? Not bad at all.â
âI donât know who it is, didnât pay attention. But this song is really good, the melody is super beautiful, and the lyrics arenât bad either. I like it.â
âItâs okay, not as good as our Yan Hongâs songs though, just passable.â
âTsk, if youâre going to compare, thereâs no contest. Everyone has a different style, one is all about powerful singing and dancing, and the other is just singing, how can they be the same?â
The only person who spoke the truth was immediately attacked by a group of fans.
âHow are they different? Theyâre both singing, isnât she singing a song? Is it wrong now that Yan Hong can dance?â
âExactly. Itâs ridiculous. Could it be that youâre a fan of that woman, deliberately bad-mouthing our idol?â
âI hate artists whose fans lack quality the most, like rabid dogs, picking on anyone they find. I just donât get it. By trashing others, can your idol become famous overnight? Hah!â
âIâm not anyoneâs fan!â His explanation was drowned out by a chorus of derision.
In the end, the boy who had told the truth was forced to shut his mouth by the crowd.
But compared to other singers, the start of Rong Yanâs performance in an arena of tens of thousands did feel decidedly lukewarm.
Estelle backstage, seeing the audienceâs reaction, was anxious but helpless!
Reality is cruel, itâs not that the song isnât good, nor is it that Rong Yan didnât sing well. From the start, Rong Yanâs performance was top-notch, but fame was just not on her side!
Itâs like how many restaurants have resident singers, who sometimes sing their hearts out on stage, delivering a perfect performance, but the audience continues eating their meals, showing no appreciation for an unknown artist. Even if some do, they are a very small minority, almost negligible.
Gradually, those peopleâs dreams are worn down by reality.
She was afraid that this setback would affect Rong Yan.
After all, it was a stage that had been prepared with great care, and the result was far from satisfactory.
Rong Yan on stage was still fine; she closed her eyes, immersing herself completely in the music.
âIn the depths of the woods, I see deer; in the blueness of the sea, I see whales; upon waking from dreams, I see you;
But:
In the depths of the woods, fog rises; in the blueness of the sea, waves surge; when dreams continue after waking, no deer are seen, no whales; nor you.â
Qi Yue sang harmony for her, a whispering female voice overlapping, very pleasant and melodious.
But the tens of thousands in the arena had a sparse reaction, with more people chatting and doing their own things.
For a singer, thereâs probably nothing more disheartening than this.
Qi Yue, from being full of anticipation at the start, couldnât help feeling upset as time went on.
She had been mentally prepared, but the song was truly amazing, really fantastic. Rong Yan performed it so well, capturing the essence of the song perfectly, truly understanding it. But the result wasâ¦
Li Shengxiaoâs gaze was firmly fixed on the fairy-like woman on stage, unwavering as if to etch her into the depths of his eyes.
The sharp lines of his handsome face seemed to soften.
In the middle of the chorus, a sudden fog flashed on stage.
Suddenly, a familiar yet unfamiliar male voice broke in, âBut the deer comes trotting through the fog, and the whale rises with the wave, you never looked back, how would you know I was here?â
That voice isâ¦
A stir went through the arena of tens of thousands.
Many girlsâ eyes reddened, unable to hide their excitement, as they began shouting the name of one person