blueteamnovel Chapter 52 Sudden Change of Wind Direction
Chapter 52 Sudden Change of Wind Direction
Then, without warning, he raised it again.
This time, there were no lyrics.
It was just a wordless chant, like an echo from afar, or a sigh overflowing from the heart.
The pitch reached C6—three degrees higher than High C.
The comments section went crazy:
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!"
"Is this a sound a human could produce?"
"I lost three pounds of goosebumps!"
"Did he grow up eating CDs?"
"They knelt down, they really knelt down!"
He didn't end his last sentence with a high note, but instead lowered his voice to an almost whispering volume.
"I wish to spend the rest of my life with only one person."
The piano was put away, the strings were put away, leaving only one string—the erhu.
The soft sound of the zither rose and fell, like a person walking alone under the moon, gradually fading into the night.
The last note fell.
Quiet.
Five seconds later, 12,000 people stood up at the same time.
Applause surged like a tidal wave, one after another, engulfing the entire stadium.
Some people applauded, some screamed, and some wiped away tears.
Ge Mingyue sat in the third row of the audience, and she did not make any move.
She just sat there with red eyes, watching the figure on the stage bathed in the spotlight.
"I'm done singing," she said softly, as if talking to someone, or perhaps to herself.
Judges' votes and audience votes are all open simultaneously.
The numbers on the big screen jumped wildly, like a heartbeat.
100,000, 200,000, 500,000, 1 million... In less than three minutes, Chen Fan's votes had exceeded 2 million, while the second place had less than 500,000.
There is no suspense.
The host walked up to Chen Fan, holding the crystal trophy that symbolized the overall champion.
"Chen Fan, your final vote count is—3,478,921 votes! Congratulations on becoming the champion of this season of Masked Singer!"
The entire venue erupted in cheers once again.
Chen Fan accepted the trophy and held it above his head.
The spotlight shone on him, casting a long shadow.
He stood in the center of the stage, under the gaze of 12,000 people, and in the spotlight of countless live broadcast cameras.
Youyou handed over the microphone: "Say a few words."
Chen Fan took the microphone and remained silent for a moment.
"Thank you to everyone who has supported me," he said, "and thank you to those who have criticized me."
The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even louder cheers.
"It's you guys who make me want to win even more."
He handed the microphone back and didn't say anything more.
Some say he's too arrogant, others say he's genuine.
But only he knew that those words were not just empty flattery.
That's really what he thought.
Without those haters, he probably wouldn't be working so hard.
From this perspective, he should indeed thank them.
That night, Chen Fan dominated the trending topics list.
#Chen Fan, the champion of Masked Singer#
#Chen Fan points to the moon with his left hand#
#Chen Fan C6 High Note#
#ChenFan'sMomentOfGodhood#
#The Masked Singer Finale Livestream Crashed#
Chen Fan's Weibo followers surged by four million within an hour after the match ended.
Yun Duo excitedly shared with Du She beside her, "As expected of Brother Fan! Four million! Four million!"
Dushe grimaced again as she slapped him, but his smile only grew wider.
At this moment, Chen Fan was removing her makeup backstage.
He wasn't as relaxed as he seemed; the real war was just beginning.
He has already played his first card. How will the opponent respond?
******
Wang Junhai sat in front of the television, the remote control creaking under his grip.
The screen showed a replay of the finals, with Chen Fan singing the last high note of "Left Finger Pointing to the Moon".
The barrage of comments was dense and numerous, all saying "Godlike", "Awesome", and "I'm in awe".
He turned off the TV, stood up, walked around for a bit, and then sat back down.
He wanted to curse, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.
He couldn't deny that Chen Fan sang very well.
It was so good that even a picky person like him couldn't find fault with it.
The phone rang; it was Xu Man.
"Teacher Wang, did you see it?"
"I saw it."
Xu Man paused for a moment, then said, "I've already contacted Thomson. The article will be published tomorrow, and the title will be..."
"Don't rush to send it," Wang Junhai interrupted her.
"He just won the championship today, and his popularity is at its peak. Posting about it now will only add fuel to the fire. Wait a couple of days, until the hype has died down a bit, before posting."
"That title..."
"Chen Fan's music lacks soul and cannot reach the international stage."
Wang Junhai said, word by word, "Doesn't he like to be a 'national hero'? Let's let him taste what it's like to be rejected by 'international standards'."
"clear."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Junhai walked to the window.
Outside the window, the night view of Beijing was still dazzling, but to him, those lights seemed to be mocking him.
"Chen Fan, so what if you win in China? This world has never been ruled by China."
"If you've got the guts, let's have another match on the international stage!"
******
The excitement surrounding the victory lasted for two full days.
Chen Fan's name seems to have taken root in the trending topics, impossible to remove.
Interview invitations, business collaborations, and variety show appearances came in like snowflakes.
Ge Mingyue's phone rang from morning till night. While filtering through calls, she cursed, "This hair transplant guy dares to come to me? Does Chen Fan even need a hair transplant?"
Yun Duo muttered to herself, "Now that someone's famous, all sorts of weirdos and monsters want to jump on the bandwagon."
Busy and bustling, it felt like the whole world was embracing this newly crowned champion.
But soon, the wind changed direction.
At 10:00 AM sharp, an account registered as "Thomson International Music Review" posted its first blog post.
The verified information is: former Grammy judge and visiting professor at Berklee College of Music.
There aren't many fans, only a few thousand.
However, Xu Man paid for promotion of this blog post, which was directly pushed to the homepage of millions of users.
@Thomson International Music Review V:
Recently, at the invitation of a friend, I started paying attention to the works of a young singer from China.
His technique impressed me deeply; his control over high notes and the breadth of his vocal range are top-notch, even in the Western music scene.
But technique is just a tool; the soul of music lies in emotion, in thought, and in its ability to break down cultural boundaries and resonate with people of different languages and backgrounds.
Unfortunately, I didn't feel that way about this singer's work.
His songs are beautiful, but their beauty is "closed off".
It's like a garden built on a deserted island; outsiders can admire it from afar, but can't go inside.
He is an excellent singer, but he still has a long way to go before he can "go international".
No names were mentioned, but everyone knew who was being referred to.
This "commentary" is exceptionally well-written.
First, they praised the technique, then said it "lacked soul," and finally escalated to the level of "cultural boundaries."
Praising you is to appear objective; saying you "lack soul" is an unfalsifiable subjective judgment; and elevating it to "unable to go international" is a malicious attack.
You disagree?
Then produce proof!
"emotion"?
That's your subjective feeling, and so is theirs. Who's more noble than whom?
What's more, he's a former Grammy judge.
In a public opinion environment that glorifies foreign things, this title is considered infallible.