Back at home.
His mother couldn't stop laughing. "That rascal!"
His father was also pretty amused by the performance. "This song is not bad."
"He's really enjoying his singing," his mother said while munching on melon seeds.
However, when Wu Zeqing, who was sitting next to them, saw the seemingly happy Zhang Ye smiling on screen, she said with heartache, "He's actually not enjoying himself."
His mother was taken aback and turned to look at her. "Why?"
Wu Zeqing said, "Because this isn't a song he wants to sing."
…
In the studio.
"He's created a new genre!"
"That's pretty impressive of him then."
"But there's no chance of winning with this song."
"Yeah, he won't be able to get into the top three like this. Zhang Ye isn't fated to be the grand champion."
