Chapter 320: A Single Lyric Hooks the Entire World~ Qin Feng Sparks the China Maple Craze

In a small hut shrouded by the afternoon sunset.

Reba, raising her little fist on the sofa, wore an expression that could be called both solemn and lively!

She understood every bit of it without a problem.

Listening to the entire song "General."

What was sung was Chinese chess, but what was heard was the grand history of China!

Especially in the MV footage edited by Qin Feng.

The lyrics spanned the turning of the moon and shifting of stars, while the visuals showed the rise and fall of China's dynasties through the ages!

From the Battle of Zhuolu to the Battle of Julu!

From the Battle of Maling to the Battle of Red Cliffs!

In the lyrics of "Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain."

Swift as the wind! Calm as the forest! Fierce as fire! Immovable as a mountain!

Thanks to his newly acquired ability.

It allowed Qin Feng, for the first time, to fuse the lyrics with the visuals.

The listening experience was maxed out!

From a microscopic chess game, performing the beacon fires of China!

—【Holy crap!!! Feng-ge's song is way more badass than those so-called rappers!】

—【Indeed, the entire lyrics have no profanity, no English, all culture and hot-blooded spirit!】

—【I never would have thought a song on the theme of chess could be written so grand and majestic!】

—【Is no one going to praise the visuals? So many iconic scenes of ancient Chinese battlefields~】

—【For the first time I felt that Chinese chess could be this cool!】

—【The creative process of this song is already outrageous~】

—【The final effect is even more outrageous! This one is my favorite~】

In the final verse of "General."

The visuals shifted from ancient Chinese battlefields.

Back to a leisurely little park in reality.

The camera froze on the birdcage of an old man walking his bird.

The background vocals sang:

"Sunlight peeks a smile through the narrow gaps of leaves, warming my sweet dream~"

"Only the painted quail in the cage~ envies the sky, yet no one has ever understood~" *snap*—

The visuals followed the painted quail's gaze, shifting to the chessboard.

Qin Feng placed the final piece that defeated Uncle.

"Uncle, check—mate!"

Finally, it ended with the laughter and chatter of the elderly.

The wind blew up the fallen leaves on the square, sending them into the air, as if ignited by the fires of ancient battlefields. The withered leaves transformed into butterflies reborn from the flames.

Flying toward the boundless sky.