Chapter 1555: 1555
On TV.
The live broadcast continued.
Guan Xue had been the first contestant to get voted off the stage. However, no one was lamenting this as the second round of the battle of the grand champions was about to take place immediately. Another contestant was going to get voted off. That would cut down the number of competing singers for the culmination battle to three people. The drawing of lots began.
Who would stay on?
Who would advance to the top three?
Who would get a chance to compete for the title of greatest champion the following week?
It would all depend on this next round.
Backstage, the staff had already brought out the little balls representing the order of appearance.
Many people were watching the proceedings nervously on TV.
Hai Yifei picked a ball.
Qi Liang picked a ball.
Qu Dong casually picked a ball as well.
The remaining ball was given to Zhang Ye.
Opening them up, the order of appearances was determined.
Zhang Ye was going to sing first.
Hai Yifei was next.
Qu Dong would be third.
And Qi Liang would go last.
Seeing this outcome, the trio of Qi Liang, Hai Yifei, and Qu Dong heaved sighs of relief. When Zhang Ye didn't get eliminated, they were all rather surprised. Neither could they understand why that had happened, just like how the people of Zhang Ye's generation could not understand how this era belonged to the hot, young male stars, and vice versa. Furthermore, being so well-known back then, and with so many legends about him in the industry, they were naturally more wary of Zhang Ye. This time, with Zhang Ye performing first, there was clearly no chance that he could compete with them. Only with this arrangement did they feel relieved. It looked like the climactic battle of the grand champions next week was going to be a fight between the three male idols. In their opinion, this was how it should have been in the first place.
But Zhang Ye didn't seem to mind and was looking rather indifferent on camera.
…
At Zhang Ye's maternal grandma's house.
His three sisters were all getting anxious.
"Oh no, oh no!"
"Our brother is going to perform first?"
"This is not good!"
…
Dong Shanshan's house.
"He didn't draw a good lot."
"This is the worst order of appearance for him."
"Zhang'er has just finished singing and didn't get enough rest."
"Yeah, and his remaining opponents are all hunks!"
…
In Zhang Ye's fan groups.
"What the hell!"
"Old Zhang is too unlucky!"
"Did he not wash his hands before drawing lots?"
"He's in danger this time."
…
Old Chen's house.
"He just made his comeback, and his popularity hasn't recovered. It's indeed a very difficult situation for him to be performing first."
"I wonder how many fans he still has left at this point?"
"No one knows."
…
At Xiaodong's house.
"The remaining contestants are all male idols."
"How is he going to fight this battle?"
"Come on, Teacher Zhang, show us if you've really become old!"
…
On TV.
The host, Cui Na, said, "Next, we'll be going into the second round of the performances."
Everyone watched intently.
Countless people were holding their breaths.
The lights flicked off and the moon gate was illuminated.
The figure of a person slowly walked out.
The audience was still as quiet as before, just like how it was when Zhang Ye appeared on stage earlier. Some people had raised their hands to clap, but they suddenly put them down again. Some people were already standing up and getting ready to shout, but they sighed and sat back down again. Nobody knew how they should be reacting. Right now, everyone was experiencing very complex emotions. They were all still intoxicated from the earlier song and by their memories of Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye's return had come too suddenly.
The war between humans and machines.
Announcing his comeback.
Producing a television drama.
Taking to the stage of I Am a Singer.
A lot of people were not mentally prepared for this, and they didn't know how to face this man they had nearly forgotten about, whom they had once loved and hated so much. Time could be terrifying thing sometimes. Just a few years were enough for them to forget about many things. Back at Zhang Ye's final concert, many of them had shouted and declared that they would wait for Zhang Ye to return, that they would always support him. But it wasn't until now that they realized they hadn't fulfilled their old promise.
Shame.
Regret.
Guilt.
It was extremely quiet at the venue.
Many of these people were gritting their teeth.
Many of their eyes had reddened.
Many of them were balling up their fists.
Then the strings of a guitar disrupted the silence.
Rock?
Was this rock 'n' roll?
They looked in shock at Zhang Ye, who was onstage. They realized that he was looking back at them. He was looking at everyone in the audience.
He raised his microphone.
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