madnovel Chapter 39 I'll set another new record!
Chapter 39 I'll set another new record!
Liu Bin's announcements were all different.
Everyone else is a singer, but Liu Bin has become a renowned vocalist.
That's the difference.
Liu Bin's figure appeared on the monitor screen. He stood as straight as a pine tree and as sturdy as a spear. Before he even opened his mouth, the spirit and energy of a military artist was already overwhelming.
As the prelude to "The Great Plains of North China" begins, unlike the revolutionary romance of "Goodbye, Dabie Mountains," this is a hymn with a broad and majestic melody, a deep tribute to the fertile land of the motherland and a heroic spirit.
His singing began.
The first line is, "Hey—hey! The North China Plain—".
Her singing was high-pitched, bright, and extremely penetrating, instantly captivating everyone's ears.
It wasn't just loud; it was a timbre built on an extremely stable and profound breath control.
The sound, with its own reverberation, echoed throughout the studio, depicting the vastness of the plains.
As he moved into the verses, his approach became more affectionate and delicate.
"Wheat waves roll towards the horizon, like a mother's golden dress."
Liu Bin's voice softened, like a warm breeze blowing through ears of wheat.
Every word was pronounced clearly and fully, yet naturally and fluently, conveying the richness and beauty of the plains in a poetic and picturesque way.
The chorus builds on the emotions layer by layer.
"Ah, the North China Plain, the place where I was born and raised!"
His voice rose again, but this time the high note was filled with surging passion and a childlike cry, the technique was flawless, and the emotion burst forth.
What's even more impressive is his subtle control over the vibrato and the variations in intensity during sustained high notes, which makes his emotional expression not only powerful but also layered and infectious.
Li Shuangjiang listened intently from the judges' panel.
Li Guyi opened her mouth slightly, clapped her little hands, and nodded repeatedly.
Jin Tielin's eyes were fixed on his disciple on the stage, listening intently, afraid of missing any detail.
The audience's response was even more enthusiastic.
The melody of this song is grand and majestic, and the emotions are expressed directly, making it very easy to resonate with listeners.
Many audience members were moved by the deep love for the land expressed in the song, and couldn't help but sway their bodies gently to the melody.
Several audience members from North China were moved to tears and applauded enthusiastically.
When Liu Bin reached the climax of his song, the audience spontaneously erupted in short, powerful cheers.
silence.
An absolute silence that lasted for two or three seconds.
then.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The applause, cheers, and shouts of approval erupted, several times more intense than when Lü Jihong finished.
Many audience members stood up excitedly and applauded vigorously, creating a lively atmosphere.
This is the most enthusiastic audience response since the start of tonight's match.
Liu Lu had to wait nearly half a minute before the applause subsided slightly. Her voice was filled with excitement: "It was wonderful! It truly made us feel as if we were seeing that vast and bountiful land with our own eyes. Now, let's welcome the judges to give their comments!"
Li Shuangjiang practically grabbed the microphone; this singer, known for his high notes and passionate delivery, spoke with a slightly raised voice due to excitement.
"Liu Bin, great! You sang it so well! 'The North China Plain' is a song with a grand scope and magnificent spirit, making it extremely difficult to sing. The difficulty lies in how to sing this 'grandeur' realistically, truly, and with flesh and blood. Your voice was born for such works. Your high notes are magnificent, your mid and low registers are solid and warm, and the depth of your breath control and the stability of your voice are truly admirable, even to someone like me who has been singing for decades!"
He calmed down slightly, and his tone became more earnest.
"What's even more remarkable is the genuine emotion you infused into your singing. It wasn't just a slogan-like praise; it was a son's attachment to his mother, a soldier's protection of his land. I heard the deep affection of blood ties, the pride of being a son or daughter of China. This is true national singing—rooted, soulful, and powerful!"
Li Guyi took the microphone, and her commentary approached the topic from a different angle:
"Liu Bin's singing reminded me of the phrase 'vivid and expressive performance.' But tonight, I witnessed an even higher level: 'the fusion of sound and image.' With my eyes closed, your singing unfolded a painting before me: golden wheat fields, an endless blue sky, working people, and the profound history embedded in the land. Your voice has color; it has images. Your technique reached an extremely high level, but more importantly, you used technique to perfectly serve the expression of the content, creating a complete artistic world. This is truly remarkable."
It was Jin Tielin's turn.
The room fell silent, everyone eager to hear how this vocal educator, known for his strictness, would evaluate his student's performance.
Jin Tielin cleared his throat, his voice steady:
"Liu Bin's performance tonight demonstrated the comprehensive qualities that a mature singer should possess."
He paused, then continued, "First, the fundamentals are extremely solid. From the lowest to the highest note, the channel is unified, the resonance is full, and the position is stable, which ensures the basic interpretation of grand works."
"Secondly, the artistic treatment is thoughtful and well-designed. The contrast between loud and soft, the changes in timbre, and the control of tone are all carefully crafted, yet they are subtle and natural."
"Thirdly, and I think most importantly, he found the 'spiritual core' of the song and conveyed it accurately and powerfully with all his skill and emotion. Singing is ultimately a way of expressing oneself. Liu Bin did just that."
The three judges gave it extremely high praise from different perspectives.
When the number on the screen briefly fluctuated before finally settling at 9.728!
There was a momentary pause in the entire studio, followed by the longest and most sustained roar of the night's game.
Applause, exclamations, and praises blended together and lasted for a long time!
9.728 points!
A near-perfect score!
This not only broke the record for the highest score in the ethnic minority group tonight, but it is also the best result in the history of the CCTV Young Singers Competition.
This surpasses Lin Hanjiang's score of 9.725 points achieved in the semi-finals when he sang "The Story of Spring".
Liu Bin, with his impeccable singing, has built a towering mountain that commands respect.
Backstage.
The plastic fan in Zhang Ye's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
Zu Hai bit her lower lip tightly, her heart aching at the sight.
Jiang Tao gasped, muttering, "My God... 9.728 points! How can we even compete with that?"
Chen Hong also covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.
I never imagined such a high score would appear.
The other contestants, having finished their matches, stared in disbelief at the glaring score on the monitor.
Then, my gaze involuntarily turned to Lin Hanjiang, who was the last to take the stage.
All that remained in their eyes was pity.
With a peak score of 9.728, what could he, the last student in the class, possibly do?
Hope seemed to be crushed the moment Liu Bin's score was revealed by that enormous number.
Many people's eyes have made it clear.
The match appears to have ended prematurely.
Who else could win the gold medal in the ethnic minority group besides Liu Bin?
Lin Hanjiang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.
He closed his eyes.
The thunderous applause and exclamations gradually faded from my ears, becoming distant and indistinct.
Instead, an even more turbulent inner wave surged forth.
My father's debts, and my mother and sister are still in the countryside.
He's penniless now, and if he doesn't win the championship, where will he get the start-up capital?
How can a family that was broken in a past life be reunited?
"Lin Hanjiang, Lin Hanjiang, get ready, it's time to go on stage."
The staff's shouts rang out.
Lin Hanjiang then suddenly opened his eyes.
There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes.
It's just 9.728 points, isn't it?
I'll set a new record!