Chapter 170: Crossing the 38th Parallel, Soul-Stirring High Note!

The reason why the song "Left Hand Fingers the Moon" became such a massive hit in Bai Ling's past life was, on the one hand, due to the drama's own popularity, which gave many people the opportunity to hear the track. On the other hand, it was because of the song's incredibly high notes.

Moreover, it wasn't just impressive once or twice. The high notes in the first two instances were already worthy of utmost admiration. However, the true climax lay at the very end—that single line, "None other, exactly the same!"

It was like the finishing touch on a dragon's painting, propelling an already breathtaking high note to an unimaginable realm. The judges at the scene were left completely dumbfounded.

To ordinary audience members, they might simply think that Doraemon had raised the volume and amplified the emotion. But these professionals could judge from a technical standpoint that Bai Ling's vocal range had spanned a full three octaves, rising by a staggering eight steps. That voice surged like a storm, striking them like a typhoon, pressing down so hard that everyone found it difficult to breathe.

While there were certainly people in the current entertainment industry who could achieve this, to span three and a half octaves while keeping the tone and timbre so flawlessly pristine and the performance so brilliantly executed—there was only one person right before their eyes, and that was Doraemon! Even among universally acknowledged top-tier vocalists, none could be certain they could surpass the Doraemon standing before them at this exact moment.

To accomplish this feat, Bai Ling's "soul-stirring high notes" deserved the utmost credit.

The accompaniment gradually faded along with Bai Ling's vocalizations. Doraemon also reined in her movements at that moment. As she bowed respectfully, the others snapped out of their trance as if waking from a dream.

"Hah!"

Letting out a long breath, they looked at Doraemon as if gazing at a monster.

"It's finally over."

"Too agonizing, simply too agonizing. This is a height I might never reach in my entire life."

"Don't even mention it. Who would?"

"Who on earth is this girl? I am now certain that the vocal flaws she displayed earlier were completely intentional—she was fooling us, throwing us off track."

"I feel the same way. Good grief, not only did she completely alter her voice to sound like a man, but she even dialed down her vocal technique. Who could have ever guessed that?"

"I want to report this! This is cheating, pure cheating!"

"I refuse to accept this! If she has the guts to go all out, I'm sure I could guess who it is! If I can't, I'll permanently retire from the music industry just like Old Wu!"

Old Wu, sitting nearby, froze. "What kind of talk is that? What kind of talk? Why are you stealing my lines? What am I supposed to say now?"

"Say whatever you love to say. I just want to know Leng Yan's thoughts."

Leng Yan simply rolled his eyes. "Do not cue me!"

Jokes aside, their shared exclamations served to ease the atmosphere somewhat. Truth be told, they actually wanted to stand up and applaud, but frankly speaking, they had clapped a bit too much just now, and their hands were somewhat swollen. Better to spare themselves the trouble.

However, their eyes shone brightly; just like the audience in the seats, they were filled with intense excitement.

"Alright, let's talk business."

"Leaving aside the question of who the singer is, let's talk about the song itself."

"The compositional standard is exceptionally high. In terms of both composition and arrangement, it is nearly flawless."

"Not to say it's immune to criticism, but it is definitely one of the finest works I have ever heard."

Li Yuanhong asked once more, "Doraemon, I'll ask you again. Is this really a new song written by Bai Ling?"

Bai Ling nodded heavily.

With confirmation secured, they continued the discussion.

"As for the vocal technique, there is naturally no need for any critique."

"Many formidable talents have appeared today, but your stage performance remains the best of the entire show."

"I am willing to give my fifty votes! A perfect score!"

Following Li Yuanhong's declaration, Teacher Han Guangming smiled and said, "I have always held very high hopes for you."

"This time, you've given me far too many surprises. I also vote fifty points—a perfect score!"

With both of them speaking thus, what else was there for the others to say? Not giving full marks would be entirely unjustifiable.

And so, a classic scene from the beginning of the show until now unfolded. Nearly every judge raised the scoring paddle in their hand. A uniform row of "50"s! This signaled that Bai Ling's score among the judges had completely maxed out.

Since the judges appreciated her to this extent, the rest of the listeners naturally had even less reason not to show their support. The audience at the scene pressed the buttons beside them, cheering for Doraemon!

At the same time, viewers watching the livestream received bullet-screen voting prompts issued by the broadcast organizers! Any expression of "support" or similar wording would be tallied by the streaming system and counted toward the vote total. As for what the final vote count would be, it wouldn't be revealed until the very end.

However, everyone likely already had a clear idea of who the ultimate winner of this finale battle would be.

With the voting phase concluded, the production team set about tallying the data, leaving the stage free for Doraemon and the judges to converse. And the next segment was the one everyone anticipated the most.

Doraemon! Just who are you?

"So, esteemed teachers, do you still need to guess my identity?"

Holding the microphone, Bai Ling looked toward all the judges.

Li Yuanhong chuckled softly.

"Should we guess? Otherwise, it lacks a sense of participation."

"Though I am eager to unmask your true face, doing so too quickly would strip away a lot of the fun. At the very least, we should let the audience friends watching the stream have a sense of participation, too."

"Well said. Shall we take another guess?"

The viewers in the livestream room were utterly dumbfounded.

"Huh? We still have to guess?"

"I'm getting so anxious! I just want to know who Doraemon is. Why are they making us guess again?"

"Having this strong a sense of participation isn't necessarily a good thing..."

"Fine, let's guess. Is it the Iron-Lungs Queen Lou Chengfeng?"

"Probably not. I think it might be the Heavenly Queen Teacher Mao Guijuan."

"Mao Guijuan is a Heavenly Queen, but she's a figure who became famous last century. Her vocal cords have already started to change; she couldn't reach Doraemon's level."

"Then who else could it be?"

"What are those singers saying?"

"What hammer would they be able to guess? By the time we finished discussing, each of them threw out a name, and every single one was wrong!"

"I'm increasingly feeling like this Doraemon is actually Bai Ling."

"As absurd as it sounds, but what if—and I mean *what if*—it really is Bai Ling?"

"Hahaha, if it really is Sister Bai, we fans will probably wake up laughing from our dreams."

"No way, it shouldn't be Bai Ling..."

On stage, watching everyone make yet another token round of guesses with still no correct answer emerging, Bai Ling let out a helpless sigh. "Since that's the case, respected teachers, I'm going to take off my headpiece."

She had long since grown tired of wearing this headgear. It was suffocatingly hot!

Everyone watched with the utmost intensity. And then, they beheld a face of exquisite, peerless beauty. Even though she was still wearing the bulky Doraemon costume, making her body proportions look quite mismatched, the moment Bai Ling's face was revealed, it still delivered an overwhelming sense of breathtaking beauty.

At that instant, everyone was completely petrified. They weren't just stunned by her beauty; they were struck with the same defenseless, caught-off-guard shock as realizing Doraemon was actually a girl.