Chapter 118: At This Moment, the Stage Is Focused on You

In fact, Chen Fang was not the only one who thought of utilizing the stage screen. After all, during the previous auditions, Chen Fang had already demonstrated its use to other contestants. No one is a fool. If you can use it, so can I.

The two groups that performed before also made use of the large stage screen, but their results were mediocre. This is understandable. They had already spent a massive amount of time composing their songs, so naturally, there was not enough time left to conceive and produce background visuals.

This is the advantage of having a system! Chen Fang could directly spend money to buy songs from the system and then spend the time during vocal rehearsals preparing the production of the stage background visuals. This factor alone gave Chen Fang an overwhelming advantage. Because of this, Chen Fang had enough time to craft these visuals, ensuring they were in perfect harmony with the mood and imagery of the song.

"These visuals are stunning."
"Is this a concert? It’s like watching an opera."
"Damn, I’d give this atmosphere a perfect score."
"Honestly, if Chen Fang weren’t a singer, he’d be an incredible video editor and content creator."
"He definitely deserves a spot among the top creators."
"Master-level visual production."

The audience was simple. They only felt that the song was catchy and the visuals were atmospheric. In the eyes of every audience member, there was a clarity untainted by formal music theory. It was visually immersive!

But the most important element remained Wang Situ’s voice. Through these days of practice and Chen Fang’s guidance, she had fully mastered the emotional shifts and vocal techniques of the song, even making appropriate improvements based on his advice. Wang Situ could be Linghua, but she was also Wang Situ—the one and only Wang Situ!

In the hospital, hearing his daughter’s singing, Wang Jiawei’s emotions grew increasingly agitated. Under the influence of this intense emotion, his speech became significantly clearer: "My daughter is the best!"

"Did you hear that? My daughter sings so well, much better than I did back in the day."

At this moment, Wang Jiawei’s voice was resonant and powerful, without a hint of hesitation. In the ward, the other patients and their families did not contradict him; the young girl really did sing well, and that raspy, "smoker’s voice" was quite unique.

"Big brother, was your daughter born with that raspy voice?"
"It sounds good, but smoking is bad for the health."

The people in the ward meant no harm; they were just offering well-intentioned advice. After all, for a young girl to sound like she had been smoking for a dozen years was truly unusual.

A flash of pain crossed Wang Jiawei’s eyes, but he struggled to speak: "No, my daughter’s voice used to be sweet when she was little. She just fell ill with a severe sickness, and since I didn't have the money to treat her, her voice ended up like this."

So that was it! They were all suffering souls. There is only one kind of sickness in the world: the sickness of poverty. Seeing Wang Jiawei’s self-reproachful expression, the nurse spoke up to comfort him: "Actually, isn't a voice like this more distinctive? There are so many female singers in the entertainment industry today; you need your own signature style to stand out."

"That’s true, the young lady is right."
"Brother, your daughter will definitely become a star."
"Once she makes it big, your medical bills will be covered."

The others chimed in. Wang Jiawei’s eyes filled with tears. For the first time, he felt the warmth of humanity. When he was at his peak, entertainment companies treated him like a grandfather, and fans idolized him like a god. Later, after he stepped back from the limelight to get married and tried to make a comeback, he tasted the coldness of human nature. To the company, he was just a tool for making money; to the fans, he was merely a temporary idol.

Truth be told, Wang Jiawei did not blame his former company. They were businesses meant to make money, so it was reasonable to discard artists who weren't profitable. However, Wang Jiawei felt deeply sorry for his daughter. He hadn't given Wang Situ a good childhood, nor had he provided her with enough fatherly love. After he lost his ability to earn a living, Wang Situ, then only a teenager, had dropped out of school to work and had struggled until now.

"Thank you, everyone."
"I have failed my daughter."
"I have been a burden to her!"

Wang Jiawei, a man in his forties, wept like a child. Seeing this, the others began to offer words of comfort. In truth, the patients in the ward all had similar thoughts to Wang Jiawei to varying degrees. Their illnesses wouldn't improve anytime soon, perhaps never, yet they couldn't just die, so they were forced to linger on. And lingering on meant holding their families back, because staying there required money every single day.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward became heavy and oppressive. The nurse sighed; not knowing what else to say, she turned up the volume on the television. "Everyone, let's just listen to the music."

Back at the venue, the real climax was just about to arrive! The preceding sections were merely the setup. Wang Situ’s emotions had not yet reached their peak. One must know that on Earth, this song was regarded as one of the most infectious, with many even turning animals into memes featuring the lyrics! Of course, the most classic line remains: "Give me the microphone, I can sing."

As the line "Resonating with the beautiful sounds of nature" fell, the entire song reached its apex. Wang Situ adjusted her breathing. Her voice leaned toward the raspy, so to sing the high notes of the climax with brilliance and inspiration, she couldn't rely solely on abdominal air projection. The melody dipped slightly, but in the next second, the duet between Chen Fang and Wang Situ became deafening, reaching every member of the audience.

"The Wumeng Mountains connect to the mountains beyond,
The moonlight of the mountains spills over the Echoing Water Shoal.
Can anyone tell me,
Is this the heavens calling out to you?
Climbing over a mountain, crossing a river,
Through thousands of mountains and rivers, never feeling lonely.
You came, and your youth became a legend,
The hundred-mile azaleas never wither."

In an instant, it felt as if everyone’s eardrums had been struck hard by a giant drum. Wang Situ’s full-bodied voice actually eclipsed the natural raspiness of her tone, delivering a powerful, impactful surge. This was the true climax of the song.

Of course, Chen Fang kept his voice low. Although it was a duet, he played his role as a supporting act from start to finish, leaving plenty of room for Wang Situ to perform. The drum kit became more intense as well. At this moment, everyone felt the heroic spirit emanating from a woman. This created a stark contrast with the traditional perception of female fragility, yet somehow, it felt exceptionally reasonable when applied to Wang Situ.

There was no helping it! Wang Situ was just too imposing. When a woman’s height exceeds the norm, the visual sense of oppression is much stronger than that of a man.

One note after another! Wang Situ’s voice continued to climb. To be honest, even Chen Fang was a little worried. If Wang Situ pushed too hard and ended up losing her voice, it would be a disaster. Fortunately, Wang Situ successfully commanded the song.

Heroic! Passionate! Spirited! Any positive, inspiring adjective felt fitting for Wang Situ at this moment. Of course, the most important thing was that the lyrics were catchy enough. Undoubtedly, this was another song perfectly suited for a concert. How magnificent it would be when tens of thousands of fans sang along to "Wumeng Mountains connect to the mountains beyond the mountains"!