“Whoo. That was so good. You are so great, Sylvia!” Urea wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks before resuming back to clapping. The song was so touching that even though it may have ended, it continued to linger in everyone’s mind. As if they had all gone through a tacit understanding, everyone focused on clapping with their full, pure strength. What a beautiful song that makes one's heart tremble from listening to it. Outside the stadium, the stall owners were all discussing. “I can't believe I was driven to tears just from listening to a song. Damn, I can't even stop my tears from rushing out.” “The lyrical note is almost related to what is happening across the entire universe. The fierce beasts that had ravaged our land, becoming a danger to our existence and the unknown future of the entire universe.” “All in all, that was a very great song.” One of them also joined in. “I wonder who the fabulous singer is?” “Me too. I would love to ask her if she would like to join my entertainment company.” “Entertainment industry?” The latter looked at his friend. “I never knew you had any such.” “Well, it wouldn't be bad for a start. I don't mind establishing one just to recruit her. Such a precious talent cannot be rendered to waste.” Inside the stadium, the vigorous clapping was still ongoing. It wasn't until Vashti requested the audience to stop, did the momentum finally died down. “May I ask, what is the title of your song, young lady?” Vashti asked the young girl standing on the stage. Sylvia held the mic to her mouth as she answered. “I haven't given it a title yet. The song was written on a spur, so I didn't have the opportunity to think of a title for it.” Her reply sprang up murmurings across the entire stadium. “Written on a spur? I wish I could also write a song like that on an impulse.” “She's truly living the life of the all-rounded protagonist you can only find in TV shows. I'm truly envious of her.” “You don't know how hard she had worked to reach this stage. Don't try to demean her hard work by comparing her to some TV show protagonist.” At the judge's area, Vashti spoke. “Oh. I guess I'll have to wait for you to give that song a perfect title befitting of it. As to your performance evaluation, you sang so beautifully, contestant 50. I believe with your current talent; you definitely have the chance to soar up high in the music industry. Hence, it's a whole ten points for me.” “Woo.” Cheers rang out from the audience. The teachers from Hermes Academy all had proud smiles on their faces upon witnessing this scene. You should know that none of the contestants had gotten a perfect score from Vashti. The highest he had given was five points which belongs to Charvi. Sylvia, being the only one to receive a perfect score from him truly makes them happy. Especially Reece. He was the happiest of all as he was Sylvia's soon-to-be homeroom teacher from the next session. He couldn't control the joy on his face. The female judge next to Vashti also spoke: “I must say, that was a wonderful performance you did up there on the stage. You truly made everyone in this entire stadium dumbstruck by your voice. The emotion and everything, it's all on point. I think I'm starting to be your fan girl.” At her last statement, the audience below burst into laughter. “It's a whole ten from me too. Tell me when you decided to join the music industry, I will make sure to be your number one fan.” “Count me in too, Vera.” The next judge added. None of the judges awarded a lower point than 10, which thus pushed Sylvia onto the top rank and Charvi to the second below.“Thank you so much.” Sylvia bowed to both crowd and judges, before making her way backstage. The students were reluctant to see her leave. They wish they could hear her sing once more. Hence, some of them began to chant loudly. “Another round! We want another round!” “Another contest, please! I want to hear her sing once more.” “I'm all aware of your passion.” Vera took over the mic. “However, the first round of the activity has already been concluded. Like in the past, all activities will be broadcasted on the media, so if you wish to have another go at her performance, you can watch it over there.” “Now to the next announcement. Although we judges have already made our decision on the contestant's performance, a voting poll will be opened to you all so that you can decide who sang the best out of all the contenders. This is to make it fair for everyone to vote for their favorite participants.” “Once that's over, we'll commence with the award ceremony, and then move over to the next activity. Please note, judges scoring take over 90% of the points while the remaining 10% is your vote count. So, please vote wisely. The poll will be opening right now.” At the backstage, Charvi's appearance was constantly changing. From pale to blue, and then, from dark to red. The nibble on her lips became fierce, causing some bruises to form above the delicate skin. 100 points! A whole five points higher than mine. I don't believe it I was pushed down to the second rank by a trash like Sylvia. No, it can't be. I'm the winner. I've always been a winner. The judges must have made a mistake. Yes, that must be it. There's no way I would lose to that wastrel. Definitely no way. Even though Charvi was trying to assure herself, the reality proves otherwise. Not even the audience's 10% voting poll can save her from her loss because from the moment Sylvia stepped on that stage, she was already doomed to be a stepping stone. But like they say, an isolated frog in a well would always think that the well was the biggest place in the world, and likewise was the biggest existence in the well. Such is the case for Charvi. Besides Sylvia, Euphrasia blushed as she complimented her. “You… you sang so well.” She would never have thought that the girl who had coldly told her to think of the audience as corpses was such a talented singer. The fact that she also composed the song herself made her even more astonishing. “Thank you. You were also great out there too.” Sylvia responded to her compliment before taking her seat. … In the audience below, Ian had an 'I knew it' smile on his face. He looked at his side only to meet Colton, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. “You…” He was about to say something but then changed his mind. “Never mind.” Ian turned around, focusing his attention on the voting poll in the air. “Sniff, sniff. From today on, I've decided to be one of Sylvia's fans. If she asked me to head west, I'd definitely not head east.” Colton mumbled to himself as he continued to sniffle. “Do you have a handkerchief to pass to me, please?” This question was directed at Ian. “Here.” Ian reached for the handkerchief inside his pocket and handed it over to him. “Wipe off the tears on your face. Isn't it embarrassing for an adult like you to be crying in public?” 'Fuuu.' Colton blew his nose with the given handkerchief once he was finished wiping his face. “You wouldn't understand the kind of feeling I just went through. I finally found someone who could touch my inner emotions just like Layla did. Moreover, I'm pretty sure you were the only one who has no tears on his face after listening to that song. How were you able to control yourself? Teach me your secret, brother.” He puts his hand on Ian's shoulder, looking at him with a respectful gaze. Ian was about to give his reply when he suddenly noticed that the hanky Colton had used to blow his nose was pressed against his shoulder. “Get your stinky snot away from my body.” He pushed his hands away. “Ah.” Colton chuckled, not minding Ian's reaction. “Still, I can't help but wonder how you were able to withstand all that without shedding any tears. It makes me have a thought on how your marital life with Lavinia will be. Especially when she is going to end up with a cold man like you.” Colton didn't realize that when he mentioned Lavinia's name, Ian's expression became odd.