Time and space on stage

Su Mu took a deep breath and tried to appear calmer.

Su Mu was not an introvert. After five hundred years of Parnac, unless someone like Rong Yu had a dark past, most people would not be afraid of performing in front of people - let alone dozens or thousands of people. He had countless experiences of giving speeches and using magic in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

The real reason that made Su Mu nervous was his singing.

As we all know, the power of mermaids mostly comes from their voices. For someone like Su Mu, who was born with the royal blood of mermaids, even without using magic, their voices have the power to charm people.

To resist the voice of the mermaid, one needs extraordinary strength. But for most of the ordinary races of Parnaki, just resisting the voice without magic is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Therefore, as the mermaids gradually let go of their xenophobia and tried to contact other races, Su Mu, as a coordinator, who needed to communicate frequently with other races, had to try to use magic to control the sound so that it would not affect others.

——However, this is not an easy thing to do, especially as time goes by, Su Mu's strength grows day by day, and he stands in the first echelon of the Parnaki strongmen. The power of his voice becomes stronger and stronger, and there are fewer and fewer people who can resist his power, and even the mermaids gradually lose their resistance.

Sometimes just a momentary distraction can lead to irreparable consequences.

This forced Su Mu to talk less often, and he only dared to talk in the class chat group or in front of classmates.

This went on for hundreds of years, and even after returning to Earth, I still couldn't relax from the fear of hypnotizing others. Every time I talked to someone other than my classmates, I would be extremely cautious.

Relax, Sumu.

He comforted himself in his heart: I haven't recovered my magic power yet, it's okay if I just sing.

"Hello, teachers. I am trainee No. 21, Su Mu. I am 17 years old."

The five judges who received the file all raised their heads at the same time and looked at the young man in front of them with curiosity and inquiry.

Is this the “relative” that Sister Ling squeezed in?

"You can start your performance now."

Su Mu did not perform directly. He looked around the stage and pointed to the corner: "Can I use that Irish harp?"

The judge in charge of teaching musical instruments raised his eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "You can do this?"

Su Mu said modestly: "I learned a little bit."

It is often used when hunting, and occasionally it is used to smash the prey's head, or to open some nuts and shells. In short, it is quite convenient to use.

After obtaining consent, Su Mu thanked him, held the Irish harp in his arms, stroked the beautiful strings, and a hint of nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

His fingers lightly slid across the strings, producing a series of pleasant arpeggios.

“I’m going to perform an original song as well.”

There are many artists who can sing and dance, but not many who can create original works. I didn't expect to meet two trainees who could perform original works in a row. The judges' eyes flashed with joy, and they nodded implicitly, indicating that he could start the performance.

After getting the approval, Su Mu plucked the strings again. The pleasant singing was like the melted snow in the mountains, the first breeze in March, and the bright moon reflected in the sea, as if it could cleanse the soul.

The moon dispelled the dark clouds

Stars light up the night

My love

The sea has calmed its anger

When will you be able to return home?

The lyrics come from a long-standing poem in San Carlos. As one of the few island nations in Parnaqui, the people of San Carlos used to make a living by the sea. However, the endless rainy days and storms made every trip to the sea extremely dangerous. Many young women bid farewell to their husbands in the morning, but could never wait for their return. So they could only place their grief in poetry, reciting this little poem on every sunny day, hoping for the miracle of their loved ones' return.

This kind of sadness finally ended when Yu Zhi became the "Goddess of Disaster".

Today, this song still lingers in the streets of San Carlos, but it is no longer sad, only accompanied by the laughter of children playing and the nostalgic and gentle voice of the elderly.

In order to test Fu An, Su Mu deliberately chose to sing in the Parnacian common language. Unless you live in a deep forest or deep in the ocean and have never come into contact with any life, it is impossible that you have never heard the common language.

As for the melody, it was a melody that Su Mu casually filled in. For the mermaids, every word they say can become a song, and music and melody flow in their blood.

If Fu An's singing is stunning, then Su Mu's singing deserves the word "shocking".

Although the language was something they had never heard of before and sounded like a self-made language, everyone could still feel the burning emotions in the song, and images kept emerging from the depths of their brains. They seemed to have become the woman who waited by the sea, waiting for her lover to come home. They became old people who recalled the ups and downs of their lives.

Long after the singing had ended, no sound could be heard in the huge house.

Everyone stared blankly in the direction of Su Mu, and before they knew it, many people were already in tears.

As judges, they were experienced and could adjust their emotions faster than the rookies. They took a deep breath, tried to calm their excited hearts, and couldn't help but recall the song just now.

It was not until they were freed from the control of their emotions that they realized how amazing Su Mu's voice was. Compared to a normal male voice, Su Mu's voice was softer and more neutral, as if it had not completely changed. His voice was soft, with a very wide range, but the high notes were not harsh, like a trickle of water flowing into the heart, and the listeners felt like eating a popsicle in the dog days of summer, feeling comfortable all over.

With such a good voice, even if he knows nothing about variety shows, the camera, has no sense of the internet, is as dull as a piece of wood, or even looks extremely ugly with his teeth bared, it is absolutely impossible for him to be buried in the entertainment industry.

This is a piece of rough jade... no, it's a piece of top-grade imperial green!

There was no need for discussion or any more test questions. The five judges gave a score of 10 without hesitation. They even looked at the sign in their hands, wishing they could add another zero to the back to express how shocked they were by Su Mu's singing.

As expected of Sister Ling, she has a sharp eye!

The five people were now convinced by Zheng Ling and no longer dared to think about cutting in line.

With such good talents, it would be totally fine even if we simply stopped the selection process!

It’s just a pity that after listening to such great singing, the following performances will become tasteless. Even if they try hard to be fair, the scores will definitely be affected.

The judges were not the only ones who thought of this. The trainees who had come back to their senses from Su Mu's singing looked at the only trainee in the audience who had received a perfect score, and most likely the only one, with mixed expressions of surprise, jealousy, resentment, and resentment.

She was amazed by Su Mu's singing, jealous of his talent, unwilling to accept her own failure, and resented him for affecting her score.

Su Mu didn't care about that. With the right instrument, he sang so happily.

When he returned to his seat and his excitement faded, he remembered that there was still something important he hadn't asked. He quickly looked in Fu An's direction and asked in a low voice, "What was his reaction?"

“Except for surprise and shock, there was no reaction at all.” Lin Yuan replied.

"...That shouldn't be the case. Did he really live in the mountains until he died, without ever coming into contact with anyone in his life?" Su Mu frowned, very puzzled: "Or was it not him who traveled through time, but someone taught him this melody?"

"But didn't Fu An say that he was the original creator?" Lin Lang said.

"...Never mind, once Round A is over, we will just give up the game and block them!" Lin Yuan made the final decision.

They no longer cared whether it was a little rooster or not. Compared to these, Parnaki’s affairs were more important.

Lin Lang and Su Mu nodded in agreement.

Soon, the speaker on the stage said, "Next one, No. 26 Lin Lang."

"I'm on it." Lin Lang threw a wiki to Su Mu and Lin Yuan and stood up confidently.

As one of the few female trainees, Lin Lang received a lot of attention from the moment she entered the door.

——There are very few boys who are not attracted to beautiful girls, unless they are gay.

As the youngest and most beautiful female among all the trainees, Lin Lang has a unique temperament that makes people unable to take their eyes off her.

Staring at countless people's eyes that were either surprised or ambiguous, Lin Lang stood on the stage and smiled sweetly at the judges.

"Hello, judges. I am contestant No. 26, Lin Lang. I am seventeen years old."

As a member who was also squeezed in by Zheng Ling, the five judges immediately showed their extremely interested expressions: "What is your performance?"

"Dance." Lin Lang said.

"You can start your performance now."

Hearing the judges' words, Lin Lang took out his cell phone, turned on the music he had prepared long ago, put it on the ground, and made a backward-holding pipa gesture.

"Dunhuang dance?"

The review was a bit surprising.

Due to the suddenness of being cut in line, Lin Lang did not prepare any clothes. She only wore a simple gray and white T-shirt, a pair of washed denim shorts, and a pair of canvas shoes. She looked fresh, beautiful, and bright.

Such clothing would be very suitable for dancing some H country songs and dances, and would highlight her youthful characteristics.

But for the Dunhuang dance, which is very particular about costumes, such attire seems out of place on this serious stage.

But as the music started and Lin Lang began to move his body, they realized that this was not Dunhuang dance, but a mixture of many elements. The style was not West African. It seemed like a home-made dance, yet it carried an indissoluble sense of familiarity.

With Lin Lang's beautiful bend and turn, everything seemed completely different.

It was clearly the same plain stage, the same plain lights. But in an instant, it was as if a ray of light descended from the sky, illuminating Lin Lang. In an instant, the surroundings fell into darkness, and only Lin Lang stood there dancing in the light.

The light seemed to have life, turning into spots of light and then into a long dress woven of gauze on her body. She looked like a peerless dancer who was presented as a tribute to the king. She was so light that she could dance on her palms. She was charming and tender, graceful and elegant, and her every frown and smile was full of charm.

But before she knew it, a sharp light flashed in the dancer's eyes. Her soft hands formed a beautiful hand gesture, and the silk wrapped around her palms turned into two sharp daggers. The beautiful Hu Ji turned into a fierce assassin, and every time she swung her arm, the sharp blade would take someone's life.

There was nothing on the stage, but Lin Lang relied on dance and powerful artistic appeal to turn the empty stage into an opera.

This was a completely different performance from Su Mu's, but equally shocking.

After a moment's silence, warm applause broke out in every corner of the room.

Since the ratio of male to female in this round of selection is about 4:1, the selection results of round A will also be based on this ratio, with one female trainee and four male trainees selected. It will not be until rounds B and C that the competition will be unified.

Now that there is no interest in their relationship, the applause directed at Lin Lang seems more enthusiastic and sincere than that directed at Su Mu.

Another ten points, but no one had any objection to this result.

There are selection studios like this every year, but the chance of encountering a good seedling is not necessarily even once in a few years. However, this year, two people appeared in succession.

...No, there's one more!

"Next one, No. 29 Lin Yuan."

Zheng Ling added three people. The first two were so amazing, the third one must be extraordinary!

Lin Yuan, who just stepped onto the stage: "......"

Please don't look at me with such expectant eyes!