Chapter 444: Absolute Beauty Lead Singer

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The stage lights fully lit up, Yu Jinzhou's high-pitched chant suddenly resonated, his voice ethereal, like a singer from an ancient land.

At the same time, the harp's altered strings appeared again, playing Balata-style music, strangely elegant, matching the chant with a strong sense of fate.

Four people surrounded him, splitting into pairs by clothing color, as if they were arguing.

Ren Pingsheng's voice sounded in the chant.

Ahriman chews the barren heart, the judgment words on the high platform sharp and pointed, the last withered thorns in the desert, shattering all the piled-up falsehoods dripping.

Wen Yu's harmony supported his final high note: 'Only I remain, naked.'

Several people switched moves, Yu Jinzhou also joined the dance, standing in a slanted line.

After a short dance, the four people in front split left and right, pulling Jin Chen to the center, and the rap began.

Believe that you are chosen by God, destined to bear the weight of life as a dream-chaser, no longer defining the watchful, coveting onlooker.

What is desired is to not disappoint the world's expectations for light, to walk this thorn-filled path more openly, Ahura Mazda's honor medal, revealing the yearning to pluck stars and explore the moon, delusional to conquer all and never be lost.

He drew a delicate, exquisite little sword from his waist, flourished it with one hand, light and swift, like a warrior truly slaughtering on the battlefield, his raised arm full of killing intent.

Suddenly, he sheathed his sword and turned, coincidentally gripping Yu Jinzhou's arm; in their dance interaction, their eyes locked, the music's beat grew denser, and faintly tangled water sounds could be heard in the background.

Their interaction ended with Yu Jinzhou's body suddenly trembling, his eyes shifting from dazed to clear.

At the same time, the heavy, worn curtain on stage fell, and the dark shadows and moonlight on the big screen grew dimmer.

As soon as the curtain fell, the chorus began.

The dancers' movements were uniform and in sync, lively yet mysterious.

Souls reduced to ash, wounds fragmented, love rotting as the moonlight crumbles.

Window lattice chimes, characters lonely, the dark fire burns countless versions of me, leaving a thousand poets, a hundred wanderers, one survival.

The Balata strings in the accompaniment became the main melody, other background sounds fading.

On the main stage with slightly dim lighting, Wen Yu and Ren Pingsheng's duet dance was ambiguous and entangled, one bending at the waist, the other lowering sideways, arms tightly hooked, their body undulations growing lighter with the melody.

Around them, the lights were bright; Jin Chen and his two companions each held up a Viola, plucking the strings at the dancing, entangled pair, the string music tight, accompanied by dense drumbeats, the atmosphere very tense.

Suddenly, the string on Yu Jinzhou's instrument broke.

This was like a symbol; the lights went completely dark, Wen Yu and Ren Pingsheng maintained their face-to-face pose, motionless.

After half a second of silence, the stage lights all lit up, and the moonlight on the big screen was gradually replaced by the rising dawn.

Ren Pingsheng's hoarse voice sounded.

The story ended abruptly, pen stopped, page torn.

Wen Yu also sang softly: 'Crow feathers droop, the murky past surfaces, the burning fire consumes the scattered unfinished verses.'

Song Xing and Jin Chen, together with them, stood in opposition, forcing the two to step back while singing together.

The dark chanters departed, their spines bending into a decaying arc.

Yu Jinzhou raised his feather pen again, the high note taking over: 'Dawn tears—'

With that high note, the atmosphere of the venue ignited, drums and strings quickened, bearing a post-war killing intent.

All five sang: 'The crown shattered, prosperity utterly destroyed, the poet left behind floating light drifting.'

Wen Yu harmonized: 'Glory, hot blood, rupture.'

The five changed their dance moves, still Yu Jinzhou's high note: 'Under the hymn—'

They sang in unison: 'The manuscript at life's end, the goose-quill pen grinds dust to powder, dragon's feather and Icarus fall under the light.'

The high note ended, all music suddenly slowed.

The five turned and walked backward together, Jin Chen standing in the center, his deep voice concluding.

The edge of day melts into night, willow fluff a scorching light source, after the curtain falls the story reappears.

On the screen, the sky light became bright, the decayed, old court imagery all disappeared.

After a few seconds of silence, the cheers in the entire broadcast hall surged like a wave.

Heavens!!! So exciting! Valuri awesome!

I swear, I haven't seen such a cool stage in ages, no boring moments at all!

The five stood in a line, bowed together, 'Hello everyone! We are Valuri!'

Valuri! Valuri!

The fans below shouted loudly; at this moment they felt pride from the heart.

The judges' applause was also enthusiastic, completely different from the earlier atmosphere.

The performance ended, the audience scoring area locked scores, online voting paused.

Liang Hong walked onto the stage, also applauding the few youths from the heart.

Valuri's performance was truly passionate and surprising! They even added a Viola performance in the show!

Wen Yu nodded and smiled: 'Originally this segment was just a duet dance between me and Shengsheng, but considering this design would make the stage feel a bit empty, Xing Xing happens to play this instrument, and it also fits well with our story concept.'

Yu Jinzhou quickly raised his hand: 'Me and Chen Er just learning the instrument took two nights, Xing Xing is really awesome!'

Song Xing, smug, lifted his chin: 'I! Valuri's best performer!'

The fans below immediately said: 'Xing Xing, your titles are off the charts!'

The atmosphere at the venue was very joyful, and soon came the judges' scoring segment.

The five held hands, seriously facing the several judges.

When the scoreboard flipped, even the usually calm Jin Chen couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Three 95s, one 80, the most strict Xuan Fan teacher actually gave a high score of 98!

The audience section was even more in an uproar.

Xuan Fan, who had just changed from his serious demeanor when facing Light, opened his mouth with a relieved smile, "Your theme is much clearer; one can see the transition between the ending and the dawn that will eventually arrive."

"Besides, they also put effort into the lyrics," he said, looking down at the materials, "Jin Chen and Yu Jinzhou, your lyrics and composition match very well."

"Thank you, teacher." They bowed in thanks.

Another judge said, "Your harmony part and overall chemistry also match very well, making it immediately apparent that you are a very complete and excellent team."

"Without exaggeration, speaking of today's performance, if it truly was a stage put together within seven days, then Valuri is absolutely the top-tier excellent male group in the country."

Song Xing took a deep breath, unable to imagine receiving such high praise.

"Thank you, teacher."

"Good, good, good, then please invite Light onto the stage."

Liang Hong also brought the five Light members from the side stage onto the stage; after watching Valuri's performance, their faces looked even worse.