The stage lights suddenly went out.
Suddenly lit up, dark blue and pure white converged, as if mistakenly entering an icy snowy world.
A streak of silver figure approached from afar, casting a shadow on her, shrouding her in a layer of mist.
Long hair and hips, faintly gray, scattered in the silver light of the water, the woman's skin is white, so white that it's almost ethereal, even her lip color is pale as ice and snow, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
She is a stunning beauty who can dazzle people just by standing there.
The barrage also brought up a strange wind: "6666" became the password for passing through.
"Sister is so tall!"
“666666666666666”
"Doesn't anyone know who Number Seven is?!"
Nobody knows.
Number seven, start singing.
A strand of long hair was blown up by a sudden gust of wind, and a low whispering voice sounded, "Let it go, let it go..."
Her clear and transparent voice, with a hint of melancholy and helplessness, flowed smoothly, whispering in the ear, sinking into the heart. As soon as she opened her mouth, no one noticed her figure or status anymore. Her voice seemed to have a natural magic that made people unable to resist, being drawn in, following her through the gloomy past. The high-pitched sound suddenly burst out, straight into the sky, carrying an enthusiastic and transcendent power that broke free from all shackles and constraints, containing unstoppable strength, breaking everything, returning to everything.
We were abandoned by life, so we pretended to abandon life first.
We abandoned life, but found ourselves in the twists and turns.
Hardship cannot stop me, even if I struggle to survive.
Freedom, freedom.
Life, life.
As the last note faded away, both in front of and behind the screen fell into a dead silence.
It was as if someone had suddenly pressed the mute button, and everyone's eyes were brimming with tears, shocked, moved, and courageous in their hearts, yet unable to speak.
Just as Jiang Xi bowed to thank the audience, a sudden burst of applause erupted from the stadium, more than any previous contestant, all at once, as if only in this way could the heart that had jumped out of his chest be put back in place.
The barrage also went from silence to madness, brushing extremely fast.
Everyone is asking: Who is No. 7?
It seems like nobody knows.
Bystanders directly turned into fans, and most of the wall-top fans even betrayed, saying: "I want to vote for Miss No. 7!"
"Dead girl's film."
In the darkness, Tang Gu rubbed his sour eyes and cursed with a smile.
Next to him, the newly appointed Moe brother Li Huai was now crying with a runny nose and tears: "Shui Shui is so awesome."
Lu Hao sat in front of the screen, quietly moistening his eyes, and thought: So, so...
But he couldn't say what it was originally.
It just feels like that heart is being tightly grasped by a hand, aching and throbbing.
This is a song that almost everyone knows, everyone will hum a few sentences, but again everyone sings badly, lacks skill, and has a narrow range, and will sing out a "four not like".
Jiang Xi did it.
Her dazzling high-pitched explosion, in the eyes of insiders, is a profound foundation, and well-known musicians can't find any flaws; but what really determines the height of a song is absolutely not just technique, at least not just technique. Jiang Xi pours her entire life into it, giving it depth, giving it fullness... giving it life.
To move others, you must first be moved yourself.
Jiang Xi stepped down with red-rimmed eyes.
She never thought that in a brief moment on stage, it was as if she had reviewed her entire past life - and precisely because of this, the impact caused by this song is enormous.
Music has no borders.
In this world where piracy runs rampant and fame is all about showmanship, it desperately needs music that can shock people's hearts - even if it's just a cover song.
After people reacted, they frantically recommended it, and some who had previously heard Sanqian Shui sing raised doubts:
"What makes me think this sounds like the voice of Sanqian Shui?"
"Really?"
"Terrible."
"Likewise terrifying."
No matter how many people are unwilling to believe, after comparing the two audio clips before, no one can deny: Sanqian Shui's voice is too special, clear and seductive at the same time, shocking when melancholic, heart-wrenching when nostalgic.
These three songs with completely different styles all come from one voice.
Others may imitate but can't replicate.
"Didn't those who said it was lip-synced and pre-recorded get slapped in the face?"
"Slap in the face 1."
Slap in the face 2.
"Have you forgotten that they have a powerful backer? Someone came out to disagree and put up Chu's personal data, specifically noting: The main sponsor of this fake masked singer."
The roadman fans of Jiang Xi have been silenced again.
Even if the sound of three thousand waters is real, and the song is real, but if it's a recording studio that has been tuned, compared to these live performances, it's unfair - just like comparing a high-end Rolls-Royce with a low-end Audi.
Who can stand up for a woman who has risen to power through improper means?
Tang Gu looked at Li Huai, who was tapping away on his pad with a look of righteous indignation. He walked over to take a look and saw that an account named "Shui Shui" was enthusiastically arguing with some online trolls.
"It's probably Sanqian Shuiben himself upstairs."
"I agree."
Li Huai was about to jump again, but he couldn't help rolling his eyes: "What's the point of arguing with these keyboard warriors? They'll be ashamed soon enough."
"Brother Tang?"
Li Huai suddenly turned into a bootlicker: "Tell me about your plans?"
Tang Gu sold the guanzi, only hinting at him to continue watching the performance on stage.
Only the No. 7 Ziyu was in front, and afterwards, no matter how fancy or good-looking the performance was, the audience's enthusiasm seemed to be withdrawn, except for the fans who applauded enthusiastically, the whole stadium looked very deserted.
It wasn't until the 1688 election that things started to get lively again.
In line with the organizer's adherence to the principles of fairness, justice and openness, the voting process is also completely transparent.
"Please welcome all contestants on stage!"
Jiang Xi bore the weight of fifteen pairs of strange gazes and silently stepped onto the stage.
The numbers one through sixteen were lined up in a row, but at number seven, both sides simultaneously left out a large section.
Singers with both looks and talent have already gone to the entertainment industry to make a name for themselves. Those who continue to stay in the anchor circle just to make a living, either lack the looks or the figure, and overall, they always fall short by a little bit.
Qu Yun glared at her gloomily and deeply resented his own bad luck.
She is number six, except for the neck not being long enough, her figure proportion is not bad either. Standing next to number seven, she suddenly became a head shorter. Originally looking quite decent, now she looks like a country bumpkin.
Not white, also not tall.
The barrage has now become a group ridicule.
"Isn't this a slap in the face? Previously, fans were blowing trumpets about how beautiful and long-legged she was, with great temperament. Has this boasting been shattered now?"
"Seriously, regardless of appearance, Sanqi's legs are incredibly long, the profile says 169, but I think it's more than that? And looking at Quyi's 168... how can they be so endearing?"
"Are those upstairs the water army invited by Sanqian Water? At least we are a family of scholars, not like some cheap people who rise to power through hidden rules!" (Attached pictures)
"Qū fěn zhēn yǒu qù, nǐ gēn tā bǐ xiàng mào ba, tā gēn nǐ bǐ cái huá; nǐ gēn tā bǐ cái huá ba, tā yòu gēn nǐ bǐ jiā dǐ."
Translation: "Qufan is really interesting. Compare looks with her and she'll compare talent with you; compare talent with him and she'll compare family background with you."
Chen Qi watched this quarrel from start to finish.
She was a music student, and she knew what music represented - it was a song in her heart. The melody hadn't moved her one bit, but Jiang Xi's song had truly touched her deeply.
She saw the heaviness and struggle of Jiang Xi in the song, the darkness and hardship, as well as freedom and hope, but never a hint of vulgarity.
Chen Qi couldn't help but feel a little skeptical: perhaps what people see isn't necessarily true?
Once a person has doubts, they will go in search of clues to seek or prove or overturn evidence from the iron-clad facts.
Just like the countless audience behind the computer screen who were moved by Jiangxi, they also tried to find the truth from the overwhelming black materials.
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The vote counting has already started on stage.
Eight live streaming platforms, sixteen contestants, each one's heart is racing with excitement.
Tai Xia Tang Yu couldn't help but clench his fists, secretly sweating for Jiang Xi. Li Huai was muttering to himself on the side, "Water will definitely pass, water will definitely pass..."
Like a buzzing eagle, but at this time, Tōkō didn't even bother to find him annoying, intently watching the stage.
Sixteen bar charts are chasing each other, Lin Yufei is far ahead, showing the vast number of fan base, and the remaining twelve people are competing on the same level.
Three thousand waters...
At the bottom.
Jiang Xi remained calm and quiet throughout, without even moving his toes.
It seems like nothing in this world can affect her.
Qu Yun glanced at her strangely, but then thought that the three thousand waters were destined to be eliminated, and felt sorry for her.
A young chick, how would it know the ins and outs of the host world?
It's all because she is too silly and too naive.
Last night's photos were taken, and the other party contacted her assistant. She spent a whole 1 million to buy back all the negatives.
Three thousand waters come from unknown origins, and may not necessarily be a strong competitor. Quyi suddenly turned around and blackened him, and the blurry pictures that were spread out by the public relations team were pushed several times. Three thousand waters immediately became a street rat, with everyone shouting to beat him up.
A black powder blogger, with such a poor relationship with passersby, who else would she slander if not her?
Half moved and half comforted, thinking that after a while, I still have to give the public relations team another bonus.
Voting is about to close.
Compared to other anchors who easily get tens of thousands, or even millions like Qu Yi, San Shui only got a meager 8,000 votes - among which 2,000 were bought by Tang Gu himself.
The outcome was almost without suspense.
She withdrew her gaze.
At this moment, the 3,000 water column chart that had been still suddenly skyrocketed, as if it had been injected with chicken blood and erupted!
80,000, 100,000, 500,000, 1,000,000, 2,000,000, 3,000,000...
"......800,000! Congratulations, Sanqian Shui!"
Qū yī yī měng de tái tóu, què jiàn dào páng biān yì zhí bù jiàn dòng jìng de sān qiān shuǐ tū rán wāi le wāi nǎo dài, cháo tā gōu le gōu zuǐ jiǎo: "duō xiè."
That smile is even a little cute and playful, just like an innocent child.
As soon as he saw the column chart of Sanqian Shui on the big screen, it suddenly exceeded seventh and entered sixth.
Voting time has ended.
The eighth, who had been expected to advance, immediately protested in a sharp voice that almost pierced the eardrum:
"I protest! The data of contestant No. 7 is rising too quickly, which is unreasonable, and I suggest a thorough investigation!"
But by then, it had already been all over the internet.
Just as Jiang Xi predicted, in this world, there are not always people who follow the crowd like fools, but also a large number of intelligent and sober smart people.
The data of Sanqian Water and the data that Quyi had leaked were put together for comparison, including an interview with Chu Tian in the past.
"Zhu Tian is 178cm tall, San Qian Shui is 168cm, although the video is blurry, she's also wearing high heels, how can San Qian Shui only reach Zhu Tian's shoulder?"
"High heels are a classic style for Yohji Yamamoto, and Qi Wei once wore them in a live broadcast, link here, no need to thank."
"A certain female idol's pure and innocent image has collapsed, her fans downstairs are in an uproar, the owner of the post has gone into hiding."
No matter how fans of Quan Yifeng defend her, passersby are more likely to believe what they see with their own eyes - especially when the evidence is clear and irrefutable.
Especially after being forwarded by several bloggers who have always been highly credible, the hidden rule of "spilling dirty water" was almost immediately confirmed.
The crowd who had been misled by the rumors about Jiang Xi felt deceived, and those who had followed suit in criticizing him felt guilty. With the touching music of "3000 Water", feelings of guilt, anger, and complexity collided, ultimately turning into a huge liking for Jiang Xi, along with enthusiasm for voting.
Then there was a rebound in voting results.
It's ironic that this group of fans who have experienced following the trend of hating blacks and then redeeming themselves will become Jiang Xi's first batch of fans and also his most loyal and steadfast fan force in the future.
Also known as, another kind of die-hard fan.
There is no one in this world who is thoroughly bad.
The vast majority are ordinary people, without extraordinary wisdom, who can dig out the truth from the overwhelming information, but have endless ambition to stretch justice, and also have simple kindness to correct mistakes - not good enough, but absolutely not bad enough.
Li Miao responded to the original eighth ticket appeal, emphasizing: "The voting results absolutely conform to the principles of fairness, justice and openness."
Jiang Xi curved his mouth, and his eyes hidden under the mask seemed like transparent black crystals.
"Now, let's reveal the masks of the eight contestants who have qualified for the next round."
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