238: Chapter 238 The Last Vote

“You are like a fire in winter, a blazing flame that warms my heart. Every time you quietly approach me, your light illuminates me.”

“Your big eyes are bright and sparkling, like the brightest star in the sky. You are like a fire, a blazing flame that warms me.”

“You are like a fire, a blazing flame that illuminates me. Though I am happy, I haven’t told you. I also know that you genuinely like me.”

...

The song's rhythm was lively, with a strong disco style, creating an enthusiastic and unrestrained auditory experience.

Wang Bo's voice was clear and bright. His graceful dance moves, which blended modern dance with disco elements, and his slightly exaggerated body language were extremely infectious.

The lyrics were straightforward and vivid.

“A fire” metaphorically represented the intensity of love, and the repeated “burning” reinforced the emotional tension.

The lyrics were simple, easy to remember, and appealed to popular aesthetics, perfectly fitting the festive atmosphere required for the Spring Festival Gala stage.

After the song, Wang Bo's face was slightly flushed. He had sung very happily; it had been a while since he felt such joy.

Some audience members had already started singing along during the repeated chorus.

Some even started dancing along with Wang Bo. The dance moves were simple; after watching a few times, most people could follow along.

“The last episode’s ‘Father’ made everyone cry, and this episode made everyone laugh, didn’t it? Young Master Ping, you understand what netizens want.”

“Just now, my forty-year-old mother’s eyes lit up and her face flushed when she saw Wang Bo singing and dancing.

She asked me about his details. Should I tell her or refuse?

If I tell her, will I be letting down my father, who has endured so much?”

“To the person downstairs, I suggest your parents divorce. The sooner, the better.”

“If the Spring Festival Gala always had songs like this, I guarantee I’d watch it obediently on New Year’s Eve and wouldn’t go anywhere else.”

After Host Nig came on stage, he praised Wang Bo profusely.

Then, he invited the judges to comment.

Han Hong smiled and jumped up. Without a word, she first imitated Wang Bo’s dance moves.

Her figure was much plumper, making her dance even more endearing.

A burst of joyful laughter erupted from the audience.

“Wang Bo, logically speaking, you’re already very popular, so why do I only find you handsome today?”

“It’s this song and this dance today; I love them so much.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Teacher Gu Jianfen immediately followed.

“This song, the lyrics are simple, and the melody is simple. But daring to incorporate disco elements into a song intended for the Spring Festival Gala, this idea is very bold.”

“Over the years, I’ve also written many songs for the Spring Festival Gala, but I never thought of using disco.”

“Young Master Ping’s innovation is remarkable. I think this song was born for the Spring Festival Gala.”

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The judges finished their comments.

Next was the voting segment.

Except for Teacher Li Zhongsheng, who only gave 9 votes, the other four judges each gave 1 vote.

With the judges' 5 votes, the song “a fire in winter” received 49 votes.

It was still 97 votes short of “Auspiciousness,” which was currently in first place with 146 votes.

If it also got 146 votes, according to the rules of the show, “a fire in winter” would lose.

Because the judges gave “Auspiciousness” 5 votes.

Now it was time to see the final votes from the public judging panel.

At this moment, almost everyone's eyes were fixed on the large screen on the stage.

Qu Yang stared intently at the constantly flashing numbers on the screen.

He felt his heart stop, and a voice inside him kept praying,

He had been very much looking forward to this first place before participating in the show.

He thought the competition for first place would only be between him and the disgraced Xu Kun.

But when the show truly began, he realized that the ones who truly stood out were Young Master Ping, Wang Bo, and Zhou Bule.

His own group barely qualified as their opponents.

Chen Shaoping also stared intently at the big screen. He still valued the title of “grand slam champion” quite a bit.

Zhou Bule next to him, his eyes shining, shouted loudly.

“10 votes, 100 votes...”

The numbers on the big screen kept rising.

To allow everyone to more intuitively judge the final vote count, the production team also listed the number of people who pressed the voting device but did not vote for “a fire in winter.”

“93”

“94”

...

When the real-time vote count reached 97, and the number of people who hadn't voted for “a fire in winter” was 2.

Everyone’s breathing seemed to stop.

The entire studio was deadly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was eagerly awaiting the decision of this last person.

Three seconds, everyone waited for a full three seconds.

It felt like a very, very long time.

When the final vote count for the song “a fire in winter” became 98 votes.

The studio instantly turned into a sea of joy, and everyone stood up.

They applauded in unison, witnessing the birth of the “grand slam champion.”

The moment the results came out, Qu Yang's tense heart also relaxed, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He mockingly sighed, “In the end, I still lost.”

Zhou Bule was even more exaggerated, joyfully hugging Chen Shaoping.

“President Chen, we are the ‘grand slam champions’! We made history...”

When he heard Host Nig invite them both up, he pulled Chen Shaoping forcefully and rushed to the stage.

Chen Shaoping was equally happy, following his footsteps to the stage, next to Wang Bo.

The three of them opened their arms, then embraced tightly.

The thunderous applause and cheers from the audience were their best congratulations.

Host Nig waited for everyone’s emotions to settle down before speaking loudly.

“Let’s invite the last public judge who voted to come out and ask why they made us wait so long to reveal the final result.”

In the studio, lights flickered, and a bright beam of light stopped on a lady.

She was dressed elegantly and appropriately, with a slender figure and long hair pinned back behind her.

She appeared to be around forty years old.

When the program lights shone on her, she seemed a bit nervous and flustered, her face slightly red.

She unconsciously tidied her hair.

After the production staff handed her the microphone, Host Nig asked again.

“Madam, why did you vote for ‘a fire in winter’? And why did you delay it by a few seconds?”

“Were you perhaps a bit conflicted?”

She stammered, somewhat embarrassed, “Um, I wasn’t... I didn’t intentionally delay it by a few seconds.”

“When I was voting, I was dancing—the dance Wang Bo performed while singing.”

After speaking, she quickly returned the microphone to the staff and sat down.

However, her brief statement let everyone know.

The title of grand slam champion for Young Master Ping, Wang Bo, and Zhou Bule was well-deserved.

Soon, the awards ceremony concluded.

Announcing the perfect conclusion of the first season of “the singer & songwriter.”

After dealing with congratulations and song invitations from others, Chen Shaoping returned to the hotel, constantly replying to messages on his phone.