txolops What was the final score for Chapter 215?
What was the final score for Chapter 215?
Backstage lounge.
The remaining trainees, no longer caring about their image, were all red-faced and staring intently at the broadcast screen.
"Holy crap... this isn't a revolutionary song, this is a nuclear weapon!"
"How exactly did the goddess Bai Zhi come up with this idea?"
"This melody, this arrangement, it's like patriotism is etched into our DNA!"
Xiao Ai was so excited that her face turned bright red. She took the lead in standing up and, even through the screen, quietly joined in with Jiang Bai's voice:
"I shed tears for you, and I'm proud of you!"
Once one person takes the lead, everyone else can't sit still.
Those trainees who had been eliminated and were still feeling sad started to stand up.
Amidst the thunderous applause in the studio, someone started it, and the backstage dressing room turned into a massive sing-along.
"I love you, China! My dear mother!"
"I shed tears for you! And I'm so proud of you!"
.......
Backstage control room.
Director Wang Dazhong stared intently at the monitor, his eyes red as if they were about to bleed.
He had completely forgotten the prepared instruction to pause recording; he was simply repeating it mechanically:
"Quick! Wide shot! Give it a wide pan! I want everyone to see this breathtaking effect!"
This song is more than just a lament; it has a power to cleave through the darkness!
.......
"I love you, China~ My beloved mother~"
I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you.
"I love you, China~ My dear mother~"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm also proud of you!"
The song ended.
Under the spacious dome of the studio, the last heavy and resonant chord of the Steinway piano seemed to be crushed in the cool air, lingering for a long time.
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
This silence is not an awkward silence, but a collective speechlessness caused by a sudden, overwhelming emotion that has gripped their hearts!
Center stage.
Jiang Bai maintained his forward-leaning bow, his slender fingertips still gently resting on the cool black and white keys.
Amidst the lingering charm of his 13 points and the heavenly voice, his cool, moon-like face trembled slightly, and a crystal tear silently slid down his long eyelashes and across his cheek.
He murmured to himself:
"May your land be beautiful and your nation prosperous for ten thousand years!"
This tear, paired with her retro-chic attire, shimmered with a sacred light under the spotlight.
"good!!!"
Hua Shao was the first to react.
This seasoned commentator, accustomed to grand occasions, staggered as he stepped onto the stage.
He didn't even bother to straighten his tie, which had become crooked from excitement, and his voice was noticeably hoarse and trembling.
With Hua Shao's loud shout, it was as if a switch had been flipped in the audience.
Almost simultaneously, all four mentors on the panel stood up.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Teacher Wang Feng clapped with astonishing force, staring intently at Jiang Bai.
The fervor in his eyes, born from artistic resonance, almost burned through the filter.
"Jiang Baizhi, listen to me."
"I've always thought that in this fast-paced era, songs that are rooted in the land, about faith, and about the motherland are unlikely to resonate with today's young people."
"But I was wrong."
"Your song... it's not just acting, it's portraying the soul!"
"That longing of a wanderer returning home, that deep-seated devotion to this land—you sang right into my heart!"
"This is absolutely the best original revolutionary song I've heard this year, no, in the last decade!"
"Thank you for your comments, Professor Wang Feng."
Jiang Bai glanced at Wang Feng's expression, which seemed to be practically begging to become sworn brothers on the spot, and nodded calmly, but inwardly he was furiously ranting:
"Teacher Wang, calm down."
"This was originally a masterpiece you wrote in another world. I'm just returning it to its rightful owner in this time and space."
Lee Ronghao, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with shock and complex emotions.
As a music producer, his perspective on issues is even more incisive:
"Bai Zhi, what I care more about is your attention to detail."
"The arrangement of this song is very rich, especially your piano playing just now, the changes in dynamics, the progression of emotion..."
"Without extremely high skill and long-term practice, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this level."
"You must have worked on this song for a long time behind the scenes, right?"
"The intensity of this emotion is truly astonishing!"
Jiang Bai blinked, forcibly activating his [Advanced Acting Skills], and put on a perfectly timed look of exhaustion after the "arduous process of creation," chuckling as he said:
"Indeed...it's not easy."
He silently added in his mind:
"It took quite a while. I had a serious problem with choosing songs, and I spent a full ten minutes picking through that amazing song library. I almost lost a hair from all the stress!"
offstage.
The students in Zhao Xier and Li Ronghao's group, who were originally so nervous they dared not even breathe, had extremely interesting expressions when they heard the words "creating is not easy".
They haven't forgotten.
Just now, when the production team said "Original?!", this goddess looked so calm in the corner.
Becoming a master in ten minutes—is that what you call not being able to create?
Then what are they?
Are you musically illiterate?!
Na-Ying was completely immersed in joy. She grabbed the microphone, her eyes red-rimmed, and asked, "Little Bai Zhi, tell me, what was your original intention in writing this song?"
Wang Feng: "Aren't these my lyrics???"
Jiang Bai lowered his head slightly and replied in a clear yet firm falsetto:
"Teacher Na-young, I think that as young people in China, loving this country is an instinct that needs no reason."
"Tomorrow is National Day, and I just want to gently sing this heartfelt message to my mother."
boom--!
Simple, brutal, yet irresistible.
The two hundred audience members were instantly ignited by those four words!
Yes!
On the eve of this national celebration, a young girl dressed as a wealthy overseas-educated heiress sings the wildest patriotic sentiments in the gentlest voice. Who can resist such power?
"Good! Well said!"
Na-young slapped the table in admiration, startling Zhang Xingzhe who was standing next to her.
Zhang Xingzhe came to his senses and was filled with emotion.
He looked at Jiang Bai and sighed, "I used to think your voice was gentle, but today I realized that there's a tough side to it."
"This unwavering sense of conviction is truly awe-inspiring!"
Meanwhile, Li Ronghao, standing to the side, was already deep in thought.
He thought of the students who made it into the top ten.
"I originally wanted them to give it a shot, but now it seems... these kids probably just want to crowdfund the best dress for Jiang Baizhi, and have no interest in competing at all."
After the mentors finished their comments.
"No need for further words!"
Nayoung waved her hand and roared at the audience, "Give me points! This song deserves full marks!!"
Wang Feng also shouted, "Vote for her! Not only for Jiang Baizhi, but also for the music of our nation!"
Hua Shao raised his arm high, his voice reaching its peak:
"Now, please, two hundred audience members, press your rating buttons!"
"Let's see what Jiang Baizhi's final score is!"