Chapter 191: with translation of chapter title

In Su Manyao's office, after she finished listening to Chen Shu sing that song, the aloof Yujie was forcibly held for two minutes.

After a while she finally came to her senses, rarely showing a hint of panic, and hastily tidied the documents on her desk.

In fact, the desk wasn't messy; it was just that her mind was in turmoil at the moment.

After fiddling with the documents, Su Manyao stood up.

"Yes, the show is about to end; I'll go pick him up."

Su Manyao didn't know why she had that thought, but her personality is decisive and action-oriented—she says she'll do something and does it.

She then reached for the phone on the desk, bent down to open a small storage cabinet under the desk, and pulled out her bag from inside.

Just for that one second of bending over, the perfect curve outlined by her professional suit skirt went unnoticed by anyone.

She slipped her bare feet, which had been on the carpet, into her high heels, took a step, and walked out of the office.

Just as she stepped out, she saw Li Qinqin walking down the corridor.

"Boss Su, the marketing department's meeting is all set."

Su Manyao didn't let her finish, interrupting: "Let them all come up; we're not having a meeting today."

The meeting was originally scheduled for seven, but she had postponed it to watch Jiang Cheng's variety show livestream; now that she's going to pick up Jiang Cheng, the meeting is canceled outright.

She didn't know why she was going, just had a vague feeling that the power of Lao A8 was strong; she wasn't worried about Ye Qing's youthful beauty, only about Lao A8's rich fragrance, which has an irresistible charm for both old and young.

Perhaps this was just her wild imagination born of excitement.

But now Su Manyao didn't want to dwell on it; she just wanted to go see Jiang Cheng, and she never expected this young guy could write such an unsurpassable classic!

The song contains the line: "Most willing to forget ancient poems, most disdainful of giving a glance to longing."

But in Su Manyao's mind sprang the thought: "Nothing is harder to surpass than longing for longing!"

Meanwhile, on the singer's stage, Ya Ya steered the topic to the four mentors.

Since the show aired, Zhoudong has always spoken with a faint smile, giving the impression he harbors a playful heart.

But this time he sat on the judges' panel with an unusually serious expression and first gave a professional critique of the song "Longing".

Then he put on his signature smile and said to Chen Shu on stage: "Teacher Chen Shu, strictly speaking you're not my senior; they've always thought I debuted late, and I've always thought your voice sounds great, but your vocal range is narrow, suiting only certain songs—this one seems tailor-made for you."

"But even more impressive is the person who wrote this song; as far as I know, over the past ten years many big companies have been looking for someone who could write a good song for you, hoping to sign you for a comeback, but all failed—until now this person appeared."

"Besides that, from melody to lyrics, this song's creation is one of the most classic I've ever heard; but speaking of the two words 'longing,' it is unique, with no equal."

"I've said what I needed to say—who supports, who opposes?"

After Zhoudong's words fell, he clapped his hands, looked left and right at the audience below, his face bearing a faint smile, and made a joke.

Immediately from below the stage came sustained cheers.

The song itself excited them uncontrollably—not because of Jiang Cheng, not because of Chen Shu, but because they were thrilled that they themselves were fortunate enough to hear such a beautiful piece.

The excited clamor eventually merged into a unified shout: "Support!" The sound of the two words 'support' echoed in the broadcast hall.

It lasted a full six or seven seconds; Zhoudong pressed down his hand, unable to contain his pleasure, and said: "Good, good, good."

The audience below then fell silent.

Next the camera turned to Najin; his skin is naturally dark, his lips thin, his lip color dusky—though he now wears a smile, he overall gives the impression of a blackened face.

"Chen Shu." Najin first uttered Chen Shu's name, then seemed unsure how to continue, so he paused.

Many in the audience and the livestream know that Najin once jointly boycotted Chen Shu's song; this is sure to be a showdown, and they all await Najin's evaluation of the present Chen Shu.

Najin's complexion wasn't good, yet he didn't hide his feelings, merely saying lightly: "This song is pretty good; I think you sing it alright; if there were a vote, I'd vote for your advancement."

Oh ho!

A shout came from below the stage: someone yelled, "Najie, imposing!"

They thought Najin would nitpick, but his critique, though brief and bland, was still positive, which excited them.

!

But afterward, upon reflection, many realized the song simply couldn't get a bad review—especially now, with the audience full of enthusiasm, if Najin gave a negative rating at this moment, it would clearly mean he didn't want to stay on stage.

When the camera turned to the Queen, she was quite direct: she stood up, turned, and with a delighted smile told the audience, "I said supporting my team's Jiang Cheng, Ye Qing, and Chen Shu was right, didn't I? Am I not perceptive?"

From below came a chorus of boos, clearly disagreeing with her, all teasing her.

It's obvious she just hit a dead mouse with a blind cat—she's protecting the wrong person!

The Queen caused a stir for a while, interacted with the audience, then the camera shifted to Huang Zhengming.

Huang Zhengming is tall and broad-shouldered, with both hands planted on the judges' bench, sitting like a general; he looked at Chen Shu on stage, nodded earnestly, and said: "You really are quite capable, which surprised me—I've always supported you, but Jiang Cheng and you still give me surprises, very good."

His voice was strong, sounding quite solemn.

But backstage, Jiang Cheng saw this via his phone livestream and thought Huang Zhengming was probably gritting his teeth in anger.

After returning from Han Xiaoxun, Jiang Cheng was 90% certain that the online accusations earlier of his plagiarism were orchestrated by Huang Zhengming!

"Sitting there, you indeed have a bit of an elder brother's aura, but do you really think you can toy with people amid applause?"

Jiang Cheng couldn't help muttering a sentence.

The main reason is that this person in the livestream camera is the first one since he entered the circle to make him feel nauseous and cause him distress, even more than Zhang Anqi.

He never thought he'd reconcile with this person, or that it never happened.

Ye Qing, sitting beside him, raised her head and asked, "What's up, Boss?"

"Nothing." Jiang Cheng said.

Then he glanced over and said, "How about you go change clothes first?"

The outfit Ye Qing is wearing now, combined with the scent of her special perfume, is like a spark that could ignite tinder.

Ye Qing froze for a moment, then lowered her gaze to where she couldn't see her toes; a flush rose on her cheeks as she said, "Not yet, Boss—we'll wait a bit and then go on stage together." (End of chapter)