Chapter 184: Who is Number One?

During the Live Broadcast of King of Love Songs, one professional judge after another began their critiques.

The audience watched the Live Broadcast, and beyond being moved, their hearts were also full of anticipation.

Originally, Heavenly King Zhao had received an incredibly high score, and everyone felt that this time, Luo Mo might lose, at least among the professional jury.

The pressure from the two great Lyricist Great Gods was too strong, and this time it was a powerful alliance between two of the four major companies.

But Lv Yi had already said that he personally gave a perfect score.

So, perhaps it was still worth looking forward to.

Backstage, Ke Ming watched the micro-expressions of the professional judges and suddenly said, "Give the microphone to Qian Chunlei."

He sensed that this composer, who had a close personal friendship with Heavenly King Zhao, had an expression that was a bit off.

Qian Chunlei took the microphone, his whole person stunned.

The reason his expression was awkward was that Lv Yi, as a senior, had given a perfect score, and several music critics had also said their scores were close to perfect.

But the score he gave was not high, and when everything was announced later, it would appear very abrupt.

Yet, that damn Director Ke actually made Laozi give a critique!

Qian Chunlei took the microphone, coughed lightly, and said, "Luo Mo's song this time, I personally also feel it is very moving; I almost cried listening to it."

"However, cough cough, compared to previous works like Sunny Day or 'Qiantli Xiang', is it perhaps a bit weaker in terms of the composition?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience at the scene was in an uproar.

Qian Chunlei immediately said, "I am not saying the composition is bad; I just feel that with your level, you should be able to do better. After all, the intros and interludes from before were all extremely stunning."

Luo Mo looked at him, a faint smile on his face.

The bullet comments in the Live Broadcast were already cursing like crazy.

"What does that mean? Think it lacks technical showing off?"

"Plain and simple is the truth!"

"Is there something wrong with their brains? Just now, the four words 'Dad is old' appeared on the screen, and I wanted to cry. Does it need flowery language?"

"I'm fucking done. Do you want the lyrics written in classical Chinese and the music made into ancient tunes so you have to process it in your brain to understand it?"

"Everyone calm down, they didn't say it was bad, just that it wasn't that good."

The microphone was passed to another lyricist, who also first said it was very moving, and then immediately added, "Could the lyrics be more refined? It feels like it lacks those finishing-touch sentences."

One song, "Master", and another, "Father", seemed to be walking on two extremes.

The former was extremely flowery, crazily showing off technique.

The latter, however, was extremely simple.

The female host glanced at Luo Mo and said, "So, Singer Luo Mo, do you have anything you would like to say to the professional judges?"

Luo Mo heard this and was slightly stunned.

Because originally, there was no such segment.

It was always the professional judges giving critiques, then scores, and then the Singer saying a few words of thanks before leaving the stage.

This was clearly added by Director Ke on the spot.

Luo Mo didn't say much either, just saying, "I don't have anything I want to say; just treat it as an ordinary song, dedicated to a group of ordinary people."

In his view, this song "Father", whether in lyrics or composition, was just right.

It touched people's hearts, and that was enough.

The female host said loudly, "Then, let us look at the final scores from the professional jury for Singer Luo Mo—"

"93.1 points! A very high score, congratulations to Luo Mo!"

Luo Mo looked at the score, nodded slightly, and didn't care at all.

In the lounge, Zhao Xueqin breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's quite a bit lower than mine!"

Fortunately, the scoring was a bit polarized, otherwise he would be in danger again.

In the eyes of Heavenly King Zhao, Luo Mo really played his cards too unconventionally.

You think he will continue to show off technique, but he just refuses to play that game.

The worst part is that this move of his actually created a sharp contrast between the two songs.

In reality, there are also many professionals on Earth who feel that the songs of the Chopstick Brothers are of average quality.

The lyrics and composition are not very sophisticated; they are just relatively powerful in terms of emotional resonance.

The more people are engaged in literary work, the more they sometimes love to nitpick; this is also normal.

"Next, it depends on the audience's scores," he thought to himself.

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……..

During the Live Broadcast, even after Luo Mo left the stage, the bullet comments were still focused on the debate over the scoring segment.

"I cried listening to it, and you tell me it's not a good song?"

"Come, come, come, tell me what counts as a good song."

"I'm really done. Then if I pile up a bunch of obscure characters, does that count as a good lyric?"

"Not stunned yet? What do you want? Don't want to be moved to tears, want to be 'beautifully' cried?"

The audience wouldn't consider too much; as long as they felt it sounded good and was moving, that was all that mattered.

The song is definitely a good song, it's just a bit expensive on tissues.

Huh, why does this sentence sound a bit familiar?

Damn it, when "That Rabbit" first came out, everyone was also shouting: "The anime is a good anime, it's just a bit expensive on tissues."

Luo Mo is really professional when it comes to making everyone cry!

The Singers who were yet to perform were all under immense pressure.

The previous four songs were all too explosive, especially Luo Mo's "Father."

If you look at the audience on-site now, quite a few of them have already cried until they are exhausted.

Amidst such drastic emotional ups and downs, how are you supposed to follow up with the next performance?

Wei Ge, who had yet to go on stage, was a bit dazed, thinking to himself: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?"

That mysterious replacement Singer who had just arrived at this program also fell into a state of bewilderment.

"Why did I agree to join this program?"

"Is this kind of place, where gods fight, somewhere I can come to?"

Of the first four songs, she felt she couldn't beat a single one.

She was, after all, a dignified First-line Singer and a powerful vocalist, yet for the first time, she felt this sense of powerlessness.

And you have to know, among these four songs, three came from the hands of Luo Mo.

"This man is too terrifying!" she thought to herself.

Once all seven Singers had finished their performances, everyone began to take the stage together.

Zhao Xueqin glanced at Luo Mo, who was walking to the side, and saw that there wasn't the slightest bit of nervousness on this young man's face.

But that made sense; he had already won three times in a row.

Even if he lost this round, there would be nothing to be ashamed of.

As a Newcomer who had just debuted, losing to the combined strength of Huang Xishan and Yuan Hewen, no one would laugh at him.

This point, Heavenly King Zhao also understood in his heart.

Therefore, for this episode, he didn't just want first place; he also wanted to secure the highest total score in history!

Only in this way could he wash away his previous shame!

After all seven Singers were on stage, the audience began to cheer enthusiastically.

General Director Ke Ming changed into a new hat and walked onto the stage with the final results.

Without haste, he first thanked the sponsors, and after finishing, he smiled at the camera and said: "You can scold me, but don't scold the title sponsor."

The live chat began to spam frantically: "Shameless!"

Everyone wanted to know the final result too much, but given Ke Ming's nature, it was estimated it would take at least ten minutes to announce, and he might even insert an advertisement in the middle.

"Then, let's start the announcement from seventh place," Ke Ming said.

This was his most cruel time yet, directly announcing the eliminated Singer.

Before the Semi-finals, this stage was becoming increasingly cruel.

Ke Ming babbled on for a long time, and finally announced: "The seventh place for this round is—Singer Meng Jiangxin!"

This First-line female Singer who had come as a replacement stood frozen on the spot.

This stage was too crazy; First-line Singers were all one-round wonders.

But she was convinced of her loss, just feeling a bit awkward.

If she had gone to other singing competition variety shows, she would have been able to sweep the board herself.

However, thinking that even a Heavenly King had once placed third in this program, her mindset improved a lot all of a sudden.

"It's not that I'm not good enough, it's that he is too showy," Meng Jiangxin thought.

As for the sixth place this round, it was that female Singer who had been hovering on the edge of Elimination, but managed to hold her ground every time and continue hovering on the edge.

She had already started to mock herself, saying she was the goalkeeper of the program "King of Love Songs."

Wei Ge, on the other hand, got fifth place again, but he was already somewhat used to it.

Fourth place was Sun Yi, who performed first, and third place was Chen Shanqi, who performed right after.

The performance order was still quite important, and the score gap between the two was not significant.

Next was the most tense and exciting moment.

"Who exactly will be the first place this round?" Ke Ming began to drag out the suspense.

Netizens in the live chat had already started spamming names.

"Luo Mo!"

"Zhao Xueqin!"

"Luo Mo!"

As a result, even though thousands of messages might have been spammed in the live chat, Ke Ming was still dragging out the suspense, saying a bunch of nonsense.

This leading figure of contemporary nonsense literature perfectly interpreted what it meant to say: "Listening to your words is like listening to words."

In Beijing, Luo Ba and Luo Ma were watching the Live Broadcast together.

Luo Ma said irritably several times: "This director talks so much; why hasn't he announced it yet?"

Luo Ba lit a cigarette for himself to soothe his emotions, then said: "It's not the first time we've watched; which episode isn't like this? It's good enough that he didn't insert an ad."

As soon as he finished speaking, the show went to an ad.

Luo Ba flicked the cigarette ash and cursed a few times in his heart as well.

Fortunately, this advertisement wasn't too long, less than two minutes.

When the program continued to air, Luo Ba lit a second cigarette.

"Smoking again?" Luo Ma fanned away the smell of smoke, looking disgusted and annoyed.

"The last one, the last one," Luo Ba pleaded.

Seeing that the results were about to be announced, he leaned forward slightly in his nervousness.

He watched every episode of "King of Love Songs" and knew that in this program, 1 point was a very large gap.

When the professional jury gave their scores, Luo Mo was 1 point lower.

And the audience score for Heavenly King Zhao will certainly not be low.

Fate, in the end, is still in the hands of the audience.

Finally, Director Ke Ming announced in a loud voice: "The singer who won first place this episode is—"

"Singer Luo Mo!"

In an instant, Zhao Xueqin's face turned green.

"How is this possible!" He felt somewhat incredulous in his heart.

Just how many points did he get from the audience to be able to overtake me like this?

On the sofa, Luo Ba did not care about all that.

He only knew that his son had won.

"My son, he won again!" He hummed to himself.

The old man was seen squinting his eyes, taking a proud, deep drag of his cigarette, and then leaning back into the sofa, muttering:

"That feels good."

(PS: Second update.)

(End of this chapter)