Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1072 - 529:

Immediately, an indescribable warm current appeared in her body out of thin air.

It was a sensation as hot as magma, surging into her forehead and instantly flowing throughout her entire body.

The originally cold and stiff fingers regained their sensation.

The heart, which was previously beating uncontrollably, was soothed by a warm, large hand into steadiness.

The fear and distracting thoughts that had occupied her mind were forcefully dispelled by this domineering golden light.

At this moment, the hundreds of audience members and stern judges seemed to become lifeless backdrops.

The entire world was left with only her, and the "sun" below the stage.

Zhou Xiumei’s eyes flickered.

She remembered the silhouette on the tattered tricycle, encouraging her to pursue her dreams in the night breeze.

She recalled countless days and nights spent sweating in the narrow practice studio.

She remembered the four-leaf clover necklace that hung close to her neck, symbolizing luck.

"Hoo..."

Zhou Xiumei closed her eyes and took a deep breath once more.

The feeling of suffocation, as if drowning, instantly dissipated.

When she reopened her eyes, the once evasive, timid gaze had transformed into two extraordinarily bright flames.

Her previously curled-up body gradually straightened as she adjusted the position of the guitar strap.

"Dear teachers."

Addressing the microphone, Zhou Xiumei’s voice no longer trembled; it was steady and resolute:

"Next, I will perform an original song titled ’Until the End of the World,’ thank you all."

At this moment, standing among the crowd, Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow.

In his spiritual sense, there was a faint golden thread extending from the Great Sun in his mind, connecting to Zhou Xiumei.

But he didn’t think much of it because the sound of the guitar had already begun on stage.

"Strum—"

A crisp strumming sound rang out, followed by a smooth arpeggio.

Zhou Xiumei’s eyes sparkled, her head slightly lifted, but she didn’t rush toward the microphone.

Instead, she waited for the last note of the prelude to drop, then gently opened her lips and smoothly delivered the first line:

"They say the seasons are becoming more erratic,

Even the raindrops are getting hurt,

The whole world is like dust in the wind,

No one dares to loudly ask, do you love me?"

As the first verse was sung, the entire venue suddenly fell silent.

The previously indifferent judges seemed to have pressed a pause button, halting their actions uniformly.

The judge who was just about to take a sip of water even held the cup suspended in mid-air, forgetting to lower it.

This song was a classic work by Qi Qin, transcribed by Fang Cheng based on his past life memories.

The melody carries a late-century rock desolation, originally meant to be performed by a weathered male voice.

Yet, Zhou Xiumei’s clear and ethereal, yet slightly stubborn female voice bestowed it with a wholly different soul.

Like a wildflower blooming resolutely in the cold wind upon the ruins.

Poignant, fragile, but full of stirring Life Force.

"Don’t ask me if forever is enough."

Zhou Xiumei’s eyes turned dreamy, as if fully immersed, her left hand adeptly shifted positions on the guitar neck.

"If the Earth breaks away from the universe,

The eternal land begins to melt,

Let us tightly embrace and turn into sand,

If the world’s end truly brings judgment,

We’ll be the only two humans left..."

With the progression of lyrics and emotions, the intensity of her right hand’s strumming gradually increased, her voice resonating from the chest cavity, becoming clearer with each note.

Every note was like a bullet, accurately striking the hearts of everyone present.

The audience, initially ready to watch a spectacle, now gaped in astonishment, forgetting to raise the light signs in their hands.

On the judges’ panel, Cheng Jiashu’s eyes shone brightly, his smile growing deeper as if he had discovered a priceless treasure.

"The storm gradually rises, the ground starts to shake,

I call out to you in the wind, do you hear me,

Don’t let the world’s end arrive before,

That question still hides in your mouth, do you love me?"

As she entered the chorus, Zhou Xiumei seemed to completely let go.

Her fingertips pressed firmly on the guitar strings, producing a vibration.

That burning energy kept resonating in her chest cavity, as if all transformed into a soul-stirring song at this moment.

She forgot about technique, forgot about the stage, even forgot about herself.

She simply sang from her instincts, using her voice to release all the emotions suppressed in the dark corners over the years.

"Don’t be afraid, la... la... la..."

In the final chants, she restrained the explosiveness, transitioning to a gentle whisper, her gaze infinitely tender.

As if whispering to the closest person in the entire world.

The song echoed beneath the studio’s dome, like a pair of tender hands smoothing the creases on everyone’s hearts.

Many emotional female audience members covered their mouths, tears sparkling in the corners of their eyes.

Many people were entirely immersed in this tragic yet passionate end-of-the-world atmosphere, unable to extricate themselves.

As the song ended.

The guitar’s final notes vibrated in the air, lingering for a long time.

Zhou Xiumei pressed down on the strings, her chest heaving.

A sheen of sweat graced her forehead, but her eyes were shining brightly.

The room was silent for a full three seconds.

Then, a thunderous applause erupted.