Why is it so hard to keep a low profile?

"Heh." Lin Mu sneered and asked, "What did Feng Bingbing say?"

Hao Jian scoffed, "She's such a big star, how could she possibly pay attention to him?"

Lin Mu said no more. After watching Wu Tian from afar for a while, he turned his head and sat quietly.

Suddenly, Hao Jian felt a chill emanating from Lin Mu and found it awkward to speak. He sheepishly sat down to the side.

More than ten minutes later, a staff member came in to inform the contestants that the competition was about to begin.

After drawing new number plates, contestants began to take the stage one after another.

Lin Mu drew number 56 this time, which was quite late. He sat quietly, not interacting with anyone.

A while later, it was Wu Tian's turn. He stood up, shook his trench coat, and his BGM seemed to play again.

All eyes turned to this favorite to win the championship.

Chi Yuting sensibly stood up with him, like a shy girlfriend, and saw Wu Tian all the way to the door, as if the two had just confirmed their relationship.

More than ten minutes later, Wu Tian returned to the waiting room, and everyone crowded around to ask him questions.

Wu Tian smiled faintly, "Four lights lit up."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"As expected of Emperor Wu Tian, he suppresses the four seas and eight desolate regions!"

There was a chorus of flattery around him.

Hao Jian sidled up and asked with a chuckle, "Brother Wu, did Mentor Feng talk to you today?"

Wu Tian's expression froze, and he forced a smile, "Of course, Bingbing Mentor values me highly."

"To get the support of Teacher Feng Bingbing, your future is limitless!"

"Whoa, you're already calling her Bingbing? Brother Wu is awesome!"

Chi Yuting, standing nearby, had an unpleasant expression but could only force a smile and join in the flattery.

Hao Jian retreated and sat back down next to Lin Mu, chuckling, "This idiot is bragging. Looking at him, Feng Bingbing definitely ignored him."

Lin Mu glanced at him. The guy's heart suddenly clenched, and he quickly sat to the side, not daring to make a sound.

Soon, Chi Yuting also took the stage. However, judging by her slightly red eyes after returning and how she practically stuck to Wu Tian, her competition results were likely not good.

As it approached noon, it was finally Lin Mu's turn.

Zisu swayed her hips as she entered the waiting room and called out in a sweet voice:

"Number 56, Dawei Tianlong."

Lin Mu quietly stood up. Most of the contestants had already performed by now, and this round was basically decided. The atmosphere was no longer as tense, and the contestants were chatting.

No one noticed Lin Mu standing up in the corner.

"Go, brother!!"

At this moment, Hao Jian next to him suddenly roared, drawing everyone's attention.

Chi Haiyuan, who had been fishing, also turned his head and immediately saw Lin Mu standing up.

Her eyes instantly went blank, her bright red lips parted wide, and she stared blankly at Lin Mu.

Lin Mu looked at Hao Jian, who was still waving at him: "Go for it!"

Lin Mu couldn't be bothered with him anymore and walked towards the waiting room door under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes.

As he passed Chi Yuting, her mouth was still hanging open, as if she had a thick cucumber stuffed in it.

Zisu grinned and extended her palm towards Lin Mu, "Good luck, little brother."

Lin Mu ignored her and walked straight out of the waiting room.

"Wow, little brother is so handsome and cool, amazing!" Zisu watched his retreating back, completely smitten.

Lin Mu was a little annoyed. He just wanted to be low-key, why was it so difficult?!

He walked expressionlessly through the backstage and onto the stage.

"The next contestant to take the stage is Dawei Tianlong, and today he will once again present an original song: Song to Myself."

At this moment, Li Lan, who had just finished her introduction in front of the curtain, gracefully stepped off the stage, ceding all attention to Lin Mu.

On the judges' panel, Zhang Zheng and Wang Xinzhe unconsciously sat up straighter.

"Yo, Brother Long is here."

"What style is his song today?"

The two old men had a good impression of Dawei Tianlong after his previous song, Hill.

Feng Bingbing remained silent, her lips pressed together, her eyes fixed intently on the curtain on the stage, like a little tigress who had spotted her prey.

Seeing Junior Feng's adorable appearance, Lin Mu's mood instantly improved.

When he's in a bad mood, teasing the junior makes him happy.

Lin Mu couldn't help but chuckle, picked up his guitar, and sat down.

On the mentor's panel, Feng Bingbing's eyes widened, and she cupped her ear.

Is this guy really Senior Lin?

I don't believe it. I'm a professional singer, how could I misjudge the voice of someone so familiar?

The next moment, the sound of guitar strumming filled the air.

The audience couldn't help but let out a gasp:

"A guitar performance again?"

Zhang Zheng and Wang Xinzhe frowned slightly. It was guitar last week, and it's guitar again this week.

Does Dawei Tianlong only know how to play guitar and piano?

"What you want but cannot have, what can you do about life? What you want to let go but can't, you just keep rambling about the past.

By the time you realize time is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices."

The singing began from behind the curtain, still the same husky voice of a middle-aged man, even more hoarse this time, sounding more mature.

It was another instant hit; the opening line immediately captured everyone's attention.

The murmurs in the audience ceased abruptly. People quieted down, carried away by Lin Mu's singing, immersed, and listened quietly.

"The vows of an old love are just like a slap, every time you remember one, you get slapped.

And then for years, you can't stand the smell of women!"

Many people were reminded of past loves, of those wild times, of running under the sunset, which eventually turned into the despair and sadness of a breakup.

Wang Xinzhe clenched his fist.

He had been single for so many years, not because he didn't want to get married.

It was just that after several failed relationships, at his age now, looking back, he suddenly realized that just as the lyrics sang, he too had gone through a phase after breakups where he loathed romance and love, a phase where he "couldn't stand the smell of women."

A Song to Myself?

This is a song for me, isn't it?!

Thinking about how the song "Hill" last week almost made him cry in public, and today, listening to half of "Song to Myself," he was already on the verge of breaking down.

"Is this guy specifically here to break my defenses?"

Wang Xinzhe felt a bit dejected.

"They're the same age. Youngsters can't write songs like this,"

Zhang Zheng said softly to Wang Xinzhe, his eyes also a little moist.

Only middle-aged men understand the pain of middle-aged men!

As the first chorus ended, applause erupted throughout the venue. During the instrumental guitar break, Zhang Zheng said to Feng Bingbing on the other side:

"Now do you believe Dawei Tianlong's age?"

Last week, he had noticed that Feng Bingbing seemed to have doubts about Dawei Tianlong's age, but Zhang Zheng hadn't thought much of it, assuming she was doing it for the show's effect.

Now, seeing Feng Bingbing frowning tightly, staring at the curtain on stage with wide eyes, one might think she had a grudge against Dawei Tianlong.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly smiled: "Teacher Zhang, I think he can sing another song."

Zhang Zheng was taken aback: "Little Feng, what do you mean? Don't mess around!"