Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: What is there to fear, Iâm not afraid at all Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: What is there to fear, Iâm not afraid at all Qin Jun heard the last line of the lyrics and immediately turned to the man beside him, making a remark as if looking for trouble, âTsk tsk, I think youâre out of hope. Sheâs even written a song about the one she likes. You should write a song named âThe Third Personâ too.â
âThe Third Personâ, how bitterly sarcastic.
Zhong Yuye acted as if he hadnât heard.
On stage, because of Rong Yanâs singing, the stadium with tens of thousands fell quiet as chickens.
âToo high an altitude for prying sometimes leaves you gasping for air, unable to flutter your wings
From afar, a birdâs-eye view of moonlight blanketing the vegetation
Is nothing but imagination
Therefore, the posture should be to descend further
Itâs said that the lowest layer of humus soil is very nourishing for love
The moss-covered rotten wood lying across the pond with duckweed, used as a bridge
The ant carefully carries dinner past the large tree with ferns
Under the dense canopy, a secret crush is suitable to carry on behind the light
Gentleness is just rightly found in the moist shade
On the rotten wood bridge, I examine through a magnifying glass the path the ant just crossed
And your extremely delicate liking
As careful as antennae~â
Every single lyric sung by Rong Yan was articulated clearly. To describe it in two wordsâbeautiful! Before she started singing, some thought she was just imitating Yan Qingqingâs performance. After she finished singing, no one would say such a thing because it was completely different.
The melody, the feeling, every aspect was entirely different.
Yan Qingqingâs song felt purely light-hearted, and while it was also nice to listen to, Rong Yanâs performance shattered the fresh impression Yan Qingqing had just made, dazzling to the extreme.
Backstage, Xia Xue, who had been listening to Rong Yanâs singing, was ashen-faced, repeatedly muttering, âImpossible, impossible, how could it be possible.â
In such a short time, how could Rong Yan have created two songs that were highly similar yet completely different in their core?
It was just as Rong Yan had said; she made their previous performances seem like high-quality knock-offs.
Their lyrics had been written by one of the top domestic composers. Could Rong Yan really be more talented than a top composer?
She would never admit to that.
Yan Qingqing also had an expression as if she had swallowed a fly, âHow could she prepare two versions in such a short time? Is it possible she already had two versions and you didnât tell me?â
Xia Xue immediately denied it, âNo, I only received one version, and I donât know whatâs going on either.â
Rong Yan was too frightening. She was only a step away from victory, yet now that one step felt like an impossible distance, as if she could never reach it in her lifetime.
Yan Qingqing was a bit more composed. She quickly came to terms with it and scoffed, âIt doesnât matter how well she sings or how she changes it. Anyone with a slight understanding of music can tell that the intro and refrain melodies of both songs are nearly identical. In the eyes of others, we were first, and she followed. She is just plagiarizing my creativity. Just wait, when the judges start discussing, someone will bring this up. Iâd like to see how she explains it then.â
Xia Xue, not as optimistic as Yan Qingqing and feeling anxious, said, âBut Rong Yan just said that her stuff is all marked. Iâm afraidâŠâ
âWhat are you afraid of? Iâm not even scared and you are. We checked so many times; any problem wouldâve been found long ago. Besides, with works that have never been published, whoever publishes first has the rights. I donât believe she had time to put her name on the music. As long as she canât, what do we have to fear!â
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