Song time soon arrived, and the top three contestants had already performed their songs. They were all excellent, with their arrangements showing some flavor. They couldn't be said to surpass the originals, but they were still refreshing.
When Zhao An took the stage, the entire audience erupted in cheers. With a slight hairdo, Zhao An looked incredibly handsome. Coupled with the affability bestowed upon him by the system, it was hard for anyone to dislike him. They instantly recognized him as someone they liked. He simply suited everyone's personality. Young and old, male and female, everyone found Zhao An appealing.
"Thank you, everyone." Zhao An bowed deeply to the audience, like an artist thanking his fans. This gesture drew another round of cheers, with the audience shouting his name with joy.
The four mentors seated at the front were somewhat surprised. This level of affability had reached an extreme, arguably even greater than any of their own. This was pure superstardom! Wow, I'm just wowed!
"Today, I'm singing Na Ying's song, 'Day Does Not Understand the Darkness of Night.' I had originally planned to sing Liu Huan's 'Hero Song,' but I can't quite capture that heroic spirit; the style doesn't mesh. Okay, music," Zhao An said briefly before launching into his vocal performance.
Unlike Na Ying's performance, Zhao An's voice carries a melancholy, capturing the emotional struggles of both men and women. Everyone can find a connection in the song, which is truly remarkable.
Even until the song's end, no one was able to recover, their voice captivated by his magnetic voice and focused delivery, transported to memories that will remain with them for a long time.
Zhao An glanced around; almost no one could resist his voice. This is the magic of music. Music requires true musicians to bring it to life, and life cannot be without music!
"Thank you, everyone. My song is over." Zhao An said, then slowly stepped back from the stage, leaving with a carefree demeanor, without a single thought of regret.
The four mentors looked at each other, all a bit bewildered. This singer was already on par with them. To put it bluntly, he had surpassed them. This was a true musician!
"What do you think?" Yang Kun asked, a slightly distressed expression on his face. He had indeed gained popularity before, but that was due to trolls. It was because Zhao An had covered one of his songs, and people compared them. Almost nine out of ten people thought Zhao An's singing was better, that his cover surpassed the original, and simply crushed the original!
Yang Kun didn't die; he was still popular for a while, but this popularity wasn't what he wanted. Popularity was good, but it didn't bring any profit, so it was better not to have it!
"I think it's fine. Champion, well-deserved!" Liu Huan immediately gave him a perfect score of 10. Besides, Zhao An had previously praised him, and he naturally wanted to express his support.
Na Ying was also speechless and gave him a perfect score of 10.
Seeing the two men's resolute stance, Yang Kun reluctantly gave them a perfect score. And Harlem Yu, the "helper" who was there, was even worse. He was just there to make up the numbers. If he weren't with Liu Huan and Na Ying, who would even know him? Who was he?
All four mentors gave full marks. So, was there any need to announce the winner? It was practically predetermined the moment the result came out. That's it.
Huo Wenxi made a victory gesture from the audience, her face beaming with excitement. Only if Zhao An succeeded would she, as an agent, be taken seriously. Being an agent for a big star—or rather, bringing up a big star—was much more fulfilling.
Inside the company, G.E.M. was also watching the competition. When she saw all four mentors gave full marks, she practically jumped for joy. She'd been fantasizing about being in a relationship with Zhao An. Wasn't it normal to be sexually exploited? Being sexually exploited by such a talented, handsome man was much better than being sexually exploited by those portly, smelly, 50- or 60-year-olds.
With the competition over, Zhang Qige and the others also started livestreaming. After all, the boss's competition still needed some support.
The livestream naturally focused on bragging about Zhao An, boasting about his singing skills and so on. After all, anything related to Zhao An would always garner some attention and buzz.
On the stage, the host had already invited the operations manager of the company hosting the competition to present Zhao An with his award.
"Now, please welcome the operations manager of the herbal tea company, the sponsor of this program, to present the award to our champion. This champion is truly well-deserved. I'll never forget that. I wonder if you all feel the same way? Okay, let's all welcome the presenter with applause!" The host's skills were quite good; at least his words were appropriate and didn't stifle the audience.
A middle-aged man walked onto the stage and, with the help of a hostess, handed a glass trophy to Zhao An. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you!" Zhao An shook his hand, and the two of them took a photo together holding the trophy. After the photo session, the two stood together again, and the four mentors took the stage together for a photo session.
Na Ying, quite cleverly, stood beside Zhao An, a formal smile plastered on her face. "Congratulations, Mr. An."
"Thank you! You're the seniors. I still have a lot to learn from you. Haha," Zhao An said with a smile, not smug, but rather calm. Just a singing competition champion, what's so great about that?
The lights flashed, and being watched by all those cameras and cameras, it felt really good to be on the headlines. Especially hearing the audience around me chanting my name, it felt a bit overwhelming. It was so refreshing.
No wonder so many people love being a celebrity. Being flattered and adored is truly wonderful. Watching these lickers was a real treat.
In the audience, two men and one woman looked down at Zhao An, who was enjoying the stage's glory. They were losers, defeated in the competition. They do have the strength, but the opponents they encountered were too strong. It wasn't because they were incompetent, but because they encountered a genius. It was not their fault.