Finally, the last sound faded away; it truly was the very last sound.

Everything returned to calm.

In the world shaped by clouds

In a world of soft and beautiful clouds

Boundless, golden, shimmering rays of light drifted down from the pinkish-orange sky, falling, falling, falling.

The original world of clouds slowly dissipated.

The ocean was submerged again.

They saw the cubs floating before the great and magnificent castle.

It possesses an inexplicable divinity.

As everyone watched this scene with tears in their eyes,

In the ultimate music transmission medium

"Gurgle~"

A very clear gurgling sound came from inside the cub's little belly.

Cub: !!! !!!

Σ(っ°Д °;)っ

The cub's chubby little hands reacted very quickly, covering its white little belly.

It's not a treasure, it's not a treasure, I'm so hungry!

The small eyes darted nervously left and right.

I didn't dare look at any of the audience members sitting below.

This is simply burying one's head in the sand.

The audience was stunned for a moment, then burst into good-natured laughter.

Oh my god.

He's still just a three-year-old child.

Listening to the laughter of the uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters in the audience,

The cub's chubby face was already as red as an apple.

Right now, his little head is full of thoughts.

Treasure, treasure throw away the spicy food! ! !

The seawater slowly receded, revealing the original stage.

After the tide receded, the familiar steel forest appeared in the audience's view.

The baby fish's tails also transformed back into chubby little legs at this time.

The cub plopped down on the ground.

They were still using walkers at that age and hadn't even learned to walk yet.

The cubs tried to get up.

Chubby little hands lay on the ground, and her little bottom lifted up forcefully.

Well, it turned into an arch bridge, so I couldn't lie down or stand up, I was completely immobilized.

cub:qAq

It really has to be said that the Rong family spoils this cub far too much.

They're either in a baby walker or in someone's arms.

Even now, the cubs are still not proficient at crawling on their own.

The cub's anxious appearance was, of course, noticed by everyone.

Liu Huo's wife, watching the live stream, clutched her heart, her eyes sparkling.

Damn it, who stole her baby?!

Waaaaah,

This should clearly be her treasure.

Xiao Rongzhou was naturally even more heartbroken.

Without hesitation, he urged Su Yewang to hurry up and take his precious baby away.

The baby is still at the age where he's using a walker.

What if I fall down?!

In fact, there was no need for Xiao Rongzhou to urge them.

Sukuno was extremely anxious himself.

He strode onto the stage and rushed to the cub's side with incredible speed.

He carefully picked up the somewhat bewildered cub and held it in his arms.

The cub immediately smacked its face against the black pot's shoulder like a little sweet treat.

Phew~ I'm saved~

The cub's relieved expression was all too obvious.

Not to mention that the cub is currently being stared at directly in the face by a camera.

Those chubby little faces

Little ears that were all red.

A relieved expression on his face.

Everything is laid bare.

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from below.

The flashes never stopped.

After all, this is an incredibly cute cub!!!

Logically speaking, if they were resident guests, they would definitely interact well with the audience.

But what high expectations can a three-year-old child have for her?

Naturally, Sukuno only had the cub say a soft, almost sweet "bye-bye" to the audience.

They quickly moved the cubs to the backstage area.

The audience, who had no time to react: ...

I'm not saying that...

Is this how you treat your fans?!

Su Yewang smiled slightly and remained noncommittal in response.

Even his fans aren't as important as his son.

How old is their child?

The audience, who had initially intended to shout for an encore, immediately deflated.

Sukuno Wang thought the audience's reactions were perfectly normal.

After all, even he was completely immersed in that incredibly beautiful singing.

Mr. Su, who had one hand on the television screen, breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped away the tears that had welled up from being moved by the cubs' song.

A burning ambition rekindled in his eyes.

This time,

Their position as the leader is definitely secure.

Now we just have to wait for the brand's response.

...

Xi Zhi, who had been sitting in the private room, was filled with emotion upon seeing all this.

It turns out he always thought he was a genius.

He felt he was omnipotent.

Whether in the field of special effects or venue design,

He can easily reach the top tier with just a little effort.

But today he saw a different possibility.

It turns out that there really is such touching music in the world.

It's music that's even purer and more natural than the music he's meticulously crafted over a long, long time.

It turns out that such wonderful fantasies as falling from the clouds truly exist in the world.

It was something he could not reach even with all his imagination.

Xi Zhi sat in his private box, replaying the young boy's performance again and again.

I recall that underwater world and the adventure in the clouds again and again.

Inspiration is like a stream that keeps flowing from the mountains.

The inspiration that had been slowly extinguished by the daily pressures of worldly life is now flowing out continuously.

At that moment,

Xi Zhi seemed to have gone mad.

His hands danced wildly in mid-air, as if he were playing a piano or plucking musical strings.

His eyes were vacant, but his face was filled with fanaticism.

Some staff members, concerned, wanted to step forward and inquire about the situation.

But Xi Zhi's assistant stopped others from disturbing him.

He knew that the teacher had fallen into an extreme fantasy.

This is a realm that countless great musicians have frantically sought but have never been able to attain.

That's what genius and madness are all about—it's just a matter of a single thought.

And now, he seems to have vaguely touched upon a glimpse of the world he has always wanted to pursue in the child's singing.

...

Inside the hospital,

Not just the ward for gifted individuals,

Even among ordinary people, parents of children with autism or other mental illnesses are constantly asking about it.

Is the child sleeping?

Does this child's singing have some special effect?

The doctors who were questioned smiled and told the patients that it was actually just a regular concert.

But deep down they knew something was definitely wrong, and they were very curious about it.

They weren't fools; of course they could sense that unusual power.

These patients are unaware, but aren't those working in the field also aware?

This child's singing is more than just powerful in its ability to soothe these patients.

After all, even ordinary healers can achieve this level of skill.

Most importantly, this child's singing voice can influence viewers in front of their television sets through the most ordinary and common medium like television.

This is incredible.

The medical staff discussing this at the nurses' station exchanged glances.

Something is about to change.

...

Because they had hired several big-name resident singers, Inkawa, whose concert ended two hours later than Sukuno's, was quite satisfied.

He played better than ever before today.

Those predecessors together pushed the interests of the people to an unprecedented level.

He saw it.

That number was just a hair's breadth away from breaking the all-time high.

He couldn't believe that someone who had achieved this level of skill could lose to that guy.

The audience at the scene was more enthusiastic than ever before.

After a perfect ending, Mo Shuize returned backstage in high spirits.

Along the way, staff members congratulated him with smiles.

Mo Shuize understood what they meant.

He should become the strongest figure in this galaxy.

He changed his clothes and then, with his assistant and the resident guests, went to the celebration room that had been reserved in advance.

It was very late when he finished.

But unexpectedly, his agent looked very serious when he got back to the van.

Mo Shize was somewhat puzzled.

"Sister Peng, what's wrong?"

Sister Peng trembled upon hearing Mo Shuize's voice.

Mo Shuize frowned.

"Sister Peng, what's wrong?"

Could it be that some of his dirty secrets have been exposed?

Is he backed by a wealthy patron, or is he bullying a few newcomers?

But these are things we're used to doing; we can just pay a little money to cover them up.

Is it necessary to look like this?

Sister Peng's mental fortitude is really too weak.

It's time to replace her.

The ink, however, remained silent as it pondered.