Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: What is there to fear, I’m not afraid at all Chapter 1045: Chapter 1045: What is there to fear, I’m not afraid at all Qin Jun heard the last line of the lyrics and imdiately turned to the man beside him, making a remark as if looking for trouble, “Tsk tsk, I think you’re out of hope. She’s even written a song about the one she likes. You should write a song nad ‘The Third Person’ too.”
‘The Third Person’, how bitterly sarcastic.
Zhong Yuye acted as if he hadn’t heard.
On stage, because of Rong Yan’s singing, the stadium with tens of thousands fell quiet as chickens.
“Too high an altitude for prying sotis leaves you gasping for air, unable to flutter your wings
From afar, a bird’s-eye view of moonlight blanketing the vegetation
Is nothing but imagination
Therefore, the posture should be to descend further
It’s 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 extrely delicate liking
As careful as antennae~”
Every single lyric sung by Rong Yan was articulated clearly. To describe it in two words—beautiful! Before she started singing, so thought she was just imitating Yan Qingqing’s performance. After she finished singing, no one would say such a thing because it was completely different.
The lody, the feeling, every aspect was entirely different.
Yan Qingqing’s song felt purely light-hearted, and while it was also nice to listen to, Rong Yan’s performance shattered the fresh impression Yan Qingqing had just made, dazzling to the extre.
Backstage, Xia Xue, who had been listening to Rong Yan’s singing, was ashen-faced, repeatedly muttering, “Impossible, impossible, how could it be possible.”
In such a short ti, 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 dostic 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, “How could she prepare two versions in such a short ti? Is it possible she already had two versions and you didn’t tell ?”
Xia Xue imdiately denied it, “No, I only received one version, and I don’t know what’s going on either.”
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 lifeti.
Yan Qingqing was a bit more composed. She quickly ca to terms with it and scoffed, “It doesn’t matter how well she sings or how she changes it. Anyone with a slight understanding of music can tell that the intro and refrain lodies 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, soone will bring this up. I’d like to see how she explains it then.”
Xia Xue, not as optimistic as Yan Qingqing and feeling anxious, said, “But Rong Yan just said that her stuff is all marked. I’m afraid…”
“What are you afraid of? I’m not even scared and you are. We checked so many tis; any problem would’ve been found long ago. Besides, with works that have never been published, whoever publishes first has the rights. I don’t believe she had ti to put her na on the music. As long as she can’t, what do we have to fear!”
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