Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1567 - 752: Invisible Wings (Part 2)

That was the manifestation of the "Sun Heart Net" establishing the connection.

Fang Cheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes deep and bright.

His purpose was to impart a trace of Spiritual Energy to Zhou Xiumei using the recently mastered "Divine Power."

This spiritual enhancement could allow Zhou Xiumei’s emotional expression to break through its original limits, granting the song the power to touch hearts and resonate with souls.

Like the Sirens in mythology, possessing special Magic Power, able to capture everyone’s mind with just their song.

The scene was silent for a few seconds.

Wen Xin and Bean sat nearby, holding their breath like the rest of the audience, expectantly looking at the center of the stage.

"Ding—dong—"

The clear piano keys sounded slowly in the hall, followed by the melodious accompaniment of a violin.

The soothing prelude melody was like a gentle night breeze, brushing over every corner of the hall.

Zhou Xiumei stood in the center of the stage, her eyes slightly closed.

As if she could feel the continuous warmth and Strength transmitted from Fang Cheng.

All the anxiety and nervousness in her heart dissipated at that moment, leaving only the purest Concentration on music.

She opened her eyes, pulled the microphone closer to her lips, and delivered the first line of the lyrics:

"Every time, I grow strong amid wandering alone,

Every time, even when hurt, I don’t shed tears.

I know, I always have a pair of Invisible Wings,

Taking me flying, flying past despair..."

The moment she started singing, the murmurs that were there just vanished completely.

Except for the echoing melody, the entire hall was silent as a grave.

Zhou Xiumei’s voice was clear and bright, like a spring flowing down from a snowy peak, untainted by any worldly greasiness or vulgarity.

More remarkably, she displayed a high level of professionalism in handling the breath changes and resonance between phrases.

Combined with the vocal master Zhang Hui brought in earlier and Cheng Jiashu’s private guidance, she fully transformed her naturally good voice into a powerful singing skill.

At the mentor’s seat, four of the top music producers and singers in the country all sat up straight.

The senior record producer on the far left glanced at the contestant information in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief.

With headphones on, he drew a circle heavily on the chart with the pencil in his hand.

Meanwhile, in the control room, the massive monitor wall displayed dozens of camera shots.

The show’s general director wore an earpiece, his mouth slightly ajar, staring at the breathtakingly beautiful face of Zhou Xiumei on the main monitor screen.

He stopped all movements, sank into his seat, seemingly also captivated by this infectiously divine sound, unable to stop himself from being immersed in it.

"Quick! Cut to camera two for a slow-motion close-up!"

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, loudly ordering with his finger on the earpiece:

"Zoom in! Capture the light in her eyes, dim the lights, leaving only the spotlight!"

"Yes, this kind of gaze... this quality, it’s simply a godsend opportunity!"

"Next, maximize the dynamic range of the sound track, don’t let any noise disrupt this Qi Field!"

Fortunately, the director responded in time, and millions of viewers in front of their TVs clearly saw a touching moment.

In the scene, the girl in a white dress stood alone at the center of the dark stage, a beam of light descending from the sky.

Her eyes were bright as Stars, every syllable uttered from her lips carried a heart-stirring force.

In a simple living room in East City District.

A middle-aged woman who was originally tidying up the dishes stopped her actions, holding a cloth, staring dumbly at the TV screen.

Her high-school senior daughter, who was focused on her test preparation on the sofa, also looked up, biting the cap of her pen, her gaze gradually becoming entranced.

Seeming to recall a certain dream buried deep in her heart since childhood.

In a bustling downtown bar.

The large screen television hanging above the bar counter played the song that touched the hearts so vividly.

The patrons who were toasting and rolling dice unconsciously turned their heads to the sound, lowering their shouting volume.

A weary middle-aged man held a wine glass, staring blankly at the lyrics on the screen, his eyes gradually growing misty.

On a late-night loop bus.

A young office worker sitting by the window with headphones, his phone screen playing the live broadcast of the competition.

Listening to the line "Taking me flying, flying past despair," he turned to look at the fleeting night view of the city outside the window, exhaling a long breath, his previously heavy lips subtly curling upward.

This song didn’t have the desolate rocky flavor and romantic fantasies like "Until the End of the World," but contained a kind of gentle yet strong emotional resonance.

It was perfectly suitable for Zhou Xiumei, for her childhood plagued with illnesses, for those years she spent alone in a dark room steeped in solitude.

Even more suitable for every ordinary person with dreams, perfectly aligning with this stage where one needs to declare war on fate.

In fact, this song could serve as the symbolic theme song for the entire talent show competition.

Because this wasn’t just a song, it was a beam of light shining into the dim lives of countless ordinary people.

In the hall, the song reached its climax.

"Not to think, they have a beautiful sun,

I see, even the sunset changes each day.

I know, I always have a pair of Invisible Wings,

Takes me flying, gives me hope..."

Zhou Xiumei slightly raised her head, her chest resonating fully.

Her high notes were smooth and resounding, without a trace of jarring pressure.

Instead, it was like a dove with infinite Strength, flapping its wings soaring straight to the clouds.

In the audience, many female spectators couldn’t help but shed tears.

Bean, sitting next to Fang Cheng, clenched her hands tightly onto her clothes.

She didn’t understand complex vocal techniques, but every word in the lyrics seemed to tell her own story.

The little girl struggling in the dark, shivering in the cold wind but still yearning to see tomorrow’s sun.

Finally, Bean’s tears flowed out, sliding down her skinny face.

Fang Cheng sensed something unusual, he turned his head, extended his large hand to touch Bean’s head, then soothingly held her icy little hand.

As the creator of all this, through the feedback of the "Sun Heart Net," she could clearly sense the changes in Zhou Xiumei’s Spiritual World.

The once self-abased soul cowering in a corner, now unfolding widespread wings, soaring in the world of music.

This feeling of lifting a pearl from the mud, allowing it to shine with unparalleled brilliance under the gaze of all, gave Fang Cheng an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"Invisible Wings..."

Fang Cheng looked at the radiant girl on stage, whispering to himself:

"You think it’s this song that gave you wings, but actually, it is your own soul that breathed life into it."

On stage, the singing continued.

"All the tears shed will become feathers for flying...

The dreams in pursuit, the song rings out loud.

I finally see all dreams blooming..."

As the last long, clear ending note gently dissipated in the air, the music quietly ceased.

The stage lights came back on.

Zhou Xiumei stood under the spotlight, her chest rising and falling slightly.

She steadied her breath, pulled the microphone back to her chest, and took a deep bow to the audience.

The whole hall was silent for a full two seconds.

Then—

"Boom!"

The accumulated emotions erupted like a volcano, and a thunderous applause instantly engulfed the entire hall.

"Bravo! Absolutely incredible!!"

"Zhou Xiumei! Zhou Xiumei!!"

Countless audience members spontaneously stood up from their seats, waving their light boards and glow sticks, shouting and screaming with all their might.

Even the few picky music critics in the front row stood up with smiles, applauding with appreciation.

In the mentor’s seat, all four mentors simultaneously stood up.

Cheng Jiashu, sitting in the middle, in a black custom suit, his meticulously groomed appearance shining under the light.

He clapped vigorously while picking up the microphone, his eyes almost overflowing with enthusiasm:

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!"