"I'm not sure either. It's probably because I'm not familiar with the stage and don't understand what the lighting effects would be like," Fu Xi forced a laugh, making excuses for himself. Seeing Gu Lan'an still looking at him, he awkwardly changed the subject, saying, "You should focus on figuring out how to adapt the song, Lan'an. We'll be drawing lots to go on stage soon." After speaking, he lowered his head to look at his sheet music, although his gaze didn't seem to be focused on it.

Noticing his actions, Gu Lan'an lifted the corners of her mouth, a sigh of inexplicable meaning escaping her lips. She lowered her head, glancing at the sheet music, and hummed softly to herself.

The finals were supposed to be broadcast live, which should have given the contestants ample time. However, in order to profit for themselves, someone only gave the contestants half an hour of preparation time before starting to draw lots to determine the performance order. Those who did not pay or did not pay enough can only sing according to the original melody or sing incompletely.

Gu Lan'an, just like in his previous life, drew fifth in the lineup, with Fu Xi drawing right after him.

From the waiting area, Gu Lan'an could see the situation on the stage. She glanced at the fluctuating lights and the tens of thousands of people below, feeling a sweaty palm.

In his past life, he had already held concerts, so why was he still so nervous? Mocking himself in his mind, he then shifted his gaze to Zhao Ye, who was attentively watching others perform, and immediately felt much more relaxed. In his past life, he had held two concerts, and each time, Zhao Ye would cancel all his appointments and accompany him from preparation to the end. When he stepped onto the stage, Zhao Ye would sit in the front row, tightly clasping his hands and making encouraging gestures for himself.

Good luck! Unexpectedly, the Zhaoye Club in this lifetime didn't need any encouragement from herself. Gu Lan'an encouraged herself, and then smiled at Zhaoye. Fu Xi, who was about to seek temporary divine intervention, had a bad premonition when he saw Gu Lan'an smile. He wanted to ask what he was smiling at, but heard someone call Gu Lan'an to get ready.

"The scoring for Ze Wei by the judges and the public has ended and will be announced at the end. Now, let us eagerly await the performance of the next contestant. So, who will be the next contestant?" The female host's pleasant voice paused with an official tone, and as a result, Gu Lan'an completely relaxed. It's human nature that the closer one gets to the moment of life or death, the more courage they have to face it head-on."

The next contestant is our very own Gu Lan'an," as the female host's voice fell, the white light shone on Gu Lan'an. He walked confidently towards the light with a slight smile on his lips, looking like a king ready to embark on a journey.

As soon as he appeared, it set off a wave of screams. Although many of the screams were probably just for his face that became famously beautiful later in his previous life, it did not affect his current joyful mood in the slightest.

When Gu Lan'an went on stage, Zhao Ye's eyebrows furrowed with a hint of coldness. He was indeed a contestant. Sensing his gaze, Gu Lan'an smirked devilishly, walking towards the microphone and standing in place. After adjusting the microphone, he looked back at Zhao Ye, waiting until all the lights dimmed before slowly closing his eyes.

On the stage, there was a moment of darkness and silence. Soon, a voice that sounded like sobbing emerged, "In front of the courtyard stands a loquat tree, planted by my beloved in the year of his death. Now it has grown tall and sturdy like a shelter." As Gu Lanan spoke, the whole audience fell silent, leaving only his low and hoarse voice, as if it had been strained and torn apart by excessive force, sounding particularly desolate on the vast stage.

With the sound falling, a warm yellow light shone on Gu Lan'an's position. He was seen sitting on the ground, holding a microphone. His expression was desolate yet not decadent, grieving yet laced with a smile. As he spoke again, tears streamed down from his eyes. The coexistence of laughter and tears was a sight to behold, infused with a sorrow that penetrated deep into his bones, transforming his wounds into something indescribably beautiful. In an instant, he captivated the attention of everyone present.