The group playing games in the corner all forgot about their battle, their heads snapping up to look in the direction of the sound.
Qin Xiangge stared incredulously, her eyes widening, the microphone awkwardly frozen near her lips.
She fixed her gaze tightly on Shen You'an.
The girl lounged lazily on the sofa, microphone in hand. She wasn't looking at the lyrics on the TV, yet each word poured fluidly and accurately from her ruby lips.
Every note was perfectly on beat, her transitions across vocal registers flawless, and the silkiness of the climax was enough to make people want to stand up, their hearts surging with emotion.
Yet her expression remained relaxed and nonchalant, as if this wasn't a globally-recognized, highly challenging song, but just an average tune requiring no technical skill.
But everyone knew that to sing this song to such a level required extraordinary talent and technique—it was far from coincidental.
