Chapter 352: Swing to Your Heart's Content!

Live broadcasts always come with various risks; from the perspective of the program's final presentation, pre-recording is certainly safer, as any issues can be adjusted through post-production editing.

Then why have live broadcasts at all?

Or rather, given that live broadcasts largely offer lower quality than pre-recorded ones, why do so many people love watching them?

Because in this era of constantly developing and highly advanced media technology, where every frame can be made exquisitely beautiful, it is precisely under such circumstances that people crave authentic drama even more.

Compared to programs produced according to a script, they prefer the authentic sense of immediacy found in live broadcasts, where one never knows what situation might arise.

It is precisely for this reason that everyone became so excited when "Idol Era" proposed going live.

Pitch correction, editing... every resulting program looks good. Good as it may be, it always lacks something. What exactly is missing? Actually, not everyone has an answer, nor can everyone list one, two, three, four specific reasons.

Just like when a singer holds a concert, the live performance is never as perfect as the studio version, always influenced by various factors such as the singer's condition on the day of the performance and the singing environment, yet why do people still go to concerts? Or rather, why do so many people highly praise the live versions?

His mother said, "Actually, you quite liked singing when you were little, but later on, it seemed we rarely heard you sing anymore."

It truly was... a meeting on a narrow path. In the narrow corridor, there was no way to avoid each other.

He did not have many thoughts regarding his position on the semi-annual chart; ever since "Six People Walk" became a hit, his work focus had been shifting toward acting.

"Oh, understood," Wang Biao replied somewhat at a loss.

Lu Yanhe and the other two arrived at the backstage waiting area, coincidentally encountering Ma Zhiyuan and Chen Ziliang, who had just finished their performance, on this narrow path.

"Perform well." After speaking these four words, he left again.

His heart instantly relaxed, and he was no longer nervous. Ma Zhiyuan had specifically contacted Chen Ziliang to add this duet program precisely to counter the combined performance of Lu Yanhe and his two companions. He was not worried that his own popularity was inferior to Li Zhibai's; he only worried that Lu Yanhe's influence would provide a boost to Li Zhibai. Now it seemed he had worried unnecessarily; it was completely unwarranted.

Drama fans are just like that; rarely will they become interested in all your performances simply because they like the character you played.

So what is immediate?

Does Lu Yanhe's love for acting also stem from this aspect? Because one can hide behind the camera, making modifications and adjustments time and again.

However, Li Zhibai's "cool and aloof" style fit the song "Soul-Toppling" so perfectly, especially that "do whatever you want" attitude, that the moment he stepped onto the stage, he formed a powerful dominance over it.

The staff member shook his head, saying, "I don't know either."

He obtained several photos of himself performing the theme song of "Seventeen Layers" from Xu Fanxing and posted them on Weibo: "Tonight's one-quarter is complete. The theme song of 'Seventeen Layers' was originally sung by Zhibai; this time, I am performing it on 'Idol Era' to advertise our 'Seventeen Layers.' It is a very pleasant song full of a sense of destiny. Friends who like my version can go listen to Zhibai's version; those who don't like my version must go listen to Zhibai's version even more. Having been away from the stage for too long, I was a bit nervous, and encountering a live broadcast on top of that, I hope I haven't disappointed everyone."

"You guys—" Chen Ziliang was stunned for a moment, then, as if unable to hold it back any longer, covered his mouth, let out a loud laugh, pointed at them, and said, "What are you guys doing? A retro performance?"

He directly played his hand at this moment, making it clear to everyone that this song of his was merely a promotional task for "Seventeen Layers."

Yan Liang's search data surged across various platforms.

Li Zhibai's song possessed such stage presence.

—An explosion of hormones; because of your arrival, my soul is toppling.

The stage performance of "Young Battlefield" spread rapidly across major platforms; especially the shot of Yan Liang shedding a tear at the end was urgently paired by many self-media outlets with Yan Liang's efforts, struggles, and persistence over the years, re-edited into short videos focusing on an inspirational story of realizing dreams, touching the hearts of many.

There were no other backup dancers; there were only the three of them.

—My Cupid is screaming.

Just when everyone thought the rhythm was entering a frenzied phase, suddenly, the stage lighting changed, shifting from bright colors to dimness; Li Zhibai and all the dancers instantly slowed their movements, becoming slow motion.

Music, starlight, everything was romantic.

For an artist, lacking personality and failing to be remembered by everyone is an original sin. The entertainment circle Yan Liang experienced was different from the one Lu Yanhe and Li Zhibai experienced. When he went to act, others would mock him for not faring as well as his teammates. When he attended events, he would be treated coldly like a third-tier artist. He also knew he was not a particularly talented artist; he could not capture a massive fanbase through his own charm like Li Zhibai, nor could he write record-breaking scripts or be dubbed a "genius" for a single cameo in a movie like Lu Yanhe. He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who nevertheless wanted to pursue his own dreams.

If Yan Liang's performance of "Young Battlefield" was a confession of his mental journey over these past years, a high song sung under the spotlight, then Li Zhibai's "Soul-Toppling" was the comprehensive release of his wild, cool, and dazzling charm.

Cheers from the entire venue rose up like the sound of ocean waves.

"Don't stand aside in a daze; shout loudly together and say bye-bye to the lonely midnight."

After watching Li Zhibai's performance, Ma Zhiyuan realized one thing.

At this moment, a director's instruction suddenly came through the earpiece of the Camera No. 7 operator: "Follow him quickly, film him shedding tears!"

Chen Ziliang snorted coldly and stepped down using this excuse.

Zhou Ping'an looked deeply at Li Zhibai but, unusually, said nothing.

Holding his phone, Zhou Ping'an said, "This performance will very likely become the most indelible performance of Yan Liang's artistic career. Manager Ma, believe me, as long as you agree to specially approve a sum of promotional funding for me to let everyone see this performance, Yan Liang will have a second representative work. Such a representative work will bring us returns dozens of times over in the future."

Is the quality of Lu Yanhe's songwriting too low?

A blogger with three million followers wrote this sentence, which became a real-time trending Weibo post when searching for the keyword "Yan Liang."

Compared to Lu Yanhe and Li Zhibai, Yan Liang is not an artist who is easily seen by others.

They would soon know whether this was truly a "scam."

"What are you guys trying to do!" Zhou Ping'an, who had been hiding to the side, could no longer conceal himself; he appeared and grabbed Chen Ziliang.

Subsequently, approximately forty minutes after the broadcast began, Lu Yanhe made his entrance.

Lu Yanhe smiled and said nothing.

Li Zhibai glanced at him, his gaze cold and stern.

"It is your song now." Lu Yanhe smiled, hugged Yan Liang, and patted his back. "I have a premonition that tonight you will ascend to godhood."

The news of Lu Yanhe being admitted to Zhenhua became the biggest news of their high school entrance exam cohort; not a single Gao San student from that year was unaware of this news.

"Yanhe, wasn't it said that the song you are performing today is an original composition written by yourself?" he asked, looking at him sarcastically. "Why are you singing a song written by someone else?"

Yan Liang said, "That's an exaggeration."

The infectious power continuously strengthened the rhythmic impression amidst repeated chants of "Soul-Toppling."

Yan Liang nodded.

"Is this... Ma Zhiyuan specifically inviting Chen Ziliang to come and support him?"

Performing the theme song of "Seventeen Layers."

Before this, the styling of the three of them had never appeared before everyone, all for the sake of secrecy.

The stage lights blazed brightly, instantly shining with golden brilliance.

"Thump, thump!" Someone came knocking on the door.

Li Xiaobin was at a loss for words, saying, "Mom, I'm at school. You want me to participate in a talent show?"

Ma Zhiyuan angrily scolded, "Lu Yanhe, what do you mean?"

Their previous dialogue seemed like pre-scripted lines.

Yan Liang echoed in Lu Yanhe's heart.

Wrapped in darkness like waves, he heard for the first time on stage what he was singing.

"Right." Li Xiaobin nodded, somewhat at a loss for words. The artists Mom and Dad could remember were indeed Lu Yanhe, who had passed the exam to enter Zhenhua.

After receiving the promised permission, Zhou Ping'an sighed in relief and immediately clenched his fist.

He patted Chen Ziliang's shoulder and said, "Don't hold it against them. The audience will teach them a lesson."

His voice rang out from the microphone, directly cutting off the host's voice.

Lu Yanhe and the others stood up while the makeup team performed final checks and adjustments on them.

At this moment, both Lu Yanhe and Li Zhibai were deeply moved.

"Was this the program Ma Zhiyuan rehearsed on a temporary basis this morning?"

He immediately started trembling.

The conflict between Li Zhibai and Ma Zhiyuan was the biggest highlight of the evening.

At this moment, Li Zhibai instantly replied, "I can start anytime!"

Ma Zhiyuan smiled indifferently and said, "My stage has been polished for a long time; everything is ready, so no need to worry about me. You should worry about yourself instead. If you're going to sing someone else's song, just sing someone else's song. Why create the gimmick of writing three original songs outside? Now everyone feels deceived by you and is cursing you."

Now, the playback data for Yan Liang's performance stage had exceeded three million views across the entire network, surpassing Ma Zhiyuan's solo stage video by a margin.

He picked up the microphone and began to sing: "Today, I stand on this young battlefield, please give me a beam of love's light—"

If Li Xiaobin had harbored such doubts before, now he had completely put away his worries.

Li Zhibai: "What are you doing?"

The backstage of a live broadcast program is always as chaotic as a city center gridlocked during rush hour.

Like right now, like this very moment.

Others may not know Yan Liang's hardships, but they do.

In ten minutes, Yan Liang's performance will begin, followed immediately by Li Zhibai's.

"Idol Era" continued broadcasting.

So, this was also the first time Ma Zhiyuan and Chen Ziliang saw their styling.

Lu Yanhe was hurriedly led back to the lounge by Wang Biao, Zou Dong, and Xu Fanxing.

"When did Chen Ziliang arrive?" Li Zhibai asked the staff, "I haven't seen him all evening."

"Huh? Why is it Ma Zhiyuan again? And Chen Ziliang?" Yan Liang asked in surprise.

Within about five minutes, a batch of people appeared from nowhere, cursing Lu Yanhe as a liar—Didn't you say you wrote three songs in one breath? Is this the song you wrote?

His mother said nothing more.

As for what this topic was subtly implying, Lu Yanhe didn't even need to open it; he knew exactly what was being said in the comments section.

She had already established a working group with people from Star Entertainment's public relations department and brought a team to handle the situation tonight.

"Calm down, adjust your state." Yan Liang took a deep breath and said to the two of them.

Tell yourself, the road to success is still very long."

Especially the scene where thirteen people danced together and did the moonwalk; Lu Yanhe was shocked.

When Lu Yanhe was selecting songs, he felt "Young Battlefield" suited Yan Liang better.

Lu Yanhe believed only Yan Liang could sing out the persistence of striving for dreams in this song, and the silent perseverance behind youthful exuberance.

Tonight, he had a genuine feeling of enjoying the stage. This feeling was different from after every previous performance.

The advertisements ended.

It was the program staff, reminding them to go on stage.

Ma Zhiyuan took a deep breath and thought, Fortunately...

—Lu Yanhe's "Young Battlefield" and "Dizzy with Spirit" are truly awesome. Being good to listen to is secondary; the key is that these two songs are simply too perfect for Yan Liang and Li Zhibai. These are the songs most suited to them since their debut. Only Lu Yanhe could craft these two songs tailored specifically for them; someone who doesn't understand them couldn't write such emotions. Especially "Young Battlefield," I have a premonition that this song will become a crucial work in Yan Liang's career. It is completely a summary of Yan Liang since his debut and also his shout into the future.

The next performance program turned out to be Ma Zhiyuan and Chen Ziliang.

The two of them appeared on the television screen.

In terms of stage difficulty and complexity, his stage was absolutely impeccable, crushing Li Zhibai.

Chen Ziliang was scolded head-to-toe by Zhou Ping'an, which at least sobered him up a bit.

But Yan Liang said they would have increasingly fewer opportunities to perform together on stage.

But tonight, there was an overwhelming momentum—Yan Liang sang "Young Battlefield," using the least idol-like solo performance to firmly hold this stage.

He would sing here in the uninhabited wilderness, on this mountain peak belonging only to himself.

Ma Zhiyuan had already gone on stage.

Yan Liang's fans mostly came because of "Six People."

The few of them fell silent for a moment, momentarily unsure of what to say.

Wang Biao, questioned by him like that, also realized he had spoken rashly.

Li Zhibai glanced at him sideways.

"Fine." Lu Yanhe nodded and smiled.

"Fine, I'll just see what kind of awesome performance you can put on!" Chen Ziliang sneered, "Do you really think that because you're famous now, whatever you perform the audience will like? You have no idea how high the sky is or how deep the earth is."

This is our stage,

Radiate charm right now,

Let sweat scatter freely—"

Lu Yanhe kept thinking: at the age of twenty, if he, Li Zhibai, and Yan Liang were to leave something behind, what should it be?

In the past, he had thought they could film a play together, where the three of them were good friends, experiencing life's setbacks and hardships together, and bathing together in the glory and brilliance of success.

Yan Liang's persistence was unknown to others, but they knew.

He had to finish here within half an hour to make it in time to get things ready for Li Zhibai and Yan Liang afterward.

Li Zhibai was the latter.

—I am utterly infatuated.

Yan Liang's emotional journey could express the most essential emotion of this song.

Several modern dancers on stage used their bodies to depict scenes of young people pursuing dreams: experiencing setbacks, never giving up, struggling, persisting, and running without stopping.

Li Xiaobin knew very well how dazzling an idol Lu Yanhe was to the parents of Gao Zhongsheng.

"Idol Era" had been recording and preparing stages all along, but he simply might not have that kind of stage charisma; the effect remained lukewarm.

"Just perform normally," Yan Liang said. "We rarely get a performance like this once a year. It has nothing to do with anyone else. We'll just perform our own thing. We've practiced the "Green Apple Paradise" stage for so long; why worry about others?"

As a result, at this moment, Wang Biao actually muttered irritably, "So much nonsense."

Zou Dong smiled and said, "Yan He, you need to hurry back to get your styling done. Time is tight; don't delay."

……

In ten minutes, reposts and likes exceeded ten thousand, and comments exceeded a thousand.

Lu Yanhe said, "Intelligence must be used where it belongs."

"Enough talking. Hurry and get your styling done," Lu Yanhe said. "We have another performance coming up."

Wang Biao knew he was wrong and immediately responded, "Okay."

Was this… a stage accident?

Lu Yanhe realized what had happened; in an instant, lightning flashed through his mind, and numerous thoughts darted across.

Those who had cursed Lu Yanhe before had almost all run away.

"What?" Li Xiaobin's face changed immediately. "It doesn't sound like him at all."

Li Zhibai gave him the middle finger. "If a single hair falls on the ground, it's on me."

The live broadcast feed was also playing.

When Yan Liang sang "The Battlefield of Youth," it gave Li Xiaobin this sense of "immersion."

Why did Lu Yanhe give the song "The Battlefield of Youth" to Yan Liang instead of to Li Zhibai?

"You guys really are into retro, huh?" Ma Zhiyuan couldn't help but laugh.

Regarding this matter, everyone needed to know that Lu Yanhe performing the theme song of "Seventeen Floors" was itself a promotion for the drama.

Li Xiaobin was stunned.

Li Zhibai: "Damn, I'm truly fed up with these two idiots."

She said to Ma Zhiyuan, "Ma Zhiyuan, why don't you take your friends back to the lounge first?"

Lu Yanhe directly wrote "annoyed" on his face. "Do you need me to say it twice because you didn't understand the first time? Why do you talk so much nonsense? Do you think Li Zhibai isn't here to shut you up?"

Li Zhibai wore a dead-fish expression and stubbornly said, "I can go on stage anytime."

Reduce the heat where heat needs reducing; set the pace where the pace needs setting.

"Then when you're outputting, if I add fire, won't that interrupt your output rhythm?" Lu Yanhe said. "Yan Liang and I are your two shields. When you're outputting, we'll just stand silently on your two sides."

This data growth trend was also captured by the platform, which had prepared in advance, and they began pushing traffic to Yan Liang.

On the Tianxing List rankings, Yan Liang had always fluctuated only between tenth and twentieth place.

This wasn't a highlight created by the production team, but a point that everyone following this show and the Tianxing Awards was focused on.

Wang Biao was about to speak when Lu Yanhe suddenly let his face drop, looking at Wang Biao.

Lu Yanhe sighed lightly, knowing that Yan Liang had sung this song to perfection.

After Lu Yanhe's performance ended, he would have to urgently return backstage to get his styling done for the next performance.

Deep blue stage effects turned the stage into a quiet, ocean-like environment.

They knew Yan Liang was also an idol who could sing, but they weren't very interested in that part.

Li Zhibai was also stunned; he had forgotten his microphone was already on.

Li Xiaobin shrugged, pretending to be relaxed. "Because I'm just not that interested anymore."

He had to get it done as quickly as possible.

But this time, Yan Liang genuinely felt—no wonder previous stages had been lukewarm.

Lu Yanhe ignored him and asked, "You finished your performance? With so much leisure, you even came to pay attention to my performance?"

The entire audience was stunned.

They could dance their bodies freely, as the lyrics wrote, radiating charm and letting sweat scatter.

The three of them on the vast stage showed no cowardice or youthfulness.

Behind them was Song Lin Xin's performance.

It was very similar to Ma Zhiyuan's performance style.

If it were just Lu Yanhe alone, no matter how unadapted to the stage, because of Li Zhibai and Yan Liang's presence, and because of the rhythm of so many live audience members, a surge of hot blood flowed through his whole body like a warm current.

Li Zhibai's ranking was too close to his.

Li Zhibai glared at them, and the anger in his chest finally dissipated.

By comparison, Yan Liang's dancing ability was actually very strong; several street dance performances had set the venue on fire.

Today I will walk toward this distant victory.

Li Xiaobin had watched "Idol Era" for a long time and had seen many of Yan Liang's stages; Yan Liang's singing ability was merely average, mainly due to average vocal conditions; one could only say he could sing.

……

Lu Yanhe looked at him and said, "How many times have I told you not to say out loud what you think is in my heart? Once it's spoken, others hear it, and how awkward is that?"

Some people are "cocky" in a pretentious way, but others can be "cocky" in a handsome way.

But, the live scene always possesses a charm that cannot be replaced.

Li Zhibai's stage was so simple that a mature idol artist with a dance troupe could almost replicate it in just one or two days.

"Ah?" Li Xiaobin turned his head in confusion to look.

Lu Yanhe asked jokingly, "Brother Bai, what if our show doesn't help you take the number one spot on the semi-annual chart?"

Wang Biao: "..."

Yan Liang laughed, and without waiting for him to speak, said proactively, "Today we did not disgrace the mission, nor did we ruin the song you wrote."

"The Battlefield of Youth."

The originally restless live scene was calmed down by the emotions infected by the first half, which was almost like an a cappella performance.

Song Lin Xin's Agent, Zhou Meng, was also waiting for Song Lin Xin backstage.

The three men wearing old-style suits of different colors, with their hair parted two-eight, were still handsome, yet completely out of place on this modern stage tonight.

"I haven't sung much for a long time; occasionally I go to KTV with classmates to sing a bit," he said.

Because under the song's information bar it was written: Lyrics/Music: Lu Yanhe.

"Son," his mother suddenly called him.

This made Li Zhibai and his dance troupe move on stage with a synchronized action rhythm, following the powerful music rhythm together, driving the entire audience to dance along with them.

Film and television acting is always lagging; an actor's performance on set must go through editing and post-production before meeting the audience, and by the moment the audience empathizes, the moment of the actor's performance has actually passed for a long time.

His mother suddenly said, "He still looks a bit like you."

The soaring youth of the young man; in a few more years, they might not be able to sing anymore.

After Ma Zhiyuan and Chen Ziliang's performance ended, the cheers of the entire venue boiled over.

"All the tenderness and strength that have weathered storms.

Lu Yanhe and Yan Liang laughed.

—Follow me and sway to your heart's content.

These public relations costs were not low, but Chen Ziyan knew this money had to be spent.

"Fine, you'd better not lose a single hair."

Li Xiaobin was stunned for a moment, looking at his mother with some confusion.

After two programs, Li Zhibai took the stage. His "Dizzy with Love" was a typical "Idol Era" style.

He took a deep breath, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes could no longer be held back; he immediately turned around, his back to the camera.

Lu Yanhe could actually produce a work of such a style after the fresh "Memories" and the impassioned "The Battlefield of Youth."

Not a single girl in the audience had a heart that didn't pound when hearing Li Zhibai sing these lyrics.

Ma Zhiyuan's face darkened.

It was actually a cheerful dance track!

The host went up to the side stage and began to link the segments.

Chen Ziliang blurted out a "F*** you!", raised his fist, and was about to rush over.

While listening to this song, Yan Liang was thinking: Did Lu Yanhe write this song specifically for him? Otherwise, why did every word seem to be sung straight from his heart?

He stood on the stage, surrounded by darkness; he couldn't see the audience's faces clearly, nor could he see everyone's reactions clearly.

Just waiting for the last one.

At this moment, Li Xiaobin was inexplicably excited and thrilled; after watching the previous few performances, he was extremely looking forward to the combined stage of Lu Yanhe and the other two.

With the concept of 1/4 put out, those who said he was engaging in fake marketing before should be able to gauge clearly what he meant, right?

In the waiting room, it was silent.

At that time, why did they want to use the song "Green Apple Paradise" as their three-person combined performance?

It was not only because the Small Tigers Band was also three boys, but because this song was too suitable for them to sing now.

His love for this career matched "The Battlefield of Youth" perfectly.

He was representing Lu Yanhe when he spoke now.

Lu Yanhe, as the lyricist and composer, once again proved his ability to write songs.

Wang Biao's brain was a bit dazed; he hadn't reacted yet.

He walked into the corridor of the artist's waiting room, and Lu Yanhe was standing at the door of his waiting room waiting for him.

"What kind of thing are you? Do you have the right to speak?" Ma Zhiyuan's face showed a trace of aggression.

He suddenly realized something, raised his hand, and touched his own face.

Li Zhibai was the first to react, "Ha, this is a performance added on the spot, right?"

Ma Zhiyuan's face also changed in an instant.

After Lu Yanhe saw this Weibo post, he clicked a like, then edited his own Weibo and sent:

3/4 achieved, just waiting for the last performance. It's been a long time since I performed on stage with the two of them; I'm very excited and looking forward to it. After this song, perhaps I won't be able to give such a stage for a very, very long time.

He thought for a moment; no, what if someone doesn't understand?

So, he sent a second post to add: The reason I said 1/4 is because there are three more performances related to me afterwards; yes, the songs for the three performances were all written by me, and the news spreading online is not wrong.

During the commercial break, Li Xiaobin lowered his head and scrolled through his phone. His mother, who had been sitting beside him watching "Idol Era," suddenly said, "That boy just now named Lu Yanhe, is he the one who got into Zhenhua?"

All the love and madness that broke through the bonds."

Everyone looked in surprise at the scene happening before their eyes, yet not a single person dared to step forward to dissuade.

They gathered in Lu Yanhe's waiting room, waiting for someone to come and call them.

Lu Yanhe: "Forget it, what is there to ask? We just need to do our own performance well."

Worry and sorrow have nothing to do with me.

His mom said, "Do you actually still like singing?"

Lu Yanhe was stunned for a moment.

When Li Zhibai used his vibrato to match the electronic effects and belt out the line "All the anxiety I can't put away is scattered before you," the entire venue erupted.

Seeing Li Zhibai's clearly angered expression, Lu Yanhe teased, "Brother Bai, you always say you're the oldest, the big brother. Don't tell me you're the one who'll drop the ball in the end?"

—The restless heart is setting off firecrackers.

Ma Zhiyuan's face turned green.

"Today I finally stand on this young battlefield.

Li Zhibai pressed the microphone to the corner of his mouth, turning sideways to the audience. His voice suddenly dropped very low, as if speaking right into your ear, yet full of magnetism:

—babypleasebecloseyourmouth, pink eyes rippling in a hazy blur.

For an idol with such strong personal charisma as Li Zhibai, what he actually needs most isn't to highlight his singing skills or dance ability, but to achieve a balance that combines personal charisma with stage presence.

One must admit this: Ma Zhiyuan put effort into this stage. He performed several cool, high-difficulty moves in this performance, sparking a wave of cheers from the entire audience.

Zhou Ping'an took a deep breath and looked up at the moon in the night sky—somehow, it was shining strangely impossibly bright today.

"It must be; I haven't heard that Chen Ziliang was coming either." Yan Liang was also surprised.

"If you want to win, you don't have to take such a risky path, do you? You think so-called classic retro will make everyone feel it's novel and vote for you?" Ma Zhiyuan simply couldn't hold back his excitement and sneered.

Chen Ziyan knew that tonight was a hard battle of public opinion for Lu Yanhe.

Including the self-media account "Editor's Club" for Jump Up and several other media accounts, Chen Ziyan had brought them into play—of course, she had paid for it.

Lu Yanhe couldn't help but sigh, "If Ma Zhiyuan didn't have such poor character and personality, his stage presence would truly be first-class."

Even the director had only come to their room to take a look.

"My dream, every morning when I wake up, knocks on my heart.

He looked at his mom in confusion, only to see her staring at him with a dazed expression.

And Yan Liang, who is best at dancing, performed no dance moves this time. He simply stood on the rising platform, singing this song with his original voice.

On one hand, people questioned whether the song he sang was even composed by him, asking why the "original" gimmick was pushed so early. On the other hand, because he really hadn't come out to sing for so long, many people felt it was fresh and wanted to see what Lu Yanhe's singing sounded like now.

He didn't even know when tears had streamed down his own face.

After singing the last word, Yan Liang put down the microphone.

As a result, they happened to run into Ma Zhiyuan in the hallway.

If Ma Zhongquan were here and saw Zhou Ping'an's current state, he would probably be greatly shocked.

After all, it was a performance by two top-tier stars, their first duet together, giving everyone a huge surprise.

But Li Zhibai was different.

Wang Biao had never seen Lu Yanhe look so serious before; he was startled and truly nervous now.

Yan Liang is a person with more "fighting spirit" than Li Zhibai. Before Six Walkers became popular, Yan Liang lay low for four or five years, always working hard. Lu Yanhe watched him persist in morning runs every day, insisting on practicing dance in the rehearsal room. Even without Zhou Ping'an's attention, he never gave up, cherishing every opportunity to appear on screen.

But Ma Zhiyuan also knew that the simpler the stage, if the rhythm is found correctly, the easier it is to infect the live audience.

All ideals and exuberance rushing toward the future.

Also, if he really dared to make a move at this moment, he would truly have no way to explain himself.

Every "thump-thump" was everyone covering their chests and trembling together.

Lu Yanhe and the others exchanged glances.

He immediately followed up, "Reminding you, it's about to start!"

Lu Yanhe went online to check and, sure enough, Ma Zhiyuan's fans had already started a topic #ThisIsTheStageWeWantToSee#.

He turned and walked toward the artist's lounge.

—Yan Liang, who is best at dancing, did not dance tonight because he had The Young Battlefield.

Lu Yanhe hummed and said, "Not bad. After such a fight, my whole body is heated up; no need to warm up anymore."

The host was stunned; he had just introduced Li Zhibai.

In that instant, the rebellious feeling suddenly rose up.

"What's wrong?" Li Xiaobin asked.

At least, he couldn't perform such a stage, nor could Li Zhibai; only Yan Liang could. His foundation was very solid, but to perform it, he would also have to spend a lot of time practicing; otherwise, he couldn't achieve such uniformity.

It was supposed to just pass like that.

"Don't linger at midnight on the weekend, hurry to Apple Paradise, welcome the wandering children!"

"What time is it? Forget it. Whatever grudges or resentments, at least wait until the show is over," Zhou Meng said. "They are all young people; it's normal to get heated and angry, but don't be rash and do something you'll regret in the future."

He was from the same batch as Lu Yanhe.

Chen Ziliang and Ma Zhiyuan, having been openly mocked by Li Zhibai like that, had expressions of uncontrollable anger on their faces.

Lu Yanhe took a deep breath, grabbed his earpiece to prevent his voice from being picked up, and shouted, "Hey!"

Whether it was Yan Liang or Li Zhibai, neither of their performances dropped the ball; instead, they had a feeling of being "very suitable."

Li Xiaobin said, "The next performance is starting. Let's watch first... eh?"

She was the invited guest for tonight.

"Everyone, perk up! If anyone messes up this stage, I'll scold him for a year! This is a battle for honor!" Li Zhibai said. "Let those two bastards open their dog eyes wide and see what a real combined stage looks like!"

As soon as Song Lin Xin's guest performance ended, the main stage dimmed.

It wasn't just him alone; whatever he wanted to say, he could say.

Li Zhibai tilted his chin up. "Let's go, show them what a combined stage is. It's not just two people sticking onto the platform."

Lu Yanhe said no more. The makeup team was waiting for him in the lounge; as soon as he returned, they began working on his Green Apple Paradise look.

The next second, the accompaniment for "Green Apple Paradise" began to play.

Ma Zhiyuan cursed from behind: "Just keep acting arrogant. After so many people scolded you tonight, see how you keep acting arrogant!"

Only after returning to his own lounge did Lu Yanhe tell Wang Biao: "Don't say such things casually next time. Another person might not be as easy to deal with as Ma Zhiyuan."

As it turned out, Li Xiaobin did not hear his mother's response.

Li Xiaobin hummed in acknowledgment.

"Oh, right, then let's hurry back." Lu Yanhe treated Ma Zhiyuan as if he were invisible and walked past him.

He used this song to dissect the years of his past, pouring his true feelings into every single word and phrase. Like a nightingale's clear song, he confessed his journey to the whole world.

At this very moment.

After the host made a brief introduction, Yan Liang's performance came on.

Well, that works.

"Oh well, what can we do? No matter what we perform, we're a hit." Li Zhibai spoke with heavy sarcasm. "Unlike you, whose career transitions always fail and whose new songs are never popular. You know best how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

This was only because, after "Six People" aired, it converted many votes from brands and media outlets; otherwise, his ranking would have been outside the top thirty.

However, this time, the moment Yan Liang opened his mouth, Li Xiaobin was stunned.

Lu Yanhe and the other two stepped onto the stage and took their marked positions.

There was a television in the lounge where they could watch the live broadcast that evening.

"Let go of me, you damn fool!" Chen Ziliang glared at Zhou Ping'an.

It wasn't that Yan Liang's singing skills had improved dramatically during this period; rather, the moment Yan Liang opened his mouth, Li Xiaobin felt a sense of "entering the zone."

The melody of "Dizzy with Love" was very simple, yet its constant repetition created a rhythm that gradually intensified.

At this moment, Lu Yanhe realized that for Yan Liang, perhaps the most precious memories were those of performing together on stage.

To ensure the styling for all three was unified, the team was responsible for the looks of him, Li Zhibai, and Yan Liang for the "Green Apple Paradise" performance.

As soon as the program schedule information was released, countless people took screenshots.

"Can't you participate in a talent show while still in school? I remember you used to love singing."

In everyone's life, there are a few songs that feel like your life's anthem, matching your life experiences so perfectly that they seem to resonate with your very soul.

All the carefree youth, regrets, troubles, and growth.

The two songs Lu Yanhe wrote were produced entirely according to their personalities, their journeys, and their positioning on the "Idol Era" program.

This was the stage for the three of them.

After that, it kept rising.

Consequently, the audience watching the live broadcast saw the scene cut. From a camera angle at the rear side, they saw the instant Yan Liang lowered his head; a single tear, unable to be held back, fell.

And a song like "Dizzy with Love," with such a completely different style, left everyone shocked.

Seeing this, she sighed, feeling it was still her duty to step out and break the deadlock, giving both sides a way to save face.

Online discussions about Lu Yanhe's performance were extremely heated.

I will make this world vibrate for me—"

Li Xiaobin sat on the sofa, listening intently to a song that was so uncharacteristic of Yan Liang and so out of place for "Idol Era."

Yan Liang smiled, as if helplessly at his two teammates. "Alright, alright, then let's begin. Did you hear that? Green Apple Paradise, we're starting now!"

Zhou Ping'an glared back without hesitation: "Try moving a muscle! If you dare touch a single finger of Li Zhibai here, you'll never dare show your face again in your life! Fighting backstage? Let's see how you continue as an idol!"

But Ma Zhiyuan wasn't worried about Yan Liang. Even if he won first place tonight, it couldn't shake his position.

If, after listening to "Young Battlefield" and "Dizzy with Love," anyone still claimed that Lu Yanhe releasing three songs at once meant the quality was unguaranteed, he would directly retort.

He hummed in acknowledgment, and after a while, said again: "Why don't you try joining a talent show? Aren't there many talent shows right now? I see many people sing worse than you, yet they all became famous."

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Every performance before was for everyone, but this song, at this very moment, suddenly felt like it was sung for himself.

Ma Zhiyuan bringing Chen Ziliang to perform a stage together didn't violate any rules; it was just that hiding it beforehand, making it seem like a secret weapon, was solely to beat Li Zhibai at a critical moment.

Yan Liang stood alone on the rising platform, waiting for the intro to begin.

The three of them stepped out, and amidst the rhythmic, era-evoking accompaniment, they began their bodily movements.

Lu Yanhe also returned to his own lounge.

He entered the lounge and went to get styled.

"If we didn't win it, we didn't win it. Do you think I'm like him, staring at that ranking all day long? Isn't that exhausting?" Li Zhibai said irritably.

He turned his head to look over.

This was his solo stage. He performed on stage with twelve dancers.

As for writing three songs... on this matter, Chen Ziyan did not intend to offer any further explanation.

Li Xiaobin looked at the program schedule information displayed on the screen, stunned. Ma Zhiyuan again?

Wait, Chen Ziliang too?

Lu Yanhe, Li Zhibai, and Yan Liang had already finished their styling, had their hair blown dry, and were ready to go on stage to perform.

Li Zhibai's relaxed state of mind made Lu Yanhe breathe a sigh of relief.

He suddenly said, "This kid, he's getting emotional. He's going to sing himself to tears, isn't he?"

Ma Zhiyuan saw him and flashed an exceptionally brilliant smile.

Ma Zhiyuan also knew that arguing with words was one thing, but making a big scene would benefit no one.

"You're barking up the wrong tree; just now, I was the only one spewing words."

It was indeed a great stage! A very wonderful performance.

The three of them had bright, clear eyes, filled with youthful determination, making people feel a bright future.

Please be proud of me and applaud.

When they saw the three of them in their outfits, Ma Zhiyuan and Chen Ziliang both froze for an instant.

At that moment, the hearts of all the girls present seemed to be teased by a feather, yet also tightly gripped by a hand.

Ma Zhiyuan's arrogance did have its basis.

Li Zhibai looked at him with disdain. "If you don't understand, get lost immediately and go back to your lounge to watch how your 'fathers' perform. Do you think a combined performance means just finding someone to sing with you? Why don't you find a female singer to duet with you on a love song? Oh, right, you make a living off female fans; how dare you duet with a female singer? You can only duet with Chen Ziliang. After all, when he sang a duet with Song Lin Xin, people specifically cursed him. Besides you, no one is willing to sing with him, and he can only sing with you. You two are truly a match."

Because even this person, whose eyes held nothing but profit and calculation, had his eyes turning red.

"The Battlefield of Youth" was originally the theme song for the male idol talent show "Add Oil, Good Men," and later gradually evolved into the "Gaokao Battle Song."

It was precisely because of that combination of authenticity and chance, which cannot be explained concretely, that might, to some extent, be the most indispensable underlying color of humanity.

Once the program aired, the viewer count directly broke eight million.

—Follow me, do not be sorrowful

—Follow me, radiate brilliance

—Illuminate the darkness of the sky

In such a joyful moment where all the excitement in the body was stirred up, Lu Yanhe felt an impulse to burst into tears.

—La la la la, swing to your heart's content

—La la la la, swing to your heart's content