Ling Qianhe stepped onto the stage and took the microphone.
He began his opening remarks for the performance.
He always performed perfectly, and this time was no exception.
A radiant and spirited youth, like the brightest star in the sky.
Lin Mucí sat with her assigned teammates.
The others occasionally glanced at her, their gazes a complex mix of fear and anticipation.
Although Lin Mucí had a notorious reputation, she was the most well-known.
In their group, everyone else was an unknown, a complete nobody.
Lin Mucí was the only one among the ninety-nine girls to receive an S card.
Everyone was waiting to be carried to victory by her.
Lin Mucí herself remained remarkably calm.
The song assigned to her group was very difficult, a theme song from a film, so she had made some adaptations.
She needed to dance, lead the team, and be the main vocalist.
The young girls in the team.
Initially, they had a neutral impression of Lin Mucí, but after a few days of practicing together, their views changed.
She was undoubtedly a top-tier performer.
Her performances were impeccable, and she never complained, no matter how hard or tiring it was, only working with everyone to polish the stage.
She could also point out each person's flaws, enabling everyone to improve rapidly in a short time, making leaps and bounds.
Where else could they find such a divine figure who could elevate their overall stage effect to the best it could be?
And she was the youngest in the entire team!
And now, everyone turned their heads to look at her.
She wore butterfly eye makeup, her overall makeup appearing clear yet exuding an ethereal aura, truly like a fairy.
Yang Weiyang sat beside Lin Mucí and called out to her softly.
"Xiao Ci, I'm scared."
"There are so many people out there!"
Lin Mucí curved her lips.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Just imagine everyone out there is a big turnip."
Yang Weiyang let out a giggle. Lin Mucí reached out and gently ruffled Yang Weiyang's hair.
"Don't be afraid. You're so beautiful, everyone will like you."
An assistant came in and told them to prepare to go on stage.
Lin Mucí nodded and said,
"I will ensure everyone advances to the next round."
In this round, only forty-nine out of the ninety-nine girls would make it to the next stage.
The audience's votes were crucial, with the top-ranked group receiving a bonus of one hundred thousand votes.
Lin Mucí stood on stage, the spotlight fixed on her. She should have been nervous, but the moment she opened her mouth, her steadiness was astonishing. Her first line captivated everyone.
The wind gently blew away.
Heaven and earth parted.
Separated by ten thousand fathoms.
The entire audience was stunned! She was singing this song!
And Lin Mucí was the main vocalist.
The audience members below actually didn't want to vote for her; before coming, they had all said it would be best to see her eliminated.
But the moment she sang, an inexplicable emotion suddenly permeated the entire stage.
The young girl seemed like a fairy who had fallen from the heavens.
A sorrow so profound rippled through the air.
Those who had intended to curse her fell silent.
Everyone stared blankly at her face. As she reached the part about never forgetting each other for a thousand or ten thousand years, her figure descended from the stage, and everyone gasped, fearing she might have an accident.
But she was met with a side somersault!
The entire venue erupted! The girl was like a falling leaf, a butterfly, her light turn seamlessly connected to a perfect high note, leaving all the audience members with their mouths agape.
White silk fluttered, and as mist billowed in, in that instant, no one could discern whether it was a dream or reality.
How could she.
Be this beautiful?
Yet, even so, her pitch did not waver in the slightest, and the emotions washed over the audience like waves, cresting one after another.
For some reason, some audience members began to cry.
If one had never loved someone.
How could they understand such sorrow?
They hadn't wanted to cry.
But.
Everyone in the audience couldn't hold back anymore.
"She's so, so amazing!"
"Is this girl even human?"
"She must be a goddess!"
In the first row of the audience, a devoted fan of Ling Qianhe, tears streaming down her face, asked the person next to her.
"What do we do? Do we still boycott her?"
"She's really, so moving."
"Wuwuwu, how can Lin Mucí be this strong!"
The young girl beside her was also a fan of Ling Qianhe and the group leader. At this moment, she gritted her teeth and said.
"No more boycotting, what's there to boycott!"
"When we follow celebrities, aren't we chasing their professional ability?"
"Lin Mucí's strength is so immense, she sings so well, and her performance touched us so deeply. If we don't vote for her, are we worthy of our conscience as fans?"
"Vote for her!"
"Send her to the top spot!"
Such conversations were happening in every corner of the venue.
By the end of the song, Lin Mucí looked up at the camera. The big screen gave her a close-up. A tear, about to fall but not yet falling, made everyone's heart tremble.
So beautiful. A butterfly ultimately falling, its wings broken.
Her eyelashes trembled, and the audience felt their hearts shatter!
In an instant, they began to reflect. Had they been too harsh in criticizing her before?
Lin Mucí's professional ability.
She wasn't human; she was a goddess!
After Lin Mucí left the stage, sobs and the sound of button presses could be heard everywhere. After an unknown amount of time, the audience reluctantly dispersed.
Lin Mucí stood in the corridor, awaiting the announcement of the scores.
Ling Qianhe stood in the television's main control room, watching the large screen.
Lin Mucí.
Nine hundred and seventy-six points.
She had the highest score in the entire venue!