BSI Chapter 106 Judge Su Qingge: This voice sounds familiar.
Chapter 106 Judge Su Qingge: This voice sounds familiar.
"Clatter".
The pen rolled onto the marble countertop with a crisp thud, then fell onto the carpet and remained completely still.
This subtle sound, which should have been insignificant in the studio where the atmosphere was as heated as boiling water, was like a thunderclap to Su Qingge, who was sitting in the center of the judges' panel, making her eardrums ring.
She didn't even bother with the pen.
The face hidden behind the exquisite fox mask had long lost its usual calm and composure. Those phoenix eyes, which always carried a hint of nonchalance, were now wide open, the pupils contracting and then dilating, locked tightly on the black figure in the center of the stage.
so similar.
It's so similar.
It wasn't his voice; the voice changer had processed it into a metallic bass, making his original voice unrecognizable. Nor was it his physique; the oversized black hoodie completely concealed him, making it difficult to discern even his weight.
It was that moment when you took a breath.
The extremely short pause before the chorus erupts, the habitual slight lowering of the Adam's apple, and then the instantaneous burst of rhythm.
And then there's that final note, with a subtle, almost imperceptible, sigh-like droop.
This is exactly the same way Lin Zhou did last night when he sat by the bed, holding a guitar and humming "Anhe Bridge" to her!
"How is that possible..."
Su Qingge's fingers gripped the handrail uncontrollably, her fingertips turning white from the force.
That absurd conjecture in my mind grew wildly again, like weeds.
A stay-at-home dad who can't even read sheet music, and a masked singer who electrifies the entire audience. How could these two people possibly overlap?
But what about that deep-seated familiarity, that flutter that made her heart skip a beat?
"My God! What an incredible scene!"
On the judges' panel, a veteran musician excitedly stood up and even grabbed the microphone to speak:
"This singing style, this explosive power, and the way this opera-style vocals were handled! It's simply textbook-level!"
"Lanling Wang, is it? I don't care who you are, I'm making you my friend! You're definitely not some nobody; you can't hone your skills like this without at least ten years of stage experience!"
Another popular singer who was also a judge joined in the commotion:
"That was amazing! That roar just now gave me goosebumps! This is the kind of song a real man should sing! So hardcore!"
The judges' praises were endless, and the applause from the audience was even louder and louder.
Su Qingge, however, remained silent throughout.
She sat there like a beautiful sculpture, the surrounding noise seemingly shut out by an invisible barrier. In her world, only the man standing under the spotlight, wearing a black mask, remained.
On stage, Lin Zhou appeared as calm as a rock, but in reality, he was panicking terribly.
He could feel that the gaze from "Miss Fox" was like an X-ray, trying to penetrate his mask and see him clearly.
"How come this spendthrift woman's intuition is so accurate?"
Lin Zhou inwardly groaned. He had deliberately changed his singing style, using a Peking Opera style, and even added a voice changer; theoretically, even his own mother wouldn't recognize him. But Su Qingge's eyes clearly showed suspicion.
"Stay calm!"
He told himself, "As long as I don't admit it, she has no evidence. At worst, I'll just have to kneel on a few more durians when I get home."
Just then, the host finally handed the microphone to Su Qingge.
Our "fox" teacher is unusually quiet today.
The host jokingly asked, "Were you also awestruck by the imposing presence of this Prince Lanling? Well then, what are your thoughts?"
Su Qingge slowly picked up the microphone.
She didn't praise the technique as enthusiastically as the others, nor did she inquire about the deeper meaning behind the song selection.
She leaned forward slightly, her eyes, though behind the mask, meeting Lin Zhou's gaze directly. Her voice was clear and cold, yet carried a barely perceptible tremor:
"Teacher Lanling Wang, you sang very well."
"However, I'm not interested in your technology. I only have one question."
The entire venue fell silent, everyone curious about what tricky questions this aloof diva would ask.
Su Qingge took a deep breath, her gaze sharp:
"Are you married?"
The question surprised not only Lin Zhou, but also the director Yan Min standing next to him.
This is a music variety show, not a dating show!
Lin Zhou tightened his grip on the microphone.
To lie? Or to tell the truth?
If you lie about such basic information, it will be easy to be found out, since you will need to use the identity of "Prince Lanling" later.
"It's settled."
The voice, processed by the voice changer, sounds somewhat mechanical, but it cannot conceal its naturalness.
Su Qingge's heart suddenly clenched.
"That……"
She bit her lip and continued to press, her voice even carrying a hint of interrogation:
Do you have children?
Lin Zhou remained silent for a second.
He looked at the woman in the audience who was wearing a mask but whose figure was incredibly familiar, and her soft, cute smiling face appeared in his mind.
"have."
He replied, his tone unconsciously softening, and even the voice changer couldn't completely mask the doting affection:
"I have a daughter, she's very cute, she's my little princess."
boom--!
Su Qingge felt like something had exploded in her head.
Married.
I have a daughter.
My daughter is very cute.
These three conditions perfectly match Lin Zhou's!
If the previous singing style was just a coincidence, then the current family situation is simply irrefutable evidence!
Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. A mixture of anger at being deceived and a sense of surprise at how capable she was was fermenting wildly within her.
Lin Zhou!
Is it really you?
How many things are you still hiding from me?!
The host clearly sensed the awkward tension between the two and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, while also digging into some gossip:
"It seems Mr. Lanling is quite the happy dad! Could you tell me what your wife does? Is she also in the entertainment industry? After all, your singing is so good, your wife must be just as good, right?"
This is a question that could cost you your life.
If it's Lin Zhou, then his wife is Su Qingge herself.
If you admit to being an insider, that's like a self-destructive act.
Lin Zhou stood in the center of the stage, his back soaked with cold sweat.
Looking into Su Qingge's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, he knew this was the final gamble.
recognition?
No.
Once his true identity is exposed, how will he continue to live off his wife? How will he live a peaceful life?
Those enemies lurking in the shadows are watching him.
Lin Zhou took a deep breath, adjusted his posture, and made himself look more relaxed and casual.
He raised the microphone and remained silent for two seconds.
Then, in front of the entire audience, and in front of Su Qingge, he slowly shook his head.
"no."
The voice changer emitted a cold and resolute tone, without the slightest hesitation:
"She's not in the industry."
"She doesn't understand music or art."
"She's just... an ordinary housewife who cooks for me at home and waits for me to come home."