Chapter 26 Ghost on Variety Show (8)
The first round of the three-minute impromptu performance to snatch points from opponents was a competition between Lin Wang and Jiang Huoda.
Lin Wang was very confident. He sincerely looked down on singers like Jiang Huoda, who relied on one song for their entire lives. The moment the music started and he opened his mouth, Lin Wang's face suddenly turned pale. He couldn't sing or make a sound, and he couldn't stop the unpleasant "ho" sound from his throat.
A feeling of suffocation came over him, his eyes widened, and it seemed as if a pair of hands were tightly pinching his neck. He was on the verge of death, sweating profusely, and his legs were weak. It was only by willpower that he did not fall to his knees.
The public who did not know the truth just thought that this was Lin Wang's stage mistake. Some expressed concern, some scolded him, and some even mocked Lin Wang for standing there stupidly, thinking that his brain was stuck.
The overall quality of the audience was quite high. There was no shouting or booing. They just waited silently for Lin Wang's performance.
As a singer, the more this happened, the more anxious and distressed Lin Wang felt. His vision darkened, and he gritted his teeth, persevering, trying again and again to find his voice and sing. He couldn't let down the audience below who were full of expectations and patience for him!
Lin Wang couldn't sing anymore.
Jiang Huoda, backstage, raised the corners of his mouth, then lowered them, pretending to be concerned as he asked around, "What's wrong with Lin Wang? Is the pressure of being eliminated too great? He's an excellent singer, but his mental state is a little lacking. He's still too young."
Lin Wang's younger brother, Lin Chi, looked so gloomy and embarrassed that he almost cried. "We, the Crazy Band, started out as a band in college, and later ended up playing in bars and on the streets. Lin Wang has more performance experience than you, Teacher Jiang."
Jiang Huoda was not angry, but said with a gentle smile: "Really? Judging from Lin Wang's performance, it doesn't seem like it."
Lin Chi clenched his fists silently.
Lou Sheng and Ying Zhisheng saw clearly that it was the little devil Bashuo who was lying on Lin Wang's back, with a sinister smile on his tender face, and he was strangling Lin Wang's neck tightly.
The ghost raised by Lin Wang, because he was not paid enough, just watched coldly as his master was strangled and on the verge of death.
A thunderclap boomed outside the stadium. Bashuo shuddered and quickly let go of Lin Wang, crawling back to find Lou Sheng instead of Jiang Huoda.
"Get out! Get away! Stay away from me! This thunder is going to strike you, why are you looking for me?"
Ying Zhisheng had a cold expression on his face, leaning forward to block the way between Bashuo and Lou Sheng. His forehead was furrowed, and his lips were pursed, looking rather fierce.
"Lou Sheng, eat him."
Lou Sheng turned around in shock, "Huh?"
"Can't ghosts eat ghosts? If he wants to harm you, just eat him." Ying Zhisheng turned his back to Lou Sheng, staring at Bashuo who was hesitating with gloomy and cold eyes.
Lou Sheng leaned closer, observing Ying Zhisheng's expression. Ying Zhisheng couldn't help but look away, his eyes sweeping over Ba Shuo, who stood there aggrieved and about to cry, and said, "I'm just giving you some advice. It's up to you whether you listen to it or not."
After confirming there was no thunder, Lou Sheng happily stroked Ying Zhisheng's curly hair. When he found nothing, he smiled indifferently and said, "Don't be upset, big star. You'll be competing with Sun Qing soon, so relax and prepare yourself."
After saying that, Lou Sheng grabbed Bashuo by the back of his collar and took him away for interrogation. He wanted to find out what this kid's intentions were.
After walking a few steps, Lou Sheng came back to Ying Zhisheng and asked for help: "This is a Thai ghost, it's impossible to communicate. Ying Zhisheng, please use your phone to translate for me."
Ying Zhisheng chuckled very softly, took out his cell phone with a slightly bent finger, and walked towards the exclusive lounge with the two ghosts.
Indoors, Lou Sheng, relying on his height, looked down at me and asked fiercely, "Little ghost, you were just struck by lightning, why did you run towards me?"
Bashuo's eyes sparkled and he chattered a lot. In short, Lou Sheng was a hero in his eyes and could save him.
Lou Sheng thought that the little boy was only eight years old and would not be able to rest in peace after death because he was being raised by Jiang Huoda. Feeling sorry for him, he tapped his head madly as a warning.
Ying Zhisheng, who had been listening silently, suddenly spoke up: "Lou Sheng, what will you do if this thunder really strikes?"
"Just run." Lou Sheng is not stupid.
Ying Zhisheng already knew the strict rules governing the harmonious coexistence of ghosts and humans in this world. He mused, "In this case, there's actually a better way."
Lou Sheng finally shifted his attention to Ying Zhisheng and asked curiously, "What method?" Thunder was chasing after him and striking him from behind. If he didn't run at this time, how could he possibly avoid it unless he could burrow underground.
Ying Zhisheng's eyelids twitched rapidly, his body unable to control the surge of emotion. He spoke word by word, "Hold me tight. If you can't run away, hold me tight."
"You're crazy." Lou Sheng scolded him directly, "I held you so tightly. When you loved watching idol dramas in school, I knew you were not very smart. You still held me at the critical moment of life and death." This was the first time he saw someone rushing to be struck by lightning.
Ying Zhisheng whispered back, "You said it yourself, that if a ghost hurts someone, they'll be struck by lightning. If the heavens punish ghosts by hurting people, what's the point of doing that?"
There is a bug in the card.
Lou Sheng ignored him and squatted down to chat with Bashuo in sign language, with his butt facing Ying Zhisheng.
Ying Zhisheng glanced at the two ghosts, then after careful consideration admitted that his thoughts had been somewhat extreme. He bent down to reconcile with Lou Sheng, subconsciously reaching out to pat his shoulder, but was mercilessly passed through. His whole body trembled, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed. Ying Zhisheng stared at his palm in a daze, unable to recover.
Lou Sheng turned around and asked him, "What do you want from me?"
The powerful sense of separation caused by the collision between reality and illusion, existence and nothingness, tore at Ying Zhisheng's internal organs. He, who had been praised by professionals for his iron lung, now found it difficult to breathe, his throat so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
Lou Sheng noticed his dejected state and sighed, "Ah, I didn't expect you to be so unable to accept the news of my death. You didn't contact me for so many years, I thought you really hated me."
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Lin Wang's failure will be nailed to the pillar of shame and become a stepping stone for Jiang Huoda to gain recognition from the outside world.
The current online consensus is that Lin Wang was unable to sing because he lacked confidence and was under too much pressure in front of Jiang Huoda. With so many people saying this, the unanimous consensus became the "truth," prompting widespread ridicule and meme-making. Few people cared about the torment and pain of this exceptional singer. This failure was practically breaking Lin Wang's pride, inch by inch.
When Lin Wang left the stage, he cried directly, kneeling on the ground and crying. Fortunately, the production team did not have the heart to film him, otherwise it would have become another major achievement of Jiang Huoda.
Lou Sheng felt a little uncomfortable, so he pulled Bashuo to Ying Zhisheng to cheer him on.
Sun Qing was the first challenger to perform, and he sang Ying Zhisheng's "Inequality of Restraint and Control". A smooth high note that lasted twelve seconds amazed everyone. After all, in everyone's perception, Sun Qing's skills were average, and his only strength was his stage performance.
After singing, Sun Qing panted slightly and gave Ying Zhisheng a provocative look. Then he quickly put his hands together and bowed, covering up the unfriendly feeling with a humble and polite look.
Lin Wang’s tragedy was still fresh in his mind, and Sun Qing couldn’t wait for Ying Zhisheng to fall from the altar so that he could create his own legend.
Ying Zhisheng's expression was stern. He took the microphone and whispered, "The song 'The Inequality of Restraint and Control' discusses the connection between the words 'restraint' and 'control'. It expresses the contradiction between self-control and rich emotions, the pain of being forced into helplessness and facing reality. This high note is also an outlet for outbursts. Don't sing it so cheerfully and excitedly."
Sun Qing's expression froze for a moment, and he quickly added, "Teacher Ying is right. It's my inability to fully understand this song."
No matter how malicious the situation may be behind the scenes, they must get along harmoniously in front of the audience.
As a courtesy, Ying Zhisheng directly selected Sun Qing's masterpiece, a pop song that was extremely demanding on the transition between true and false voice and breath control. Sun Qing's concerts avoided this song, always using a flashy stage to cover up his poor technique.
Netizens can always see through the trick and have often used this song to mock Sun Qing, saying that he is the prince that was promoted by the company with all its efforts.
Sun Qing could barely keep his smile on his face when Ying Zhisheng was about to sing this song. Too many comparisons flashed through his mind. Technical differences aside, Ying Zhisheng's voice was universally acknowledged as being undeniably beautiful.
No.
Ying Zhisheng couldn't sing it.
By then, he will be embarrassed and cry like Lin Wang, and be ridiculed by the whole network.
Sun Qing forced a smile. As the accompaniment sounded, he watched Ying Zhisheng adjust the microphone and earphones. He was so nervous that his heart was pounding, as if he was both expecting and feeling uneasy.
Ying Zhisheng lowered his eyes and stared at the corner in front of him on the right. He opened his lips slightly and let out a low, hoarse male voice. As soon as he spoke, Sun Qing lowered his head as if he had received a verdict.
Ying Zhisheng was watching in the corner. Lou Sheng stuffed the baby ghost raised by Sun Qing into Bashuo's arms and listened to the song attentively.
Bashuo was at a loss. Seeing the baby crying non-stop, seemingly hungry, he looked around and hesitantly lifted his shirt...
"Are you crazy?!" Lou Sheng stopped him.
This is the disadvantage of language barrier. Bashuo thought Lou Sheng was coming in person, so he kindly took the ghost in his arms and handed it over to him.
Lou Sheng sneered: "I think you are really crazy."
Bashuo patiently coaxed the crying baby ghost, his childish face showing confusion and embarrassment. The thoughts of this powerful Chinese ghost were truly hard to guess.
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