"Dawei Tianlong? The one who got an S Card in the Jiangsu Province preliminaries?"
"Yeah, the one who sang 'Quiet.'"
"Oh, right, I forgot about him!"
In Xu Li's spacious house, everyone immediately perked up at the mention of Dawei Tianlong.
A few days ago, the promotional clip Jiangrong Satellite TV released had featured Dawei Tianlong singing "Hill," and it had even trended online.
A lot of people were looking forward to him.
"Hopefully he isn't only good at singing 'Quiet' and terrible at everything else."
Li Xiaoyun said.
"Hard to say. It's really difficult for a singer-songwriter to write even one good song, especially an amateur."
A colleague beside her chimed in.
Li Xiaoyun suddenly turned to Lin Mu and asked, "Hey, Lin Mu, what was your name in the preliminaries? What song did you sing?"
Lin Mu replied, "The names were decided by drawing lots. I drew 'Good Sword,' so I just sang a song."
Xu Li nudged Li Xiaoyun to signal that she should stop. Li Xiaoyun looked at Lin Mu's expression and assumed he was reliving an embarrassing memory, so she promptly dropped the subject.
Just then, Dawei Tianlong began singing on TV.
The Pure Voice production team had clearly spent a fortune on the sound system. Lin Mu had already felt how good the performance sounded onstage.
Now, even on TV, the effect was just as explosive. The moment the piano began, his colleagues fell silent.
Then came the first line of the lyrics, and it was an instant showstopper.
Several of the older colleagues were especially captivated, their eyes shining.
When the song ended, thunderous applause filled the TV studio, and the people watching at home were just as astonished.
"That's a great song!"
"No need to say more. He's definitely advancing unanimously!"
"Dawei