Wow~

"That feels so good!"

"That voice is absolutely captivating!"

"Trembling with resentment, roaring in despair!"

"Not a single word mentions perseverance, yet every sentence is inspiring!"...

The roaring vocals and stirring melody caused the audience to widen their eyes and clench their fists almost instantly.

Even the audience members outside the venue were thrilled.

I wish I could smash the keyboard in my hand to cheer for Wang Yueheng.

The swirling snowflakes reflected their most intense emotions at that moment!

As Wang Yueheng finished singing a chorus.

What followed was a thrilling band performance, as exciting as a blizzard.

Every piano note and guitar melody, along with the storm, sweeps through people's hearts.

Wang Yueheng's passionate and unrestrained Cantonese singing also made the band members behind him feel a surge of excitement.

Staring intently at the sheet music for "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies" laid out in front of him, he devoted himself to playing it.

Apart from keyboardist Xue Zengxian.

Drum set, guitar, violin... The band members responsible for providing live accompaniment were all surprised to find.

The musical instruments and equipment in my hands seem to have undergone some kind of evolution in an instant.

The musical effect produced is completely different from before!

While wholeheartedly playing their instruments to accompany Wang Yueheng, the band members subconsciously had a guess pop into their minds.

Could it be that Wang Yueheng's composition was so good that I was having a delusion?

I feel that the quality of the musical instruments in my hands has been elevated along with them.

So much so that when the spotlight shines on them.

The band members all had a misconception.

It felt as if I had become a member of Wang Yueheng's personal band, performing on stage.

Also one of the main characters in this performance...

...

"Still free and true to myself"

"Sing my song forever"

"Travel thousands of miles..."

Holding the microphone, Wang Yueheng raised his head and continued to roar with a trembling voice.

Every sound struck a chord with the twenty professional judges from the three regions.

The Hong Kong singers who were originally waiting to see the joke were left speechless, feeling like they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.

Everyone seemed like a junior in the music industry.

Subconsciously, I looked up and watched Wang Yueheng's performance with reverence.

Forgive me for my untamed, unrestrained, and freedom-loving life.

"I'm also afraid that one day I'll fall down."

Anyone can betray their ideals.

"Why would I be afraid of a day when it's just you and me..."

The deafening singing continued to echo throughout the venue.

As he sang, Wang Yueheng, standing at the edge of the stage, pointed to the audience in front of him and then to himself.

Ah~~~

The atmosphere in the venue was once again pushed to a climax by Wang Yueheng's gesture of connecting hearts.

Countless people held up glow sticks and waved them vigorously in unison to his singing.

The scene resembled a snowfield shimmering with light amidst a cold, blizzard.

Everyone's face was filled with excitement.

"I understand why they cried..."

"This person truly deserves the title of 'God of Songs'..."

Zhang Chengyou, the oldest singer in the audience, born in the 1960s, murmured as he watched Wang Yueheng singing passionately on stage.

Especially after seeing the other party raise their right hand and point to the audience.

His eyes also began to gradually become moist at this moment.

Through Wang Yueheng's singing.

He seemed to see himself again, the same self who fell down time and time again, yet was unwilling to give up.

What are has-been singers and artists most afraid of?

What I fear most is being forgotten and ignored.

Their glory days are over.