Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1566 - 752:

The night descends, and the city’s neon lights illuminate one after another.

At the East Capital TV Station Building, the iconic wave-shaped façade resembles a brilliant galaxy under the floodlights’ glow.

Above the main entrance, a giant LED screen several meters high is simultaneously broadcasting the live internal footage, attracting countless passersby to stop and look up.

[National New Talent Singing Competition·Finals Entry Round]

Tonight’s event is no longer the chaotic scene of a marketplace like two months ago during the initial auditions,

but a prime-time live broadcast program that genuinely captures the attention of tens of millions of viewers nationwide.

Inside the studio hall, the atmosphere is both solemn and enthusiastic.

Dozens of high-definition cameras on heavy mechanical arms weave in the air, capturing and transmitting images from every angle without missing a detail.

Above the dome, over a hundred smart moving lights cast colorful beams, changing hues with the music’s rhythm.

On stage, a male contestant has just finished his performance.

The four professional judges seated in a semicircular panel are calmly giving their evaluations.

A round of polite yet enthusiastic applause erupts onsite.

As the exit music plays, the host in a well-tailored suit walks into the center of the stage with a smile.

He adjusts his wireless headset, facing the main camera lens, his voice powerful and infectious:

"Thank you to contestant number seventeen for that wonderful performance!"

"Next up is someone very special. Those who have followed our East Capital regional auditions are surely familiar with her."

"She once won unanimous praise from three judges with an original song that shook the house, propelling her directly into the semi-finals, and causing a sensation online as a beloved ’White Moonlight’ goddess by the popular vote."

The host turns aside and gestures toward the stage entry corridor:

"Now, let us welcome contestant number eighteen, Zhou Xiumei, with the most enthusiastic applause!"

The beams of spotlights around the stage instantly shift direction, converging at the stairway entrance leading to the stage.

In the special guest section in the front row, Fang Cheng sits comfortably in a wide, soft chair, his legs crossed.

To his left, Wen Xin excitedly waves her glow stick, her face flushed red.

To Fang Cheng’s right sits a small, thin girl wearing a faded blue shirt, looking particularly reserved.

That girl is Bean.

After her tutoring session ended this afternoon, Bean originally intended to follow Jiang Yun back to Hidden Cloud Cottage to do her homework.

But her good friend Wen Xin persistently pulled her into Fang Cheng’s car, bringing her along to the TV station to cheer for Zhou Xiumei.

For Bean, who has lived in the shadows since childhood, such grand lighting displays, deafening sound systems, and the crowded surroundings are sights she never imagined in her many years of life.

Her hands tightly grip the chair’s armrests.

Her bright eyes are filled with nervousness and curiosity, and even her breathing subconsciously becomes much lighter.

Fang Cheng turns to look at the two young girls, his lips curving slightly upward.

In stark contrast to the chaotic and noisy temporary examination hall during the auditions, tonight’s entry round is of exceptionally high standards.

Elites from thirty-six regional divisions across the country have gathered here, evaluated by professional mentors, voted on by live audiences, and participated by viewers via text messages, ultimately deciding the top twenty competitors nationwide tonight.

This is already a fierce competition among top-notch contenders, where every remaining contestant is a powerful vocalist.

At this moment, the lights on stage turn to a soothing warm yellow.

Zhou Xiumei, wearing low-heeled sandals, walks slowly onto the stage.

Tonight, she isn’t carrying a guitar like she did at the auditions but is dressed in a simple white dress adorned with a few light blue embroidered flowers at the hem.

Her previously casual long hair has been styled into elegant curls by a professional hairstylist, cascading over her shoulders.

Though her slightly tightened shoulders under the countless spotlights and cameras betray inner anxiety,

compared to two months ago when she was a social anxiety girl who could barely speak or seemed ready to faint at any moment.

Now, her eyes have gained a calm resilience and determination.

Zhou Xiumei walks to the microphone stand in the center of the stage and bows slightly to the audience and judges.

The audience’s applause gradually fades.

Zhou Xiumei reaches out and grasps the microphone.

Her gaze bypasses the dazzling lights and instinctively lands on Fang Cheng in the audience below.

Their eyes meet in the air, conveying mutual thoughts and expectations.

Zhou Xiumei takes a deep breath, calming her nerves.

Then, she holds the microphone gently with both hands and smiles, softly saying:

"Good evening, mentors, and all the audience both here and watching on TV. Tonight, I will sing a song that a very dear friend wrote for me."

As she says this, her eyes become tender, slightly shy as she looks at Fang Cheng:

"The song is called ’Invisible Wings’."

Fang Cheng meets Zhou Xiumei’s gaze from the audience, offering a hint of encouragement with a slight nod.

’Invisible Wings’ is a track carefully selected from his vast memory archive from his previous life, one he believes will absolutely astonish the audience again in this competition.

Beyond that, Fang Cheng has secretly exerted some influence.

At the moment Zhou Xiumei mentioned the song title, a faint glow appeared on Fang Cheng’s brow.

In a dimension unseen by others, a crystalline golden thread extends silently from the void, subtly linking to Zhou Xiumei on stage.