rpbooks Chapter 216 See you tomorrow, my China!
Chapter 216 See you tomorrow, my China!
The words fell.
The audience immediately started pressing the rating button.
As the scoring began, the score bar on the large screen at the back of the stage resembled a giant dragon awakened, instantly soaring into the clouds!
"1000 points! My God, we've broken the 1000 mark in an instant!"
Hua Shao was giving a frantic commentary from the side, speaking so fast it sounded like he was performing a stand-up comedy routine.
"1200 points! 1300 points!"
"Look everyone, we've already surpassed the student who was temporarily ranked fourth! And it's still rising! It just won't stop!"
The audience members below the stage had completely forgotten about recording etiquette.
"Perfect score! It has to be perfect!"
"If I don't give this song a perfect score, I'll never have a clear conscience for the rest of my life!"
"Goddess Bai Zhi! I love you, China!!"
The frantic shouts blended together as the two hundred judges frantically pressed the button representing "10 points," their fingers seemingly cramping.
1300 .......
1400 .......
1420, that was the first place just now, which is a very impressive result.
But in front of Jiang Baizhi at this moment, these 1420 points were like a lone boat in a stormy sea, instantly shattered on the beach by the giant red waves!
After surpassing 1400 points, the score was still jumping, so fast that even the afterimage was not visible!
1500!
1600!
1700!
1900!
"Perfect score!"
"Perfect score!"
The entire audience suddenly started shouting in unison, yelling as they watched the numbers rise rapidly!
The frenzied atmosphere made it seem as if this wasn't a recording studio, but a celebration that would change history.
finally.
With a crisp freeze-frame, the numbers stopped at a breathtaking height.
[1995 points!]
Jiang Baizhi scored 1995 out of a possible 2000 points!
This means that almost all of the two hundred people present gave it a perfect score of 10!
"Whoosh—!!!"
The thunderous applause nearly lifted the roof off the studio.
"1995 points!!"
Hua Shao screamed and jumped up, "Two hundred audience members, a perfect score of two thousand, and an average score of 9.975!"
"This means that at least 195 judges gave it a perfect score of 10!"
"As for the rest of you, I suspect you got too excited and broke the scoring device!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of good-natured laughter came from the audience, followed by even more enthusiastic applause.
In the mentor's seat, Wang Feng leaned back in his chair with his hands folded, looking somewhat dejected yet extremely gratified.
"It's impossible to rate it."
He shook his head into the microphone, but a smile played on his lips. "Once this song comes out, all the techniques, arrangements, and competitions become meaningless."
"Jiang Baizhi, you are not participating in a competition, you are using this revolutionary song to 'harvest' our souls."
Na-ying smiled with such smug satisfaction, she wished she could give Jiang Bai a big chicken leg right then and there:
"See that? These are the students from my Nayoung team!"
"Wang Dazhong, you were just thinking of making things harder for this kid? Go ahead and make it harder!"
"Even if you brought the Vienna Golden Hall here, my Bai Zhi could still turn it into a stage for speeches under the red flag!"
Lee Ronghao shrugged helplessly, looking at the audience members still wiping away tears, and said with a wry smile:
"Sister Na, this is no longer playable."
"The moment Jiang Baizhi appeared, it was no longer a PK, it was a direct dimensional attack. She single-handedly killed the entire match."
Na-young couldn't stop smiling, her proud expression making it seem as if Jiang Baizhi were her own daughter.
"That's right! Don't they know who trained these soldiers?"
.......
Back-end monitoring room.
Director Wang Dazhong, upon seeing the terrifyingly high score of "[1995]" on the screen, excitedly ripped open the top button of his shirt.
"Quick! Capture that shot of Jiang Baizhi bowing with tears in her eyes, and make it into a poster!"
The copywriting could read: "There's a deep affection that says, 'I love you, China, my mother!'"
Wang Dazhong could almost see countless sponsors rushing toward him with boxes of money!
In the backstage lounge.
The trainees who hadn't yet taken the stage looked at the pure and radiant girl on the screen with nothing but pure admiration in their eyes.
"It's not unfair at all, it's really not unfair at all."
"To be on the same list as a masterpiece of this caliber, my life has been worthwhile."
.......
Front desk.
Hua Shao walked over, looked at Jiang Bai, his eyes full of respect:
"Bai Zhi, your score of 1995 is not only the highest score tonight, but it has also broken the record for the highest audience score in the nine seasons of 'The Voice of China'!"
"No need to wait for the results, I hereby announce that Jiang Baizhi from Team Naying is the first player to successfully advance to the top six!"
Jiang Bai smiled slightly; it was the composure of a goddess, and the calm of a victor.
He lifted his skirt and gracefully walked backstage.
The moment he turned around.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow on the stage, he saw an elderly man with white hair giving him a thumbs-up, his eyes filled with emotion.
Jiang Bai felt a slight stirring in his heart, and a sense of mission arose spontaneously.
He recalled the greatness of that time and space in his previous life, and also felt the strength of the Chinese nation in this time and space.
"Crossdressing is terrible, but being able to sing this kind of song..."
A barely perceptible smile curved the corners of Jiang Bai's lips:
"It doesn't seem so hard to accept after all."
[Ding! The host didn't seem upset while singing "Gently Tell You," it sounded quite cheerful!]
"Go! Go! Go!"
"Don't try to sabotage me!"
.......
Jiang Bai returned to the lounge.
Before he even opened the door, he heard screams coming from inside that were almost like those at a "celebrity fan meeting".
"The goddess is back!"
"The Great Demon King is back!"
As soon as the door opened, several students stood up in unison.
They stood there like a welcoming party for a leader's inspection, their faces flushed, and some were even secretly fixing their hair.
Xiao Ai was the first to rush forward, her eyes still red, and she grabbed Jiang Bai's hand:
"Bai Zhi, you're amazing!"
"Seriously, when you sang 'I love you, China,' I was completely blown away! How could you write such a powerful song!"
Jiang Bai gently patted the back of her hand:
"Everyone is excellent; I just benefited from the subject matter."
"Alright, Xiao Ai, you'll be the last one to go on stage. Good luck, I'm rooting for you."
"Yes! I also want to sing my best; I can't let our group down!"
Xiao Ai was greatly encouraged, and her original tension disappeared without a trace, replaced by a strong fighting spirit.
Jiang Bai sat back in the corner. Tonight's "Top 10 to Top 6" competition hadn't been recorded yet.
But with the name Jiang Baizhi in front of him, all suspense had vanished.
He only cares about one thing right now.
"After recording this scene, I need to hurry back to the hotel to change clothes. Tomorrow I have to film Zhang Yan, the lead actress of Yu Zheng."
"This kind of 'split personality' life is truly a bittersweet experience!"
Outside the window, the night in Kyoto was deepening.
Meanwhile, on the large screen in the square not far away, a promotional video for the National Day celebrations has already begun to play on a loop.
Jiang Bai looked at those images and silently recited a phrase in his mind:
See you tomorrow, my China.