Chapter 413: The Youth Naturally Have Their Own Madness

Under the heavy rhythm, whether they understood it or not, everyone was involuntarily swaying their bodies—some were shaking their legs, some were waving their hands, and others were simply going crazy, headbanging wildly.

Blinding red line lights flashed wildly alongside fierce guitar and drum beats, the hot rock atmosphere gradually rising to its peak, especially when the chorus climax arrived—

"I don't care whose you are, whose you are, I am mine!

"Let the heart beat boom-boom-boom-boom, feeling alive!"

As he sang this part, Zhou Yi's left hand instinctively dropped back to his chest, pressing down in the air several times as if performing CPR; wherever his gaze fell, screams climbed higher and higher along with the instrumental music!

"I don't care standing, sitting, lying down, or crawling, I must be happy!

"Let the music boom-boom-boom-boom, almost deafening!

"No more worrying, no more thinking, no more waiting, no more unhappiness!

"Sad people, don't listen to slow songs!!!"

After a full-force roar dragged out a long note that made the live audience's scalps tingle, behind Zhou Yi, A Qin on guitar and bass and Zhan Wenting had almost completely let loose—

A bridge that could be called god-level performance was matched so intimately that even Chen Jianning on drums, along with the other two, were constantly swaying their bodies to the dynamic rhythm.

Zhou Yi, who still had an electric guitar strapped to him, immediately joined in; the guitar sound he swept out surged toward the audience below like a raging sea, wave after wave, conquering their ears.

Many people were completely hyped up during this instrumental bridge, and the entire venue was on the verge of being infected by the passionate emotion into a carnival scene—

This is one of the charms of pop-rock; the live infectious power is often many times greater than a CD.

Although songs like "Sad People, Don't Listen to Slow Songs" placed in the 1980s would absolutely have no one admitting it was a so-called rock song, now it is the early 21st century, it is 2002.

The pop-rock faction, despised by many rock music lovers, had long been born; after such a long time of development, pop-rock combining pop attributes began to shine brilliantly in the commercial market.

Although many people are unwilling to admit it, domestically, this so-called pop-rock, where popularity accounts for 80% or even over 90% of the entire song, is often better able to feed the singer, feed the company, and feed the market commercially.

It is just that in this era where the Zero Point Band was also criticized as "rock traitors" and "not rock at all," the criticism Zhou Yi, who never claimed to be a rock singer, attracted when singing this kind of pop-rock song was often not as great as the criticism from the folk circle or the underground hip-hop circle.

Precisely because of this, Zhou Yi, with no psychological burden, let himself go even more when singing this song—he didn't dance, yet holding a guitar, he completely bewitched the young audience in the venue!

His freely unleashed voice was like a heavenly treasure, becoming an unparalleled divine weapon for him to conquer the audience's hearts.

When the song ended, as Zhou Yi and the three members of F. I. R. bowed to the audience below, the scene instantly erupted with thunderous applause and cheers!

"Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi!"

"Zhou Yi! Zhou Yi!!"

The venue, which had cooled down earlier because of Sun Nan and Shin Seung-hun, was now completely boiling over; many people were shouting Zhou Yi's name with their throats stretched, and screams continued fiercely in the hot atmosphere.

Li Yinxin, following the crowd, also joined the torrent of shouts; when she pulled her throat to shout Zhou Yi's name, she felt an inexplicable sense of relief after venting—like she had carelessly smashed something at home or crushed instant noodles over and over again, very stress-relieving.

On the host's podium on the left side of the stage, the Chinese and Korean hosts tried several times to speak and continue the gala's flow, but were interrupted by continuous screams, leaving them somewhat helpless and amused.

Fortunately, the program was not live but recorded; otherwise, delaying time would surely have caused a performance accident.

"Thank Mr. Zhou Yi for the wonderful performance he brought us; next, Mr. Zhou Yi will also have a new song officially sung on this important stage; let us wait and see." The Korean female host, introducing Zhou Yi's new song, chattered away a long string of Korean.

Afterwards, the Chinese host standing beside her took over the word and began the introduction: "Yes, that's right; next, let us welcome Zhou Yi to bring his latest work to the audience here and in front of the televisions—

"The song 'Talk of the Young China,' with lyrics by Mr. Liang Qichao, composed and sung by Zhou Yi."

Liang Qichao, a name any Chinese person who seriously studied a bit of history in school would recognize; his representative work "Talk of the Young China" was somewhat out of scale for the entertainment industry.

And as the host's connecting words fell, the venue lights went dark again—

Suddenly, red light bloomed again on the pitch-black stage, enveloping Zhou Yi, who had discarded the electric guitar, in a warm, pleasing color.

A screen behind him began to prepare to scroll through the lyrics, also releasing the information of the entire song—

"Talk of the Young China"

Lyrics: Liang Qichao

Composition: Zhou Yi

Arrangement: Zhou Yi

Vocals: Zhou Yi

Below the stage, the Chinese personnel seeing this scene immediately sat up straight, corrected their attitudes, and their eyes were fixedly staring at the huge screen behind Zhou Yi that could be seen clearly by everyone in the entire venue, staring at the lyrics on it.

Especially Sun Nan, who released the song "Five-Star Red Flag" in 1995; his brief career as the number one figure on the mainland began with this song.

However, what no one expected was that just as the melodious prelude of "Talk of the Young China" began to lay the groundwork, and people thought he was about to open his mouth, a series of loud, childish voices suddenly attracted everyone's attention—

"If the youth are wise, the nation is wise; if the youth are rich, the nation is rich.

"If the youth are strong, the nation is strong; if the youth are free, the nation is free!"

Voices full of vitality gathered together to form a vocal torrent that fiercely struck the eardrums of the older generation present; Zhou Yi also raised his microphone, his tone changing from gentle, and followed the children's voices—

"The red sun rises, its path is great light.

"The river emerges from the hidden flow, pouring into the vast ocean~"

It was exactly the content written by Mr. Liang Qichao in the past, without any changes, yet the faces of the knowledgeable people below became increasingly serious.

"The hidden dragon leaps from the deep, its scales and claws fly high.

"The nursing tiger roars in the valley, a hundred beasts tremble in fear~~"

At this moment, Zhou Yi, standing in the exact center of the stage like a stationary damage dealer, was completely different from the previous song, as if the child with ADHD had been removed, his eyes incredibly clear—

Or rather, he, dressed in bright clothes, was one of the Chinese youths spoken of in the song.

"The youth naturally have their own madness! Their bodies are like Shanhe, standing as the backbone!!"

A clear, high-pitched note rose straight up from the ground; Zhou Yi, with his straight figure, was no longer using the screaming rock singing style, but instead, when singing this chorus, he even raised a finger to point at his chest—

"The lyrics of this song... really suit him quite well."

Han Hong below the stage couldn't help but sigh, feeling a certain amount of envy in her heart.

Among so many Chinese people at the scene, only Zhou Yi could give her this sense of déjà vu.