Chapter 139: Surpassing the Original Again? This Is Clearly Wrecking the Venue!
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Some people could not help worrying, breaking into a cold sweat for Ding-Dang Cat.
Others were thrilled and excited, impatient to hear Ding-Dang Cat unleash that voice.
And then there was one person who looked utterly aggrieved—namely, Leng Yan.
The expressions on everyone present varied, but their anticipation was unanimous.
How would Ding-Dang Cat perform this notoriously difficult song?
“Moonlight hues, a woman’s fragrance.”
“Tears break the sword—how long can love endure?”
“How much pain? No words can convey it.”
“I’ve forgotten you~”
It was only the opening passage, yet everyone’s eyes had already lit up.
In that instant, countless people were captivated by Ding-Dang Cat’s voice, then slowly lost themselves in it.
As the creator of “Moonlight” in this world, Bai Ling might not have possessed singing skills as outstanding as Leng Yan’s to present it flawlessly.
When Bai Ling had originally chosen to give the song to Leng Yan instead of someone else, she had indeed harbored a few thoughts of making things difficult for him.
Yet she had never expected that Leng Yan would actually manage to sing it perfectly.
Bai Ling had deeply admired that ability at the time.
At the very least, she herself had been incapable of it.
But the reason she had chosen the song as her performance piece today was the reward she had received not long ago.
The ability to shift between natural and falsetto registers, along with a thousand transforming tones!
The former gave her the ability to switch flawlessly between her natural voice and falsetto, making up for the shortcomings in her technique.
With that ability alone, Bai Ling was fully confident she could perform “Moonlight” perfectly.
After all, the most difficult part of the song was precisely those several transitions between registers, which placed extraordinary demands on the singer’s voice.
As for vocal color, Bai Ling could shape hers according to the voice of the original singer.
In any case, the moment Bai Ling began to sing, everyone at the venue was stunned.
Even Leng Yan himself was dumbfounded.
Back then, he had suffered greatly in order to master the song.
After not having practiced seriously for a long time, he had worked overtime day and night, nearly ruining his voice.
Only after that had he fully mastered the necessary techniques, finally stunning everyone when he performed it.
No one understood better than he did how difficult “Moonlight” was to sing.
And yet this young man before him had already begun to show real promise.
The true climax was about to arrive.
Could Ding-Dang Cat really pull it off?
“A lonely soul drifts with the wind.”
“Who could imagine such a lovestruck man?”
“This battlefield of mortal dust.”
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“With a thousand armies and ten thousand steeds, who can claim the crown?”
This brief passage already contained several vocal transitions.
Everyone could hear that Ding-Dang Cat had executed them perfectly.
Whether it was Teacher Han Guangming, Teacher Li Yuanhong, or Old Wu Yongfeng, all three nodded involuntarily at that moment.
But the next line was the true test!
“Through~ love’s~ pass, who~ dares~ to~ charge~”
“Gazing~ at~ the~ bright~ moon, my heart grows cold~”
Those two lines contained twelve words in all.
Yet Bai Ling shifted between vocal registers more than twenty times within them.
Each time, her throat seemed no longer to be a throat at all, but an intricate instrument—an instrument as responsive and expressive as any musical instrument, producing whatever sound she wished at will.
Her vocal transitions were even more flawless and precise than Leng Yan’s.
Every word, every note, struck the hearts of the audience like a heavy hammer.
In an instant, countless people rose to their feet, offering wave after wave of applause.
“Wonderful!”
“That was incredible!”
“Good heavens, those vocal shifts—I could barely keep up.”
“Those beats, those changes in melody, the alterations in pitch they demand—simply outrageous.”
“To be fair, when Bai Ling wrote this song, I suspect she never considered whether anyone would actually be able to sing it.”
“Exactly. But now it seems this young man is completely up to the task.”
“I think he sang those two lines even better than Teacher Leng Yan. Am I imagining things?”
Leng Yan himself felt a little numb at that moment. “He really was better than me. This young fellow has some serious singing chops.”
“Is he truly a young singer under thirty-five? I’m beginning to have my doubts.”
“Same here. I have my doubts too.”
“Still, since Teacher Han Guangming doesn’t know him, he must indeed be relatively young.”
“Are young people these terrifying nowadays? Whew, thank goodness we debuted early.”
“Exactly. Otherwise, even our rice bowls would have been smashed.”
None of the judges paid excessive attention to Bai Ling’s true identity.
After all, the song had not yet ended, and a singer’s identity was not particularly important at this point.
What truly mattered was Ding-Dang Cat’s performance.
After this alone, they were already thoroughly convinced.
Amateurs often liked to judge a singer’s skill by the height of their notes.
Compared with technical terms such as pitch accuracy, register, breath control, and the like, they could more directly perceive whether a voice was high or low.
If someone could sing perfect high notes, then surely that person had to be a good singer.
With this mindset, quite a few televised music programs had even been mockingly dubbed “Let’s See Who Can Scream the Loudest.”
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In truth, however, genuine singers did not judge another singer’s ability by high notes.
What they valued were other aspects:
breath control, pitch accuracy, register, emotional expression, and more.
Not one of these could be missing.
At present, there was nothing especially remarkable about Ding-Dang Cat’s emotional expression, but his technical skill was simply breathtaking.
Of course, it was also possible that he possessed extraordinary natural talent.
Many singers were born with qualities and abilities that others could master only after years of painstaking effort.
Bai Ling’s perfect pitch was a prime example—a supreme musical gift.
For all they knew, Ding-Dang Cat might simply have been born with the ability to adapt perfectly to the shifts in “Moonlight.”
But back to the matter at hand!
Amid these tangled thoughts, everyone gradually regained their composure and continued listening.
“Ten thousand ages of hatred, tasted through reincarnation!”
“Close your eyes—who could be more狂?”
“The fickleness of this world.”
“It is the fate of those who dare to love to suffer a lifetime of wounds.”
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When the song ended, Ding-Dang Cat lowered the microphone in his hand and bowed to all the judges and spectators.
The audience and judges, who had already taken their seats, rose once more and offered a thunderous round of applause.
“Ding-Dang Cat, to be honest, your singing in the previous episode was not especially outstanding among all the contestants.”
“But this time, you seem to have improved tremendously. Were you holding back last time?”
Leng Yan asked the question eagerly.
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the matter.
“Holding back?”
“That’s a frightening thought from Leng Yan. If he was holding back last time, who can say he isn’t still holding back this time?”
“It’s possible, but honestly, not very likely.”
“Let’s see what Ding-Dang Cat has to say.”
Bai Ling had not expected these people to ask about this instead of rushing to guess her identity.
“Teacher Leng Yan, it wasn’t that I was hiding my abilities. This song simply suits me better than ‘Young China Speaks.’”
She had said it casually, merely offering a small defense of herself.
Who could have known that everyone else would immediately turn teasing looks toward Leng Yan?
“Listen to that, Leng Yan. Maybe it wasn’t that someone stole your song. Maybe you stole the song Bai Ling wrote for him!”
“You’re guilty!”
Leng Yan was instantly speechless. “Get lost. Stop talking nonsense and making me sound like I bully people with my influence.”
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