bdsm-fiction Chapter 79 Wanting to Buy Osmanthus Flowers and Share Wine
Chapter 79 Wanting to Buy Osmanthus Flowers and Share Wine
In the final paragraph, Wang Bo's voice gradually softened, like a murmur in the evening breeze.
The guitar music gradually faded away, the last note trembling in the air before dissipating.
He opened his eyes and bowed slightly to the audience.
The entire room fell silent.
Five full seconds.
Then, applause erupted like a storm.
It wasn't just polite applause; it was genuine applause born of shock and emotion, lasting for a full two minutes.
In the audience, a man in his forties was clapping while wiping away tears.
The college girl cried so much that her makeup was ruined, but she kept clapping.
Even several of the backstage staff had tears in their eyes.
In the waiting area, Lin Xiaoya and Zhao Chen exchanged a glance, both seeing two words in each other's eyes: they had won.
Suna muttered to herself, "What's the point of this competition..."
Afei put away his phone and looked at Wang Bo on stage for the first time with a hint of respect in his eyes.
Bai Wei bit her lip, her eyes filled with complex emotions—envy, jealousy, and scheming.
Qin Xiao leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.
He had to admit that Wang Bo won this match beautifully.
It's not about winning with skill or showing off, it's about winning with a high level of understanding and skill.
While Li Xuan was still fixated on "winning or losing," Wang Bo had already reached a higher level, looking at the mountains, the rivers, and life itself.
How can you compare these?
And Li Xuan...
He sat in a corner of the waiting area, his face pale and his fists clenched tightly.
He looked at Wang Bo, who was surrounded by applause on stage, at the tearful faces in the audience, and at the admiring eyes of the other contestants.
He knew he had lost.
We lost completely.
He prepared for half a month, specifically targeting Wang Bo, practicing until his throat became inflamed and his legs cramped from dancing.
He thought today was the day he would step over Wang Bo to rise to power.
But reality slapped him hard in the face.
It wasn't that he was putting down Wang Bo; it was that Wang Bo used a song to tell him: Look, the world is big, don't always focus on the wins and losses at your feet.
When the host came on stage, his eyes were red: "Wang Bo... this song... I don't have much to say, I just want to ask one question—where did the inspiration for this song come from?"
Wang Bo picked up the microphone, thought for a moment, and said, "It comes from life, and from everyone on the road... Life is like a journey. What matters is not the destination, but the scenery along the way and the mood with which you view it."
He put it simply, but everyone understood.
"Alright, now we invite the 500 audience members to vote—Li Xuan versus Wang Bo, please choose your preferred performer!"
The names and photos of the two men appeared on the big screen, and the vote count began to scroll.
Li Xuan stared intently at the screen.
He was unwilling to give up; he still clung to a sliver of hope—what if?
What if some viewers actually like his explosive performance?
……
After recording wrapped, Wang Bo packed up his things and prepared to leave.
Bai Wei walked over and handed him a business card: "Teacher Wang Bo, I'm a fan of yours. Can I add you on WeChat? I'd like to ask you for advice on creative work sometime in the future."
Looking into her sincere eyes, Wang Bo took the business card: "Let's talk again sometime."
I didn't add you on WeChat immediately.
Bai Wei wasn't annoyed, and smiled sweetly: "Okay, I look forward to working together again."
As she turned to leave, her eyes flickered.
Qin Xiao walked over: "Want to go together?"
"I'll take a taxi," Wang Bo said.
"I'll give you a ride," Qin Xiao said directly. "We can chat about music then."
Wang Bo thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay."
The two walked out of the photography studio side by side, followed by a variety of complex gazes.
In the car, Qin Xiao suddenly spoke up: "I used to think that the whole world had to revolve around me, that I had to be the center of attention, that I had to be the champion. But your song made me realize that music is not about winning, it's about expression."
Wang Bo remained silent.
Outside the car window, the city lights flowed like a river.
After getting off the bus, he thanked Qin Xiao, said goodbye, and turned to leave.
My phone vibrated before I even entered the apartment building.
It was a message from Su Yiyi: "Is recording finished? How did it go?"
Wang Bo typed: "It's over, I've advanced."
A few seconds later, Su Yiyi replied: "Great! I knew you could do it! Yu Ji just asked me if you'd been eliminated, and I said no way!"
Wang Bo smiled and replied, "Thank you for your trust, Professor Su."
Another message popped up from Zhou Yuji: "Little Wang, I heard from Yiyi that you advanced again! That's great! I'm so happy in the Western Regions."
Attached is a selfie of hers taken in the Gobi Desert, laughing carefree.
Wang Bo stared at the photo for a while before typing a reply: "Sister Zhou, aren't the stars in the Western Regions beautiful?"
Zhou Yuji replied instantly: "It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful! Do you want to come see it?"
It was followed by a "seductive" emoji.
The day after the recording of the second episode of "The Voice of China" ended, at 6:45 pm.
In the living room of a large, single-level apartment in Lin'an City, which is over 300 square meters in size, the lights were adjusted to a soft, warm yellow.
Su Xiaoxiao and Su Yiyi sat side by side on the sofa that was big enough for four people to lie down on—both of them were wearing the same style of silk robes in different colors.
Su Xiaoxiao's dress was burgundy, her skin was as white as snow, her long hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, her robe was loosely tied at the waist, and the neckline was slightly open, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone and a faint curve.
Su Yiyi chose light purple, which made her look more gentle and graceful. She wore her bathrobe properly and tied her long hair up simply with a wooden hairpin, revealing her fair and slender neck.
Even with a conservative style of dress, the curves outlined by the silk fabric still couldn't hide her beautiful figure.
The coffee table was piled high with snacks: potato chips, nuts, cherries, sliced honeydew melon, and two steaming cups of osmanthus latte.
"Fifteen minutes left." Su Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged, holding a pumpkin-shaped cushion, her eyes fixed on the 100-inch laser TV on the opposite wall. "Sis, how do you think the production team will edit Wang Bo?"
Su Yiyi gently stirred the cinnamon stick in her latte, her voice soft: "Shouldn't we keep his full performance? After all... it was his first time on stage."
"That's not necessarily true." Su Xiaoxiao pouted. "Qin Xiao is the sponsor's favorite son, so the production team will definitely give him more screen time. As for Wang Bo... well, it depends on whether the director has good taste."
In the past two weeks, the online buzz surrounding "The Voice of China" has been incredibly intense.
The production team is very good at creating suspense. The first teaser trailer only showed the contestants' backs, profiles, and close-ups, accompanied by catchy phrases like "Battle of Geniuses," "The Emergence of a Dark Horse," and "A Showdown of Kings," which really whetted their appetites.
Wang Bo and Qin Xiao, in particular—two young singers with very different styles but both good looks—have already gained their own fan clubs on Weibo.
Qin Xiao's fans call themselves the "Brave Army," and they are a large force that controls comments, boosts rankings, and manipulates data—a veritable reserve force for top stars.
Wang Bo's fans call themselves "Erudite Scholars," and their style is unique—they don't control comments, don't engage in online battles, and focus on creating derivative works: some people turn the lyrics of "Once Upon a Time" into a journal, some choreographed a dance using the melody of "Encounter," and others created a series of illustrations based on the poem "A lone plume of smoke rises straight in the vast desert."
At this moment, there are still ten minutes until the first episode airs.
On Weibo, #The Voice of China premieres tonight# has climbed to third place on the trending topics list.