fictionpage Chapter 202 I also want to know how high the sun is!
Chapter 202 I also want to know how high the sun is!
Jiang Bai held the microphone with both hands, swaying gently to the rhythm, his gaze sweeping over the audience, his eyes full of doting affection.
Her lips parted slightly, and her voice flowed as smoothly as silk:
Let me tell you softly~
"The stars in the sky are waiting~"
As the first line of the song was sung.
He has become Yang Yuying, singing sweet songs on stage.
He shrugged slightly, then turned his head a little to the right, gently opening his hands at his sides with palms facing upwards, as if catching falling petals.
This gesture is playful, lively, and elegant.
Share your loneliness and your joy~
"What else can't be said?"
Let me slowly approach you~ Reach out your hands, you still have me~
"I give you my fantasies~ my blessings~"
"Life's sunshine is the warmest."
He took a step forward, his gaze becoming more focused.
The upward curve of his lips widened, revealing his pearly white teeth.
That smile was as bright as the midday sun, but not dazzling; it only made people feel warm.
boom--!
If the previous song "Love You" was like a popping candy that exploded in your mouth, making you want to dance along.
So this song, "Gently Tell You," is like a cup of warm honey water, flowing down your throat into your stomach, warm and sweet to the heart.
The audience felt a chill run down their spines, and then their whole bodies went limp.
That retro, pure sweetness is simply overwhelming!
on the stage.
Jiang Bai sang while maintaining a sweet smile.
His voice, after being modified to be androgynous, has had all its sharp edges removed, becoming soft, delicate, and incredibly sweet!
Jiang Bai, wearing loafers, took two steps on the stage.
She didn't stride forward, but rather took small, quick steps, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, creating a fragrant breeze.
He turned to the side, giving the audience a stunning profile view, his pearl earrings shimmering under the lights.
Don't ask me how high the sun is~
"I'll tell you how genuine I am~"
Immediately afterwards, he gently placed his hand on his chest and leaned forward slightly.
The movements were devout and shy.
It's like a young girl in the throes of first love, confessing her feelings to her sweetheart.
Don't ask me how many stars there are~
"I'll tell you a lot~"
Don't ask me how high the sun is~
"I'll tell you how genuine I am~"
Don't ask me how many stars there are~
"I will tell you a lot~ a lot~"
When he sang "stars," Jiang Bai slowly raised one hand, his slender index finger pointing to a point in the void.
My gaze followed that line, and it was as if I could truly see a sky full of stars.
Then, he turned his gaze back to the audience below the stage.
Those eyes were shimmering with moisture, as if they held a pool of spring water.
"boom--"
The audience members, regardless of their generation, were completely captivated at that moment!
A bald, middle-aged man in the front row, who usually looks fierce, was now clutching his chest with both hands, displaying a "tough guy with a soft heart" expression, muttering to himself:
"Oh dear... my heart..."
"This isn't singing, it's handing me candy!"
"I'm reminded of my first love. She looked at me with that same smile back then..."
The young college students in the back row went even crazier, waving their glow sticks like propellers:
"Wife! Wife, look at me!"
"This is the epitome of sweet girl charm! All those 'clown' voices are nothing compared to this!"
"I want to know how high the sun is too! Any height you tell me, I'll take it!"
.......
Don't ask me how many stars there are~
"I will tell you a lot~ a lot~"
On the mentor's seat.
Zhang Xingzhe, known as the "Prince of Love Songs," has completely lost control of his facial expressions at this moment.
He rested his hands on his chin, his eyes slightly moist—a mixture of elation and regret at having found a kindred spirit, or even a forgotten gem.
"That's amazing..."
He couldn't help but turn his head and sigh to Wang Feng beside him:
"Old Wang, did you notice?"
"How to handle this breathy sound!"
"This is so authentic!"
"This isn't one of those fast-food pop songs you see these days!"
"The arrangement, the enunciation, and the delicate way each note is carefully crafted and then released..."
"This is the flavor of that golden age of the last century! It's the purest 'sweet song style' of our time!"
Wang Feng's eyes were filled with nostalgia:
"yes......."
"This singing style, this typhoon—it's textbook-perfect retro!"
"I feel like I'm not recording a TV show, I'm watching the Spring Festival Gala from thirty years ago!"
"That innocence, that subtlety, that unspoken tenderness."
"How did she do that? She's only eighteen, how could she capture the essence of that era so perfectly?!"
"If only Jiang Baizhi had been born ten years earlier, no, twenty years earlier!"
"If she were in that era of dazzling stars, she would absolutely dominate! She could even become a legendary diva!"
Li Ronghao, standing next to him, had his eyes closed and looked dazed.
His thoughts seemed to be carried back to his distant childhood by the song.
It was a summer afternoon.
The old electric fan creaked overhead.
My mother, wearing a floral dress made of polyester, hummed softly to the radio as she picked vegetables.
The posters on the wall featured calendar girls with sweet smiles and clear eyes.
This song is a beautiful song full of the texture of time.
"mom......."
Lee Ronghao murmured something unconsciously, then suddenly opened his eyes and awkwardly wiped his mouth.
He looked at Jiang Bai on the stage, at her retro style and gentle smile.
"So alike! Absolutely so!"
"He looks exactly like all the singers I idolized when I was a kid!"
"This feeling of time travel... it's too unfair!"
Li Ronghao wailed inwardly:
"It's all over!"
"I was just thinking about how to get the students to make a comeback, and how to use a sad song to break through her sweet defenses."
"And then they just pulled out a 'nostalgia card'!"
"How the hell do we fight this? How the hell do we fight this?"
"Forget about my student, I want to surrender! I want to vote for her!"
Na-young, sitting directly in front as the chief examiner, was also filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.
She originally thought Jiang Bai would continue to sing those energetic, bouncy songs, since that was her comfort zone.
Unexpectedly, this girl pulled out such a vintage, slow song that showed her skill!
"This child..."
Na-young looked at Jiang Bai, her gaze softening even more:
"Why does it feel like she's mentally older than me when she sings?"
"This composure, this control over emotions, is completely unlike that of an eighteen-year-old girl."
"Unlike the outward passion of 'Love You,' this song is introverted and heartfelt."
"That's too safe!"
"These aren't students; they're clearly guests here to cause trouble!"
Nayoung glanced smugly at the three male mentors beside her who were completely dumbfounded, feeling incredibly pleased with herself.
"Hmph, envious, aren't you?"
"Jealous, aren't you?"
"This is someone from my Nayoung team! You can't take her away from me!"