Chapter 339 Abel's Lingering Fear

Follow your fate

Love and hate

Never fail to seize the day

But don’t give yourself away”

Shen Yun's reverie gradually dissipated, because the male and female phantoms on the stage had evolved from being together to drifting apart.

At that moment, she suddenly felt like crying.

But Shen Yun did not forget that she was still standing on the stage, only her eyes were gradually becoming misty, making her vision blurry.

She slowly closed her eyes, not because she couldn't bear to look, nor because she didn't want to, but because at this moment, she was already powerless to control herself.

"Xiao Rui is rubbing salt into the wound."

Watching the live stream, Zheng Jing felt extremely uncomfortable.

In fact, when she saw the two lifelike figures on the stage, she was completely distraught.

"Lin Ming?"

Luo Qi looked at Zheng Jing thoughtfully.

Zheng Jing didn't say anything, she just nodded. At this moment, she looked at the camera with a worried expression, and didn't dare to look away.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing. Don't forget that Youlin had a similar situation last time."

Luo Qi offered words of comfort.

"You know that it's about the unity of mind and voice, and it's really hard to get into that state."

Zheng Jing had no hope at all. The state of being able to express one's true feelings is something that singers can only dream of. Looking at the music industry, there aren't many singers who can reach that state, let alone standing on stage in front of thousands of audience members!

However, deep down, Zheng Jing still held a sliver of hope and kept praying in her heart.

Oh when the night falls

And you are alone

In your deepest sleep what

Are you dreaming of

Huh?!

Both Zheng Jing and Luo Qi looked puzzled.

In the footage, Shen Yun had already closed her eyes. Holding a microphone, she stepped towards the center of the stage, facing the female phantom.

But what truly surprised and puzzled them was that Shen Yun had actually merged with the female phantom at this moment.

Is this due to an extraordinary memory?

Or is it just a coincidence?

Something's not right!

When she heard the rising cadence at the end of the song, Luo Qi suddenly stood up!

Not only her, but all the professionals who paid attention to this event, and even the ten judges sitting on the judging panel, showed surprise.

How is this possible?!

"My skin's still burning from your touch

Oh, I just can't get enough.

I said I wouldn't ask for much

But your eyes are dangerous”

On the judges' panel, the two female judges suddenly took a deep breath.

Their eyes flickered from time to time, their vision was slightly clouded, and their hands had somehow become supportive, holding their chins. At this moment, they seemed to be completely absorbed in the performance, looking at Shen Yun singing on the stage with deep affection, listening to the stories in the song, or perhaps reminiscing.

If the judges are like this, what about the audience?

Whether in China or overseas, a large number of female viewers are now lost in the reverie created by the song.

"Don't tell me that Shen Yun has really entered a state of perfect harmony between mind and voice."

Looking at Luo Qi's unusual behavior, Zheng Jing felt a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

"You said it yourself, being able to enter the 'shared voice' system isn't something you can just do at will."

Seeing Zheng Jing's disappointed expression, Luo Qi looked at Shen Yun under the lens of her glasses again and smiled mysteriously: "But you don't need to worry, because Shen Yun is currently performing beyond her normal level!"

"Exceptional performance?"

Zheng Jing's dejection vanished instantly, replaced by excitement: "Really?"

"Of course, as you know, whether a singer can sing a song well depends not only on their exceptional singing skills but also on their emotional expression."

Luo Qi pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know what level Shen Yun's emotional expression has reached now, but if ten is a perfect score, she should be able to reach nine point nine, or even a perfect score!"

“So the thought keep spinning in my head

Can we drop this masquerade

I can't predict where it ends

If you are the rock I'll crush against"

gentle!

Shen Yun's voice gradually changed, not abruptly, the whole transformation was smooth and natural, and unless you are extremely picky about voices, you would not be able to tell at all.

The song, imbued with profound thoughts, reveals the tenderness of women, yet it evokes a sense of pity and affection, as if releasing a mysterious magic that compels listeners, regardless of gender, to calm down and become devoted listeners.

This is a sure thing!

This is not the evaluation of one person, but of a group of prominent figures in China, and even a group of influential people in the art world.

At this year's World Arts Competition, no one expected that the surprise for Shenzhou would come not from the contestants they knew and favored, but from two unknown artists from Tianrui Entertainment!

What enabled them to defy fate?!

A young face, slightly made up, involuntarily came to mind for everyone…

Life is fleeting.

Trapped in a crowd

The music is loud

I said I love my freedom too

…

Better quit while you're ahead

Now I'm not so sure I am

…”

Whether at the venue or watching the live stream, the audience listened quietly to Shen Yun's performance. The full-throttle emotional outpouring was truly captivating!

Shen Yun at this moment profoundly interprets why women are made of water and why they are as gentle as water.

No one cared anymore whether Shen Yun could advance. Even Zheng Jing quieted down and listened attentively to the story in Shen Yun's song.

As the thunderous applause gradually subsided, Shen Yun ultimately achieved a score of 9.1.

The score wasn't high, but it wasn't low either!

Although there is no guarantee of advancing yet, as long as we don't make any mistakes in the afternoon's match, we have almost a 90% chance of making it to the finals!

"Is this another song by Fusheng?"

Miranda swirled the wine in her glass, a smug smile playing on her lips: "Abel, I must remind you, Fusheng's vote count is getting closer and closer to Nice's."

Abel's face was quite ugly, and he snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Let's make it clear first, if Nice doesn't ultimately win the Best Contribution Award, we won't allow refunds."

Miranda, as always, brought up topics she didn't want to discuss.

"I don't need you to keep reminding me."

Abel glared at Miranda with a dark expression: "I stand by my word. Do you think I'm a person without integrity?"

"Of course not, and it's best if it isn't."