Zhang Yichen's singing continued.
The more he sang, the more immersed he became, pushing the atmosphere of the entire song to its peak.
At the same time, the number of viewers in the livestream skyrocketed.
The barrage of comments scrolled so fast it was almost dizzying.
"Wishing everyone endless smiles,"
"Watering love with all your heart,"
"Tomorrow, we'll be even stronger,"
"I wish that on the world stage,"
"We'll run faster than anyone else,"
"Year after year, talents will rise,"
"Strutting boldly, letting joy drive away misfortune,"
In the next second, Zhang Yichen's voice suddenly rose, overflowing with festive cheer.
"I congratulate you on getting rich,"
"I congratulate you on your success,"
"May the good come your way,"
"And the bad be sent away,"
"More courtesy brings no offense,"
"I congratulate you on getting rich,"
"I congratulate you on your success,"
"May the good come your way,"
"And the bad be sent away,"
"More courtesy brings no offense,"
"I wish you—"
As the final note fell, the livestream instantly flooded with "Holy shit!", "Amazing!", and "Awesome!"
The fans' emotions were completely ignited. Even through the screen, one could feel the wave of excitement and celebration.
Zhang Yichen smiled at the screen, his innate confidence and composure unchanged.
"Family, I've already shown my talent. Shouldn't today's livestream come to an end now?"
Before he could even end the stream, the comments exploded again.
"Another song!""Another song!""Another song!"...
The fans' enthusiasm made it hard for Zhang Yichen to refuse.
Of course, that wasn't the main reason.
The main reason was that the livestream now had over twenty million viewers.
He needed to sell another batch of albums and help Chen Xiaoxi break this world's album sales record.
Coincidentally, Li Yue had just left to help look after the baby.
If he didn't take this chance to go big, when would he?
"Sigh… you people…" Zhang Yichen shook his head helplessly. "Alright, but this really is the last song."
"Oh, and someone said earlier they came late and didn't get the chance to buy the album."
"Perfect timing. While CEO Li isn't here, I'll put it back on the shelf once more. Hurry up and buy!"
With that, Zhang Yichen displayed the purchase link again.
"Ah Chen!" Chen Xiaoxi looked at him worriedly, her gaze gentle. "Don't push yourself just because of me…"
"It's fine." Zhang Yichen took advantage of the camera angle and quietly patted the back of her hand. "Relax. I know exactly what I'm doing."
While they spoke, his "family" had already chosen the next person for him to imitate.
Seeing the screen filled with the word "Gangzi," Zhang Yichen couldn't help but grin mischievously.
This "Gangzi" was a legendary singer king, famous for his overwhelming, battlefield-like voice—like thousands of troops charging forward.
And he was exactly the person Zhang Yichen planned to imitate next.
However, before he could agree, the barrage suddenly shifted.
"Gangzi isn't someone just anyone can imitate."
"Exactly! That domineering, majestic voice isn't easy to copy."
"Top Student, even I don't think this will work. You should change targets."
...
From the comments alone, it was clear—his "family" didn't believe he could imitate Gangzi.
"Heh…" Seeing the blunt comments, Zhang Yichen let out a cold laugh.
He couldn't imitate him?
What a joke.
"Family, the next song is called 'Serve the Country with Utmost Loyalty.'"
Zhang Yichen said nothing more. Facts would speak for themselves.
He took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes, adjusting his state.
The barrage continued to roll wildly—doubt and anticipation intertwining.
"Hoo—"
When he opened his eyes again, his entire aura had changed.
He became sharp and commanding, like a general on the battlefield, radiating a force that could swallow mountains and rivers.
Once ready, Zhang Yichen started the accompaniment.
In an instant, the grand and soul-stirring melody surged into everyone's ears.
The barrage erupted again.
"Holy shit! Just hearing this melody is insane!"
"I can practically hear armies charging."
"I want to enlist after hearing this."
"That's nothing! I'm over ninety and still feel like going back to battle!"
...
"Beacons rise, the land stretches north,"
"Dragon banners roll, horses neigh, blades gleam like frost,"
"My heart flows vast as the Yellow River,"
"Twenty years of conquest—who dares oppose?"
Zhang Yichen's voice exploded like thunder, instantly sweeping across the livestream.
His voice was deep and powerful, every word precise and resonant, bursting straight from his chest with unstoppable force.
That overwhelming presence truly felt like tens of thousands of troops storming across a battlefield.
The barrage froze for a split second.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden surge of power.
"Hatred burns, the blade points forward,"
"How many loyal souls lie buried in foreign lands?"
"Why fear a hundred deaths for the nation?"
"Blood and tears fill the eyes—words fail us."
Every word seemed to tell the story of heroes who sacrificed themselves for their country.
Every note struck straight into the listeners' hearts.
"Hooves head south, people gaze north,"
"Grass turns yellow, dust fills the sky,"
"I swear to defend the land and reclaim our borders,"
"Let mighty Blue Star stand proud—"
"—and be saluted by the rest!"
Zhang Yichen's voice grew even more impassioned, tinged with sorrow and tragedy.
Everyone was dragged into that smoke-filled battlefield.
His gaze was resolute and sharp, as if he were truly standing amid bloodshed and steel.
"Beacons rise, the land stretches north,"
"Dragon banners roll, horses neigh, blades gleam like frost,"
"My heart flows vast as the Yellow River,"
"Twenty years of conquest—who dares oppose?"
At this point, his fists clenched tightly, as though he had just fought through a brutal battle.
"Hatred burns, the blade points forward,"
"How many loyal souls lie buried in foreign lands?"
"Why fear a hundred deaths for the nation?"
"Blood and tears fill the eyes—words fail us."
He slowly raised his head, his eyes slightly red, as if he truly felt the sorrow and helplessness of sacrificing everything for one's country.
In the next second, his voice suddenly soared, filled with unyielding resolve, pouring out every last emotion.
"Hooves head south, people gaze north,"
"Grass turns yellow, dust fills the sky,"
"I swear to defend the land and reclaim our borders,"
"Let mighty Blue Star stand proud—"
"—and be saluted by the rest!"
His voice gradually fell, as if recounting the desolation and solitude after the war.
Yet beneath it all was an unbreakable faith.
As the final note faded, the livestream plunged into a brief silence.
Zhang Yichen breathed heavily, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Clearly, singing this song was no easy task.
"My god… what kind of divine performance was that?"
After an unknown amount of time, a single comment broke the silence.
"I'm crying. I actually cried."
"Top Student, did you write this song?"
"Top Student, are you trying to defy the heavens?"
"When is this song going to be released?"
"That Gangzi flavor—this is exactly Gangzi's style!"
...
The barrage completely exploded.