mijobooks Chapter 431 Have you ever thought about how I feel?
Chapter 431 Have you ever thought about how I feel?
In the crowd, a burly warrior player suddenly covered his face, squatted on the ground, and burst into tears.
"Waaaaah, I miss my ex-girlfriend..."
Emotions are contagious.
Although the NPCs couldn't understand the specific story in the lyrics, the soothing melody and Lin Miao's inherent aloof and detached aura as a cultivator directly dealt them a devastating blow.
The song ended.
Lin Miao put down the "microphone".
The accompaniment stopped, and the NPCs of the Supreme Guard uniformly put away their musical phantoms and disappeared into the shadows.
The square remained quiet.
No magic light bulbs exploded, no floors shattered, and no mental pollution occurred.
Only a gentle evening breeze blew by.
Three seconds later, a deafening cheer erupted from the audience.
"That's what singing is all about!"
"I declare, this is art!"
"Number 10! Number 10!"
The players were waving their arms wildly.
After being tormented for over an hour by the previous nine gruesome programs, Lin Miao's song "Later" became a divine song that directly healed their mental trauma.
The NPCs were equally excited.
They couldn't understand the modern emotions in the lyrics, but the gentle, soothing melody was definitely much more pleasing to the ear than the death roar of the merfolk.
On the judges' panel, Horn and Sanshui exchanged a glance.
The two of them turned to look at Chen You at the same time.
Chen You leaned back in his chair, unscrewed his thermos, took a sip of goji berry water, and nodded.
"A champion has emerged," Chen You declared in four words.
Horn immediately stood up, clapping his hands until they were red: "Heavenly sound! This is true art that strikes the soul! There are no superfluous techniques, only genuine emotion!"
Sanshui slammed the abacus on the table and loudly echoed, "The commercial value is off the charts! This innocent image will definitely appeal to both young and old. Full marks! Absolutely full marks!"
A pale blue, semi-transparent light screen popped up in the void in front of Chen You.
[Referee Rating Panel]
Without the slightest hesitation, Chen You immediately filled in the score after Lin Miao's name.
As for the first nine contestants, he didn't even look at them, and just scrolled down with a row of "0".
They're too lazy to even pretend.
Horn and Sanshui peeked at Chen You's actions and broke out in a cold sweat.
This acting city lord is no longer going to put on an act.
The two dared not delay and quickly gave Lin Miao a score of 100 on their respective assistant judge panels, and zero for the rest.
"Next, we'll move on to the public voting!"
The goblin host held up a megaphone, his voice so excited he almost split his legs.
The voting interface appeared simultaneously in front of tens of thousands of audience members.
Chen You stood up.
He picked up the "microphone" on the table and cleared his throat.
The entire arena fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on the "selfless" referee.
"Everyone," Chen You's deep voice rang out, "You all witnessed the performance just now."
"What is art? What is the alienation of capital?"
He pointed to Lin Miao on the stage.
"This is the pure voice of resistance against capitalism! It has no flashy special effects, no sensational gimmicks."
"She only has one heart: a love for the stage!"
Chen You emphasized his words.
"I know there are countless eyes watching us from behind the scenes."
"Those big conglomerates and powerful forces are trying to insult our aesthetic sense by using the contestants they control."
"But art doesn't believe in secrets!"
"Now, take up your voting rights and cast your votes for number 10! Let those capitalists see what it means to be the popular choice!"
The words fell.
The crowd below the stage was outraged.
"Down with capitalism! Number 10 will win!"
"You Shen is right! We won't choose the monster, we'll choose Lin Miao!"
"Charge! Throw number 10 into the fault zone!"
Players frantically clicked the voting button.
Influenced by the emotions, the NPCs also cast their votes for Lin Miao.
Ten minutes later.
Voting channels are closed.
The final vote count appeared on a giant magical projection in mid-air.
First place: Lin Miao. Judges' score: 300 (out of 100). Public votes: 98542.
Second place: Bobo. Judges' score: 0. Public votes: 12.
Third place: Yingying Monster. Judges' score: 0. Public votes: 5.
……
First fault.
An overwhelming victory.
The goblin host's hands were trembling as he looked at the statistics sheet in his hand.
He had lived in Cangxing City for sixty years and had never seen such blatant point control.
But he dared not say it.
"I declare!" the goblin host shouted hoarsely, "The first champion of 'Voice of Stars' is—number 10, Lin Miao!"
Fireworks burst into bloom across the sky.
The magical beams of light intertwined to form dazzling patterns.
Lin Miao stood in the center of the stage, completely dazed.
How long has she been in the Origin Realm?
I participated in a lottery, did two tasks, and then got dragged into a talent show.
He became a champion just by singing one song?
Is this the start arranged by the national team?
She looked at Chen You on the judges' panel.
Chen You was holding a thermos when he gave her a knowing smile, as if he had nothing to hide.
"Please come forward, champion, to receive your exclusive idol badge!" The goblin host walked forward carrying a tray.
Just as Lin Miao was about to reach out and accept the medal.
"Bang!"
The giant curtain at the back of the stage was torn apart by a violent force.
Debris flew everywhere.
A burly figure, two meters tall, strode out.
She was wearing extremely tight overalls, a white shirt on top, and her hair was firmly fixed in a middle part with hair wax.
Her left hand was steadily holding a basketball.
It was none other than James Sand, the lord of Hidden Star City.
Sander's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently.
With each step she took, the stage floor trembled.
The entire audience was stunned.
Why is there another program?
The goblin host was so frightened that he fell to the ground, and the medals in the tray rolled to the side.
Lin Miao took two steps back, looking warily at the fierce woman who exuded a terrifying aura.
Sander ignored everyone.
She walked straight to the edge of the stage and stared intently down at Chen You on the judges' panel.
"tutor!"
Sander let out a deafening roar, the sound waves echoing across the square, causing the players in the front row to quickly cover their ears.
"What about me?!"
Sander held up the basketball in his hand and pointed at the scoreboard.
"Is the match over?"
"Has the championship been awarded?"
"Where's my script for becoming the Great Demon King?!"
Sander's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice carried three parts anger, three parts grievance, and four parts despair at being deceived.
"I waited backstage for a full two hours!"
"I've mastered 'singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball' to the highest level!"
"I even rehearsed my facial expressions in front of the mirror a hundred times!"
Sander slammed the basketball to the ground.
"You told me that at the most crucial moment, I would parachute in with absolute dominance, crushing the mediocre!"
"Now you're telling me the game's over?!"
The entire room fell silent.
The players looked at each other in bewilderment.
The NPCs didn't dare to breathe loudly.
All eyes darted back and forth between Sander and Chen You.
Horn and Sanshui had already shrunk under the table, wishing they could dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot.
The city lord has gone berserk; this could be a matter of life and death.
On the judges' panel.
Chen You's hand, holding the thermos, froze in mid-air.