Chapter 25
Soon, the second round of recording began.
Song Shiyu sat in the position with the best view in the audience, which was specially arranged by the program team after they learned that he was coming.
The organizer tried to come over several times to greet him, but Song Shiyu politely and firmly refused. His gaze lingered only on one person.
Ji Zhiqi was the final contestant of this episode. When the stage lights suddenly focused on him, even though Song Shiyu was already familiar with his every look, his heart was still gripped and shocked.
Ji Zhiqi wore a well-tailored black top with a simple deep V-neck silk shirt underneath, which vaguely outlined the lines of his firm chest muscles.
She wore slim-fit jeans with ripped designs that covered her straight long legs, and a pair of thick-soled Martin boots on her feet added to her unruly look.
His 190cm height makes him a natural standout on stage. At this moment, he is standing behind a shining silver drum set, holding drumsticks in his hands, and adjusting the microphone in front of him with his head slightly tilted.
The light cast a cold halo on him, making his face, which combined exquisiteness and heroism, look like a god - deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, perfect lip shape, and sharp jawline.
This is a kind of beauty that transcends gender and is extremely impactful. It is both aggressively handsome and breathtakingly beautiful.
He just stood there and hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the whole audience erupted in thunderous screams.
The fans were shouting at the top of their lungs
"Ji Zhiqi! Brother! Look at me!"
"Hubby! So handsome!"
"Ahhh Daddy! Kill me!"
The frenzied atmosphere almost blew the roof off the recording studio.
Song Shiyu was sitting in the audience, listening to these bold and direct nicknames, his ears felt slightly hot, and he was stunned but also a little funny. The way fans nowadays express their love is really... passionate and unrestrained.
As the prelude of the music sounded, Ji Zhiqi's eyes instantly became focused and full of power.
He is not only the lead singer, but also the rhythm controller of the performance.
When his singing breaks out, his voice is high-pitched and clear, and when he plays the drums, it is full of power and rhythm. His body language is full of tension, and every movement is precisely in time. Sweat flies with his movements, shining like broken diamonds under the lights.
He perfectly integrated vocals and performance, bringing an audio-visual feast.
During the entire performance, Song Shiyu could clearly feel that Ji Zhiqi's gaze swept across the area where he was several times.
That look seemed to confirm his presence, and seemed to silently share the glory of the stage with him.
Song Shiyu felt sweet in her heart, but also a little nervous, fearing that her presence would distract Ji Zhiqi.
Fortunately, Ji Zhiqi's professionalism was impeccable and the performance was a complete success.
There is no doubt that Ji Zhiqi once again won the first place in this round with absolute advantage.
After the results were announced, Song Shiyu did not join in the fun, but quietly left the table early.
He specially prepared a bouquet of flowers for celebration - not gaudy roses, but a bouquet made up of white tulips, light blue hydrangeas and a few scattered delphiniums. It was fresh and elegant, just like the image of Ji Zhiqi in his mind.
He came to the backstage lounge with a bouquet of flowers, but found that the door was ajar and not closed tightly, and there were bodyguards guarding outside.
Just as he was about to push the door open, he stopped in his tracks when he heard a heated argument from inside.
A middle-aged man's low voice, suppressed with anger, was the first to come: "Ji Zhiqi, you must come back with me right now!"
Ji Zhiqi responded coldly and decisively: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? I won't go back."
"How many times do you want me to say it!"
The middle-aged man's voice suddenly rose, with unquestionable authority.
"How many times do you want me to say it? This so-called 'career' of yours, singing? Singing? What can it bring you? Will it allow you to inherit a family fortune worth tens of billions, or will it allow you to hold power and stand at the real top?" The man's words were full of contempt and ridicule.
"I love my profession, why do you look down on it?!"
Ji Zhiqi's voice trembled slightly with excitement. "I said, I will never go back even if I die! From the moment you killed my mother, there is no longer any relationship between you and me!"
"Asshole!"
The man seemed completely enraged, his voice filled with ruthlessness, "As long as I'm alive, you will always be my, Ji Wei's, son! Can you sever our bloodline so easily? If you insist on not changing your ways, you can always try. I have plenty of ways to make sure you can't survive!"
Hearing this, Song Shiyu's eyes flashed and he no longer hesitated.
He adjusted his breathing, held the bouquet of flowers, and calmly pushed the door open, as if he had just arrived and was unaware of the previous quarrel.
He placed the bouquet of carefully selected flowers on the coffee table in the middle, and said calmly: "Mr. Ji, nice to meet you." His gaze turned to Ji Wei, who was standing in the middle of the room with a grim face.
When Ji Wei saw Song Shiyu, his pupils shrank slightly, new and old hatreds surged in his heart, and his face became even uglier: "Song Shiyu? Why are you here?"
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