Sobbing, I'm Going Crazy!

Feng Bingbing was feeling smug when the stage suddenly changed.

"Fearless, like a giant."

"Indulge the demon in my heart."

"But I'm not worthy."

This was clearly where the chorus should have kicked in, but the voice from behind the curtain suddenly paused.

The audience and judges, who had been immersed in the song, all froze.

"Could he be too nervous and forgot the lyrics?"

As people were guessing, the singing continued from the stage:

"Ugly monster, can you please not turn on the lights."

"The love I want, appears on a pitch-black stage."

The chorus arrived abruptly but was filled with passion, and carried a rock-like hoarseness and heart-wrenching intensity.

That's right, it was rock.

Because at this moment, the instrument Dawei Tianlong was playing suddenly changed to a bass guitar.

Its distinctive tearing sound, combined with his suddenly hoarse yet rich voice.

Evoked the image of an ugly monster, who only dared to hide in a corner and dream, yet was unwilling to accept his fate, in the minds of the audience.

"Oh my god, I can see the picture!"

"That's right, it's me, sob sob sob!"

It was unclear if they were extras or genuinely moved, but many in the audience started to cry.

And what was particularly telling was that all those who empathized and shed tears were ordinary people with plain looks.

This looks-obsessed world is too cruel to those with average appearances, sob sob sob!

The audience empathized, but the judges' table wasn't quite as moved, after all, they were all former idols and current popular stars.

Of course, except for Zhang Zheng.

This guy really couldn't hold it together this time.

He wiped his eyes with tissues as he listened.

Wang Xinzhe turned to him in surprise, "Teacher Zhang, what's wrong?"

Zhang Zheng glared at him, "Can you handsome guys understand my pain?"

Wang Xinzhe was startled. He looked at Zhang Zheng's rugged face and his earthy leather outfit, then silently raised his hand to pat his shoulder in understanding.

Your looks and taste, you really are qualified to empathize.

People like me and Feng Bingbing, we just can't understand the world of ugly people.

Hahaha!

Huh?

Wang Xinzhe's gaze paused. He saw Feng Bingbing staring intently at the stage, her eyes also seeming a bit red.

He was immediately stunned.

No way, Xiao Feng?

With your looks, what does this song have to do with you?

Why are your eyes red?

Wang Xinzhe didn't know that Feng Bingbing's eyes were red not because she was moved by the song, but because of disappointment, confusion, and unwillingness.

Ahhh!!!

This is infuriating!!

Why did this guy's voice change again?

Even though Senior used to sing like a howling ghost, his voice was never this hoarse rock voice.

But it clearly sounded like Senior's voice just now?

Is this guy actually Senior or not?

As proud and happy as she had been moments before, she was now just as confused and unwilling.

If it weren't for the fact that she was in front of so many people, Feng Bingbing would have torn her hair out.

Sob sob sob, I'm going crazy!

The person behind the curtain seemed to sense Feng Bingbing's frustration.

When the first chorus ended and the second began, the melody paused again.

It was as if they were being controlled by him, and people craned their necks again, their hearts hanging in suspense.

"Are we going to switch instruments again?"

Knock, knock, knock!

As expected, Dawei Tianlong lived up to expectations and switched instruments.

This time it wasn't a stringed instrument, but a percussion one: a drum set!

From a comfortable rhythm to increasingly fast and dense drum beats, the sound made people's scalps tingle.

"This guy's a pro!"

Zhou Yiyi's expression turned a bit sour. He thought, Was that moment where I shook my head saying Dawei Tianlong only knew piano and guitar caught on camera?

No, after the recording is done, I need to find Chen Xin and have her edit that part out in post-production!

As Zhou Yiyi was thinking, the drum set on stage paused, and soon the sound of the erhu began.

"Not bad, the erhu actually pairs quite well with this melancholic and unwilling song, 'Ugly Monster'."

A mournful erhu solo brought quite a few audience members to tears.

Then, the melody finally returned to the piano.

Wang Xinzhe glanced at Zhou Yiyi's face, which was shifting through colors like a dye shop, and bit his lip hard, suppressing a laugh.

For some reason, he felt that Dawei Tianlong was using so many instruments specifically to target Zhou Yiyi.

After all, Zhou Yiyi had arrogantly claimed earlier that his instrumental skills were subpar.

Now I'm bringing out all these instruments to show you whether I'm good or not!

However, Wang Xinzhe then thought he might be overthinking it.

No matter how talented Dawei Tianlong was, he was still just an amateur. There was no need to go up against a top star.

He's probably just low on emotional intelligence and likes to argue, right?

Geniuses always have their quirks.

Unknowingly, Wang Xinzhe had already categorized Dawei Tianlong as a genius musician.

"Ugly monster~~ actually, the more you see, the less strange it becomes."

"Go wild and have fun~~ stomp hard, on that fragile purity!"

"Ugly monster~~ this is our era!"

"I don't exist~~ which is why it's unexpected."

As the last lyric fell, the entire audience stood up again.

"Brother Long!"

"Brother Long!"

"Brother Long, I love you!"

"Brother Long, I want to have your babies!"

Applause, cheers, calls for mating... the sounds were explosively enthusiastic, filling the recording hall and almost lifting the roof.

The audience members' faces were flushed with excitement.

They had heard four or five instruments and two or three different voices in a single song.

Damn, this was a steal!

"Old Wang, it seems we weren't wrong to call him Brother Long, were we?" Zhang Zheng said to Wang Xinzhe with a chuckle.

He hadn't given his critique yet, but this remark already surpassed countless critiques.

Wang Xinzhe was much more pragmatic: "I haven't even bought a single song yet. Unless he sells all three songs to me, don't expect me to call him Brother Long again!"

Zhang Zheng glared at him: "Old Wang, when did you become so materialistic? Where's the Prince of Love Songs from back in the day?"

Wang Xinzhe ignored him. Before the host, Li Lan, could even come on stage, he directly addressed the curtain on the stage:

"Brother Long, how much is the copyright for this song?"

Zhang Zheng looked at Wang Xinzhe in disbelief. Damn, Old Wang, you've got some nerve.

He quickly chimed in: "Brother Long, Wang Xinzhe is too handsome. This song isn't suitable for him. Look at my face, only I can sing the true essence of this song!"

The audience burst into laughter.

Teacher Zhang, what do you mean by 'essence'? Are you fighting monsters?

Wang Xinzhe glanced sideways at Zhang Zheng: "Teacher Zhang, you're a songwriter yourself. Isn't it a bit embarrassing to buy someone else's song?"

Zhang Zheng didn't fall for it and chuckled: "For the sake of my musical dream, it's not embarrassing."

Li Lan strode onto the stage and said to the two of them helplessly: "Teacher Wang, Teacher Zhang, could you give me some face? I'm the host here."

Another wave of laughter erupted from the audience.

Only then did the two of them temporarily quiet down. Li Lan smiled and said to the inside of the curtain:

"Brother Long, your song was absolutely stunning. It resonated deeply with many people who have ordinary looks, like myself.

So I'm very curious, what was your state of mind when you created this song?"