The First 3S! A Massive Versailles Moment

Lin Sen's face had gone deathly pale. His fists clenched unconsciously as he gritted his teeth and stared at the unexpected scene, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.

The words of the people around him drilled into his ears one after another, like heavy hammers striking his heart.

How was that possible?!

How was that possible?!

How could Jiang Fang perform this well?!

He stood up in a daze, staring at the dazzling young man in the center of the stage as he fell into self-doubt.

And at this very moment, someone tactlessly decided to tease him.

"Lin Sen, sorry, I misunderstood you. What you said was actually true! Jiang Fang really is incredible. I bet he'll be the first S in the room. If even he can't get an S, then nobody can.

"By the way, how did you discover that Jiang Fang was so amazing? Are you two close? Could you introduce me to this big shot?"

The person kept buzzing in his ear, and the more they spoke, the greater the fire in Lin Sen's heart became.

Who the fuck knew Jiang Fang was this good?

Who was close to him?

At the thought that everything he had done might end up making Jiang Fang look even better, Lin Sen nearly coughed up blood from rage.

Jealousy had blinded him. As if possessed, Lin Sen turned and shot the speaker a gloomy, sinister look.

Instantly, it was as though someone had seized that person by the throat. Their mouth opened and closed, but no words came out, and a trace of fear appeared in their eyes.

After Lin Sen looked away, the person swallowed hard and thought, Didn't the internet say Lin Sen was kind and innocent?

After seeing that look just now, if this weren't a society governed by law, they would have suspected Lin Sen was a fugitive wanted by the Public Security Bureau.

It was terrifying.

Most people's attention had been drawn to Jiang Fang, but a small number still noticed the scene. Their expressions varied, but they all had the same thought—stay away from Lin Sen.

People who acted one way to your face and another behind your back were the hardest to deal with.

Of course, Jiang Fang's appearance did not just throw the audience off balance. The mentors onstage were no better.

Fang Yi had always been lively and impulsive. The moment Jiang Fang finished performing, he eagerly picked up his microphone.

"Jiang Fang, you're amazing! I don't think you need to compete in some Trainee contest at all. Just take my seat! Do you know the saying that judges are forbidden from competing?" You were better than many people currently in the music industry.

Of course, Fang Yi did not say that last sentence. He did not particularly care, but if he really said it aloud, Jiang Fang would be in trouble.

Even a husky had moments of warmth and intelligence.

The second person to comment was Duan Yu, the top member of a boy group. Though singing and dancing were his specialty, that did not mean he lacked an eye for mainstream pop music. Having returned from H Country, he valued ability above all else, and Jiang Fang was undoubtedly the most capable contestant he had seen since the show began.

Even if he was a vocalist.

If his own group had not already had a strong lead vocalist, he would have wanted to ask Jiang Fang whether he had any interest in joining them.

"If this is tone-deaf, then I guess I'm musically deaf." Duan Yu spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

He had genuinely believed Jiang Fang was tone-deaf. Reality proved that he had been too naive.

Tone-deaf my ass. If this counted as tone-deaf, he would never have debuted back then.

"Very impressive. You also have excellent vocal qualities. How many years have you studied singing?"

Jiang Fang thought for a moment.

"More than ten years, I suppose, but it was all just for my own entertainment." Influenced from childhood by his mother's artistic and scholarly upbringing, Jiang Fang differed from the wealthy second-generation heirs of his age, who either focused on learning finance and trade for their family businesses or spent their time indulging themselves. Aside from his necessary schoolwork, his childhood had involved learning all kinds of skills from his mother and grandfather, including but not limited to instruments, singing, calligraphy...

To young Jiang Fang, these were recreational activities outside his studies. A child's natural curiosity made him want to try everything, and his parents were happy for him to be exposed to more things. As a result, Jiang Fang actually knew a little about many things, though he was not proficient in any of them.

Jiang Fang thought his words were perfectly normal, unaware of the devastating blow they dealt to the mentors and the other contestants.

For his own entertainment!

What did "for his own entertainment" mean? The implication was obvious.

Duan Yu's lips trembled slightly, but he still confirmed it once more. "So you've never received any formal training?"

Jiang Fang nodded.

"Since I'm not particularly proficient, and my interests aren't in this area, I never considered formal training."

Duan Yu: ...

Fang Yi: ...

Qiu Qian: ...

Everyone below the stage: ...

You call that not particularly proficient?

Thank you, Jiang Fang, for redefining "not proficient."

Duan Yu took a deep breath and said nothing. God knew that because he had not been born with good vocal conditions, he had poured countless efforts into reaching this point. Hearing Jiang Fang say that so sincerely, he did not even know how to respond.

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After the two mentors had finished speaking, it was finally Qiu Qian's turn.

From a professional standpoint, Qiu Qian was a queen of modern pop music, and Jiang Fang's performance this time happened to fall right within her area of expertise.

However, even she, known as a genius songstress, had to admit that she had been thoroughly Versailles'd.

For the first time, Qiu Qian had an ill-timed question—was Jiang Fang's perception perhaps slightly skewed?

But after hearing that he had never received formal training, Qiu Qian felt more heartache than anything else. Such an excellent prospect! If he had been discovered earlier, it was hard to say who would be sitting below the stage and who would be at the judges' table now!

"Can you sing a passage live for me?" Qiu Qian asked.

"Alaska Bay" had limited Jiang Fang's performance. Qiu Qian wanted to know just how far he had grown on his own.

Seeing Jiang Fang nod, Qiu Qian demonstrated several passages and had him perform along with them.

As a result, even the songstress who had barely managed to remain calm could no longer stay calm.

She looked at Jiang Fang as if she were looking at a precious golden treasure.

Not only were his pronunciation and technique nearly perfect despite having received no formal training, his diction was clear, his high-note compression was on point, and even the quality of his B4 notes was extremely high. He could even articulate continuously.

What level was that?

He could easily crush more than half of the male singers in today's music scene.

And that was a conservative estimate.

In other words, Jiang Fang had grown into a towering tree all on his own! Yet this still-young tree had always been so low-key that no one could find it.

Qiu Qian had nothing more to say and immediately gave him an S.

"That's way too Versailles!" she could not help exclaiming.

But was Jiang Fang really showing off?

Not necessarily.

In his mind, singing was no more than a pastime outside of daily life. The only things that qualified as proficiency by Jiang Fang's standards were things like computer technology and scientific research.

Compared to those, singing really did not count as proficiency.

After all, he had even developed lithography technology.

Compared to that, singing was just small stuff.

The final result was beyond doubt. All three mentors gave him the highest rating—S.

Jiang Fang had received the first 3S since entering the competition!

Thunderous applause erupted.

Yan Wei was completely engrossed. He was also a vocalist! Compared to contestants better at dancing and rap, his feelings were deeper and stronger, and his admiration for Jiang Fang only grew.

He did not even notice that his palms had turned red from clapping.

Kitten bounced up and down in his arms with every clap, yet for once it did not cause trouble. Its cat eyes remained fixed on the young man onstage without moving.

Hearing the applause behind it, it was not afraid either. As if it knew they were applauding Big Kitty, it puffed out its little chest with immense pride. Anyone who did not know better might have thought those applause were for Kitten.

Meow, meow, meow! Kitten's Big Kitty was the very best!

"Holy shit, I'm starting to wonder whether I joined some King of Singers competition. Why would a talent show have a demon king like this?! Isn't this like a final boss going to the beginner village to slaughter little monsters? He doesn't even need to make a move. His sword aura alone could take me out."

"For a moment, I'm wondering whether this big shot is actually being Versailles. How could someone say 'not proficient' and 'tone-deaf' so naturally? Jiang Fang, take a look at yourself. Is this even something a human would do?"

"I thought he was bronze, but it turns out he's the strongest king."

"I only have one question. If what the big shot means by tone-deaf is this kind of tone-deafness, then what does poor coordination mean...?"

"Holy shit! Watson, you found the blind spot!"

Through his sheer ability, Jiang Fang had forcibly turned a group of competitors into his fans, Lin Sen excluded.

All around him, thunderous applause rang out as everyone praised Jiang Fang as invincible under heaven and above earth.

Lin Sen did not understand how things had ended up like this.

Hadn't they said he was tone-deaf?

Why had it turned out like this?

Jiang Fang! You tricked me!

You tricked me!

Lin Sen's breathing gradually quickened. His face flushed slightly red, but fortunately, he still retained his reason. Moreover, everyone around him was focused on Jiang Fang, so no one noticed his appearance.

"Number 67, get onstage! Number 68, get ready!"

It was not until the stage coordinator called out the next numbers to go on that Lin Sen suddenly snapped awake.

The trap he had arranged for Jiang Fang had now become the grave he had dug for himself.

With Jiang Fang's brilliance before him, how could he possibly shine?!

At this moment, Lin Sen already wanted to retreat.

But the stage coordinator had already urged him a second time. Even if they switched contestants at the last minute, there was no room to make it happen. Lin Sen could only force himself to go up.

He stood up and had barely stepped down one stair when his legs went weak, nearly causing him to fall straight down the steps.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and deliberately twisted his ankle outward.

Everyone merely thought he had sprained his ankle, without realizing his legs had actually gone weak.

"Are you okay?"

"Lin Sen, are you okay?"

The people around him quickly came to support him and began asking anxiously.

An idea flashed through Lin Sen's mind. He immediately furrowed his brows, put on an expression of pain, and gritted his teeth as though forcing himself to endure it.

"Hiss... It hurts... I'm fine." He shook his head, then walked forward with a slightly unnatural gait.

Lin Sen knew that he had provoked Jiang Fang before. If he did not go onstage, then once the show aired, everyone would certainly mock him.

If he went onstage, he also knew that with Jiang Fang before him, he would likely be overshadowed and mocked as well.

But what if he could not perform well because he had sprained his ankle?

Everything would be resolved.

Lin Sen looked back at Jiang Fang. He had expected him to be watching or showing off, only to discover that Jiang Fang was actually petting a cat.

It was as though Lin Sen was nothing more than some insignificant little trinket to him, not worth noticing.

At that moment, the resentment in Lin Sen's heart reached its peak.