153: Chapter 153 The Night of the Final Battle: All Audience Members, Please Remove Your Hearing Aids

The Night of the Group Formation.

Starlight Island Gymnasium.

This venue, capable of holding thirty thousand people, was currently packed to capacity.

The ocean of light boards illuminated the dark night as if it were broad daylight.

This was the grandest carnival in the Chinese Entertainment Industry in the last five years.

Backstage.

The dressing room was a chaotic mess.

“Hey, you! Where are my fake eyelashes?”

“Makeup artist! Class A is out of glitter, go borrow some quickly!”

“Are the high-pitched mics for Class B tuned yet? Na Jie said she wants an effect that can crack the speakers!”

Everyone was in a state of excitement and anxiety.

Except for...

The Class F lounge in the farthest corner.

It was eerily quiet here.

There were no roars from makeup artists, nor any quarrels over grabbing clothes.

There was only a rhythmic rasping sound.

It was the sound of drumsticks being polished with sandpaper.

Zhao Xiaoxiao, wearing a black leather jacket covered in rivets and with her hair dyed ash gray, sat on the floor, wiping her drum kit with a fierce expression.

That look in her eyes.

It didn't look like she was wiping an instrument.

It looked like she was cleaning a gun.

The other six girls were much the same.

The bassist was applying rosin to her strings.

The guitarist was using tape to wrap her picks around her fingers to prevent them from flying off later.

Even the girl in charge of the keyboard had put on a pair of fingerless tactical gloves.

When Su Zhe pushed the door open and entered.

What he saw was a scene that looked like "gangsters preparing for a turf war."

“Very good.”

Su Zhe nodded with satisfaction.

He was also dressed quite specially tonight.

He wasn't wearing a mentor's suit.

Instead, he wore a black robe and jacket, along with a pair of round-framed sunglasses.

In his hand, he held that Suona wrapped in red cloth.

This look.

Standing there.

He looked both like the blind fortune-teller Abing.

And like a gang boss from the Republican era.

The main vibe was “mysterious and not to be trifled with.”

“Everyone.”

Su Zhe cleared his throat.

“Out there are thirty thousand audience members, and tens of millions of online viewers. Are you nervous?”

“Report! Not nervous!”

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood up and tucked her drumsticks into her waistband.

“Right now, we just want to blow the roof off the place. As long as we can deafen those Class A green teas who mocked us, we can die without regrets!”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

Su Zhe glared at her. “What’s all this about deafening people?

We have to be civilized.

We are here to bring a shock to the audience's souls, not damage to their hearing.”

As he spoke.

He pulled a handful of things from his pocket.

He distributed them to everyone.

“Here, two for each person, put them in your ears.”

Everyone looked down.

They were industrial-grade noise-canceling earplugs.

The girls: “...”

“Teacher Su...”

Zhao Xiaoxiao’s mouth twitched.

“Didn’t you say we should be civilized? These earplugs are...”

“This is to protect our professional careers.”

Su Zhe spoke with perfect composure.

“The noise might be a bit loud in a moment.

I’m afraid you’ll go deaf at such a young age and won't be able to find a partner later.

As for the audience...”

Su Zhe glanced through the crack in the door at the boiling sea of people outside.

He revealed a smile of compassion.

“They bought the tickets; this is the blessing they deserve.”

...

At exactly eight o'clock in the evening.

With a burst of stirring music.

The live broadcast officially began.

The host, Teacher He, wearing a sequined suit, stood in the center of the stage.

Although his smile was as bright as ever.

If one looked closely, he also had two balls of cotton stuffed in his ears.

That had been specifically ordered by the production team.

Supposedly to prevent “workplace injury.”

“Welcome to the Night of Group Formation for ChuangZaoYing 2026!

Tonight!

The seven debut spots will be born from the final twenty-two girls!

Who can walk the path of flowers?

Who can reach the peak?

Let us wait and see!”

First to take place were the graduation performances of each class.

Zhang Yi led the six remaining girls of Class A in a high-difficulty song and dance performance titled “Queen.”

It had to be said.

Professional was indeed professional.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, their facial expressions were flawless, and their high notes were incredibly stable.

The fans below the stage screamed incessantly.

“Ahhh! Slay me, sister!”

“This is a girl group! This is the center position in my heart!”

Zhang Yi watched from below the stage with tears in his eyes.

He felt that the hair he had lost over the past two months hadn't been in vain.

Next was Na Jie’s Class B.

A grand and majestic song titled “Light.”

Five powerful vocalists went all out, turning the scene directly into a sub-venue of the Spring Festival Gala.

Na Jie clapped so hard her hands turned red.

Then came AK-47’s Class C.

Four rappers turned the stage into an underground battleground.

Although the lyrics were still a bit chuunibyou, that refusal to admit defeat was indeed very hype.

After the three classes finished their performances.

The atmosphere at the scene had been pushed to a climax.

Everyone felt that tonight's level was simply the ceiling of all previous talent shows.

Until—

“Finally.

Please welcome Mentor Su Zhe and his seven warriors of Class F!

The song they are bringing is...”

Teacher He looked at the cue card.

He froze.

Was the song title printed wrong?

He rubbed his eyes.

He was sure he hadn't misread it.

Then.

In an extremely complex, even slightly trembling voice, he read: “'most dazzling folk style'...

In parentheses.

Heavy Metal Rock · Suona Nuclear Explosion Version.”

Boom!

The audience was stunned.

The bullet chat was stunned.

The elderly viewers watching the live broadcast in front of their TVs were also stunned.

[What the heck? most dazzling folk style?]

[Is Su Zhe going to lead a girl group to do square dancing?]

[Heavy metal? Suona? Nuclear explosion? How are these words even combined together?]

[I have a premonition that something big is going to happen tonight.]

Amidst a cacophony of discussion.

The stage elevator slowly rose.

A few dim red lights hit the center of the stage.

As the elevator came to a stop.

Everyone finally saw the scene on stage clearly.

Hiss...

The whole audience gasped.

On the stage.

There was no youthful and beautiful girl group formation.

Instead, it was filled with various heavy instruments.

Drums, a wall of speakers, keyboards, bass...

The seven girls of Class F.

Wearing leather jackets full of rivets, with smoky makeup and frizzy hair.

They were each standing before their instruments.

Expressionless.

Like a group of bounty hunters from a wasteland world.

And in the very center.

Su Zhe wore his robe and jacket, along with sunglasses.

In his hands, he gripped that strikingly red electric guitar.

Hanging around his neck was that iconic Suona.

This “Republican blind man” mixed with “cyberpunk” style.

Directly fried the audience's CPUs.

At the mentor's table.

Zhang Yi’s mouth hung wide open.

“This... this is a band?”

Na Jie took off her earrings.

“This kid, what kind of trouble is he going to cause now?”

AK-47’s eyes lit up.

“Yo! Interesting! This is very Rock!”

Su Zhe stood before the microphone.

He wasn't in a hurry to start.

He reached out and adjusted his sunglasses.

Then, into the microphone, in an extremely low and raspy voice, he said: “Tonight.

Everyone.

Please remove your hearing aids.

Cover your hearts.

Because we are about to start construction.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Zhao Xiaoxiao suddenly raised her drumsticks.

Thump!

A muffled thunder-like bass drum sound slammed hard against everyone's chests.

Immediately following.

Su Zhe’s fingers frantically plucked the strings.

Zzz... Ang...

An extremely sharp distorted guitar scream instantly tore through the air.

That sound.

It was like a chainsaw cutting through steel.

Or like ten thousand screaming chickens having their necks squeezed at once.

The audience in the front row subconsciously covered their ears.

But this was only the beginning.

The next second.

All the instruments exploded at once.

The drum beats were like a torrential rain of pear blossom needles.

The bass was like an underground rumble.

The guitar was like a violent storm.

And amidst this metal storm.

Su Zhe suddenly let go of the guitar and grabbed the Suona around his neck.

Drawing breath into his dantian.

He roared toward the sky.

Di!

That was a Suona sound sufficient to penetrate the soul, communicate with heaven and earth, and make all things submit!

It was like a sharp sword.

Forcibly splitting open the wall of heavy metal sound.

Soaring straight into the clouds!

In that instant.

The audience members who were still covering their ears suddenly felt their scalps tingle.

That familiar melody.

That melody engraved in their DNA.

Under this violent arrangement.

It actually became so blood-boiling.

“The boundless horizon is my love!”

Su Zhe strained his throat and let out the first roar.

It wasn't singing.

It was roaring.

A raspy voice with a sense of tearing, combined with that lethal Suona.

“Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green mountains!”

Zhao Xiaoxiao roared back in harmony while frantically stomping her feet.

“What kind of rhythm is the most, most swaying!”

The other musicians roared while headbanging.

“What kind of singing is the most joyful!”

The scene went crazy.

Truly crazy.

Those otaku who were originally holding pink glow sticks, waiting to see sweet girls.

At this moment, they were all dumbfounded.

Then.

Their bodies began to shake uncontrollably.

That was the instinctive biological response when facing absolute sound pressure.

It was also the awakening of the square dance gene.

The bullet chat area was already unreadable.

It was full of exclamation marks.

[!!!!!!]

[Holy crap! It's lit!]

[My legs! Why are my legs moving on their own?]

[This is freaking 'most dazzling folk style'? This is clearly 'Most Dazzling Heavy Industry'!]

[Su Zhe! Give me back my ears!]

[But why can't I stop?]

On stage.

Su Zhe was completely hyped up.

It was as if he wasn't in a competition.

But was venting.

Venting that 130 million pressure.

Venting the frustration of having only 3000 yuan left.

“If we're going to sing, we must sing most heartily!”

He stepped one foot onto the monitor speaker.

The Suona pointed to the sky.

Di... di di di...

hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix?

No.

This was the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons!

This was ten thousand horses galloping!

At this moment.

The entire Starlight Island Gymnasium.

Had turned into a disco filled with a rustic yet heavy metal atmosphere.