Song Dao stepped forward, casually reached into the box, and pulled out a blue slip of paper folded into a heart. He held it up for the cameras.
"Who folded this? Pretty skillful," he muttered under his breath.
The crowd below laughed.
Zhao Qi wore a polite smile, but inwardly he was thinking: This guy is such an asshole. He's way too good at showing off!
The earlier stuff was one thing, but writing to a set prompt wasn't so easy. If you've got what it takes, write another song in ten minutes!
Song Dao unfolded the paper before the camera. A jib camera positioned high above zoomed in on its contents for a close-up.
Song Dao looked at Zhu Shao. "Director, should I read it?"
Zhu Shao said, "You can."
After seeing what was written on it, Song Dao frowned slightly. He seemed somewhat taken aback, and his expression turned grave.
Another camera angle captured the change in his expression perfectly.
Xue Lin, seated below, grew tense as well, looking as though she barely dared to breathe.
Zhong Yutong clasped her hands together, seemingly praying for Song Dao.
Zhao Qi maintained his polite smile.
But inwardly, he was laughing wildly: Hahahaha, serves you right for acting all high and mighty. Stumped now, aren't you?
In his eyes, it had to be an extremely difficult prompt!
The mentors, meanwhile, remained calm.
Song Dao fell silent for a moment before softly reading aloud, "Hello, dear friend. My name is Lilac, and that's also my online name. My friends all make fun of it for being old-fashioned, but I really do love lilac flowers.
"I'm twenty-two this year, a junior in college, and also a terminal cancer patient. I really love Best Songwriter."
The smiles disappeared from everyone's faces below.
At that