"ah?"

Could I have actually guessed right?

Wearing exaggerated earrings, Chen Shuxian couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise.

"Teacher Zheng Tianji...did he offend Wang Yueheng at some point?"

Upon seeing the song title, even Kao Sheng-mei, the queen of Taiwanese pop music, was taken aback.

A rising star singer from mainland China actually called a senior judge a "scoundrel" on stage!

This must be a huge personal grudge!

The production team, especially Teacher He, who is known for being a nice guy.

How could such a song be allowed to be taken directly to the stage by Wang Yueheng?

"Uh, let's listen to the music first, let's listen to the music first."

"Perhaps there's some misunderstanding..."

Zheng Tianji was also taken aback by Wang Yueheng's sudden song title.

He sat calmly in the chair, offering an awkward smile.

"This song title is no different from calling Mr. Zheng Tianji a scumbag to his face..."

Wearing a tight-fitting long dress and sitting in the VIP audience seats, Brigitte Zhou couldn't help but smile on her elegant and delicate oval face.

However, as a fan of Wang Yueheng.

I witnessed the exchange between He Jiong and Wang Yueheng just now.

She quickly realized that the other person would never sing this song so casually.

There must be a special reason behind it!

"What is this guy up to?"

"It seems Wu Yangming was right. Wang Yueheng is doomed to fail this time, whether he wants to or not!"

Sitting in his office, Zhu Zhiheng stared at the word "scoundrel" on the video screen.

His face, which had been full of anger, couldn't help but show a look of confusion.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of immense excitement welled up within me.

This is a perfect example of playing with fire and getting burned!

It's one thing if the song is poorly written and performed on the spot.

He even had to mock veteran Hong Kong stars on stage.

Do you really think that a washed-up superstar is no longer a superstar?

Believe it or not, Zheng Tianji's fans could kill you with just one spit from each of them!

Zhu Zhiheng had already made up his mind.

Even at the risk of copyright infringement, they still released the video of Wang Yueheng's live performance recorded by their subordinate Wu Yangming.

A mediocre song with an unremarkable live arrangement and performance.

In addition, Wang Yueheng openly mocked the music scene, despite being a senior figure in the Hong Kong music scene.

That's enough to shatter half of his perfect image!

...

"Ding ding dong~"

Amidst the questioning gazes and uproar of the crowd at the scene.

Wang Yueheng sat calmly at the piano, placing his ten fingers on the gleaming keys and gently striking them.

As easily as walking or drinking water, he can play a piano at a level that ordinary people cannot reach even after practicing for twenty or thirty years.

As the melodious piano music began.

The chatter and noise from the hundreds of spectators quickly subsided.

I occasionally get drunk and really enjoy the freedom.

"Often makes mistakes, lies, but always feels guilty."

"Having met many bad friends, I've learned to be fickle and easily bored."

"I've also owed many women..."

When Wang Yueheng sang a deep and sentimental Cantonese song while playing the guitar.

The simplified Chinese lyrics appeared on the background screen.

People who were initially skeptical of the song were suddenly drawn in by its deep and mature voice.

The audience below the stage all looked up in a daze, staring at Wang Yueheng sitting in front of the piano.

It's hard to imagine that lyrics describing a "bad kid" would come from the mouth of a "model student."

Zhang Chengyou and others were initially worried that Wang Yueheng would write some "outrageous" song.

Upon hearing the first verse of the melody.

My previously tense heart immediately relaxed by half.

Based on that voice and the melody of the song alone, there's no reason to doubt that he wrote the song specifically to make fun of Zheng Tianji.

Instead, it's as if Wang Yueheng's voice tells the story of Zheng Tianji's youth.

"Afraid that marriage will only lead to a three-minute promise"