Leng Zimo’s voice was very calm, conveying an absolute objectivity.
In front of work, this is just the kind of person he was.
Towards music, he was just that exacting.
What is music? It’s the outpouring of the soul, not rely a display of technique.
Shen Xinyi pursed her lips, and though she felt very disappointed, she dared not show it. Leng Zimo was EM’s investor, her direct boss, and she wasn’t foolish enough to cross him.
"Thank you for the comntary, teacher. Perhaps I was too nervous!"
Leng Zimo indifferently set down his signboard; he was always a man of few words.
"Our ’Emperor Leng’ is still so demanding!" Host Han Jun and Ouyang Jing stepped forward in ti to smooth things over.
"Let’s see Shen Xinyi’s score - the audience gave her 199, the judges 35, for a total of 234 points!" Ouyang Qing read out the number with exaggerated enthusiasm, "What are we waiting for? Shouldn’t we cheer for the highest score of the evening?!"
As expected of a gold-dal host, he quickly turned the slight dip caused by Leng Zimo’s criticism into another exhilarating peak.
Watching her ranking jump to first place on the big screen, Shen Xinyi’s lips revealed an uncontrollable smile of pride.
"Thank you everyone for your support. I will continue to work hard!"
Bowing deeply, she showed great humility.
"Well said. She’s just a singing machine, with no emotion at all, and there she is, putting on an act!" Below the stage, Xu Xia sneered dismissively and then turned to Luo Xiaoqian, "Cheer up, I believe in you. You’ll definitely be number one!"
Luo Xiaoqian nodded lightly, her hands clasped tightly with nervousness.
"Now, let’s send off Shen Xinyi with our applause to rest, and next, the final contestant of the competition will take the stage!" Han Jun paused briefly, "Have you guessed who it is?"
"Luo Xiaoqian!"
"Gold digger!"
...
Imdiately, soone in the audience shouted aloud.
During the ten days of pre-competition training, her supporters and detractors had already been quarreling non-stop on the internet and forums. Whether for better or for worse, her na had long since spread throughout the web.
Naturally, so in the audience supported her, and so disliked her.
"Enough talk. The philosophy of ’Huaxia Idol’ is to let ability do the talking. Now, please welco contestant number 20, Luo Xiaoqian, who will perform ’White Moonlight’ tonight!"
The lights went out.
"Good luck!" Xu Xia gently patted Luo Xiaoqian on the shoulder.
The staff opened the small door, and Luo Xiaoqian took a deep breath, walking slowly up the stairs that led to the stage.
The spotlight directed its beam at her, enveloping her figure.
She was wearing a white sleeveless dress, its design simple but elegant, cinched at the waist with a wide red chiffon sash that accentuated her already slender waist to an almost hand-span delicacy.
To match her attire, the makeup artist had intentionally given her a nearly invisible, delicate makeup look. Her silky long hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, showcasing her exquisitely delicate features unmistakably. By her ear, a red hibiscus flower not only echoed her red waistband but also played a pivotal role in perfecting her outfit, ensuring that it didn’t seem too plain and simple.
Under the lights, her white dress seed to emit a glow.
That girl slowly ascended onto the stage, like a moonlight goddess descending from the heavens, her fresh and beautiful appearance capturing everyone’s eyesight.
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