"The championship is definitely Jiang Siming's! My new idol is incredible!" — Wang Wen, netizen
"Heh, Jiang Siming is just a newcomer. He only wrote a few new songs." — Qian Nian Jisi, netizen
"If Brother Huan doesn't win this season's Singer championship, I'll livestream myself eating shit!" — Pagani's Son of the Wind, netizen
"If Brother Huan doesn't win the championship, I'll livestream myself licking five electric fans—the kind hanging from the ceiling!" — Jiang Moxie, netizen
"I'll second that. I'll keep it simple: if Brother Huan doesn't win, I'll livestream myself licking a meat grinder." — Dead Water, netizen
Arguments over who would win the championship broke out everywhere.
As a towering figure in the Chinese music scene, Brother Huan naturally had the most supporters.
But no matter how much everyone argued, it was useless. They still had to wait until the day of the finals for the result.
The day of the finals arrived.
West Lake Stadium saw its peak crowd.
It was drizzling that day, but the fans still came to the stadium carrying umbrellas and wearing raincoats.
Even though they could not get inside at all, they would be satisfied as long as they could catch a glimpse of their favorite idol outside.
Whenever a singer held a concert, there were basically no fewer people outside than inside.
Especially for famous singers, there were always more people unable to buy tickets than there were spectators inside.
Besides, they could still hear their idol's singing from outside.
That afternoon, the buses carrying the singers appeared outside the stadium. The moment they showed up, the crowd erupted.
The buses could have taken the staff entrance, but the station had noticed how many fans had come outside. To accommodate them, they had specially arranged for the buses to