A very talented review—“Wind Blows the Wheat Fields” absolutely lives up to it. The live audience felt the same way, so the chatter and insults gradually died down, and everyone quieted to listen to the song.

People may be bad, but the song is innocent—perhaps that’s the feeling.

If it were only this, it still wouldn’t be enough for Eric Carter to turn the tables. The trump card he never revealed during rehearsals with the band was about to arrive—

“Thinking of your gentle words, once brought tears to my eyes.”

“Mm mm mm mm mm mm”

“La la la la la la...”

Do you still remember the reward Eric Carter drew from his newbie gift pack?

[Perfect Singing Voice (Non-lyrics)]: under the right conditions, it allows one to sing with a heavenly voice.

What is a heavenly voice? “Such a sound should only exist in heaven; how rarely is it heard on earth!”

“Wind Blows the Wheat Fields” perfectly fits the non-lyrics condition. The gentle humming in this song is like playing a pair of trump cards; Eric Carter’s voice seemed to instantly evolve to its ultimate form.

In the humming, warmth and gentleness made it feel as if you were standing in a golden wheat field, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of rice, with country cats and dogs chasing each other through the fields—utterly intoxicating, making you want to linger forever.

One of the highest realms of song is to let the audience enjoy it. “Wind Blows the Wheat Fields” delivered this perfectly; both the audience and the contestants gathered backstage were completely immersed.

“We once sang in the fields.”

“Hoping through the winter, but never waiting for the autumn scene under the sunlight.”

“Let the promises of the past fly, drifting with the west wind.”

“Just like your soft, long hair, once scented my dreams.” Listening to his own humming through the in-ear monitor, Eric Carter himself felt enjoyment. The perfect singing voice was indeed perfect, as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, able to fully and sublimely express the song’s essence.

The cool morning breeze of summer.

The clear spring water in the forest.

The misty clouds of Mount Hua.

The crimson sunset at dusk.

All are quiet and beautiful things that are hard to resist.

“Mm mm mm mm mm mm la la la la la la...”

This song has four sections of humming. Even by the fourth and final time, there was no sign of getting tired of it; it still touched the soul deeply.

After the four-minute song ended, the whole venue was silent. There was no applause; everyone was still lost in the lingering resonance of the music.

The feeling was—

The door is low, but the sun is bright,

The grass is bearing its seeds,

The wind is shaking its leaves,

We stand, saying nothing,

And it is very beautiful.

After a while...

“Thank you to the band teachers for your cooperation.” Eric Carter introduced the names of the pianist, harpist, violinist, and other teachers to show respect.

Eric Carter then turned to the audience: “Thank you all for listening quietly to my singing. Thank you, truly, thank you.”

Only after these two thank-yous did everyone snap out of it. Since the surprise guest’s votes would be announced last, Eric Carter left the stage first.

Next came the “whoosh—” of applause. When people hear something good, they instinctively clap.

Chapter 9: The Shocked Contestants

“I feel like my ears just got a massage.”

“Thank you all for listening quietly to my singing. I don’t know why, but hearing him say that made me feel a bit of heartache. Why is that? I clearly really dislike this scumbag.”

“Ah, me too. Earlier, I even used my alt account to curse him out a dozen times. But his singing is just too gentle. Is someone this gentle really as bad as the internet says? Cheating, being kept, acting like a diva...”

“Girl, don’t be fooled. The internet has all the evidence.”

“Even so, the humming was so gentle, the whole song was beautiful. I’ll secretly add it to my favorites when I get home.”

And so on—the audience was abuzz.

Quietly.

Silence is gold, silver, copper, iron, and tin.

Even in the gathering hall, there was a bit of silence. Sarah Clark, Emily Harris, Nancy Foster and the others were puzzled—why did he suddenly sing so well? And he can even write originals? That’s not just impressive, it’s downright unbelievable.

“Did humanity suddenly evolve and leave me behind?” Emily Harris had heard a few of Eric Carter’s songs before. Hmm—she thought he was better off not opening his mouth.

He used to rely on his looks, for crying out loud.

This isn’t scientific, nor is it reasonable!

Today, “Wind Blows the Wheat Fields” shocked her for an entire year.

“His singing is so rich and full.” David Parker sighed, “The lingering notes, the resonance—Eric Carter’s voice is just beautiful.”

“But why does the emotional delivery and technique in the lyrics fall a bit short?” David Parker frowned, feeling regret. “There’s a lot of room for improvement—the abrupt stops aren’t clean enough, the decrescendos are a bit sticky, and the technique could be strengthened.”

On the show, David Parker is the “good parent” type, always encouraging. The reason he instinctively nitpicked was because the humming was just too good—it was one of the best he’d heard in over thirty years in the music industry.

One of the best—and that’s with the nostalgia filter from songs he heard in his youth.

“This is what [Bel Canto on the Shinkansen] should be—no, actually, to do justice to the voice, [Bel Canto in the Tenshukaku] is more fitting.” After saying this, Henry Reed was a bit confused. Isn’t it said that when God opens a door, he closes a window?

For example, he himself had some musical talent, but his looks were average, even a bit balding in middle age. Why did the man before him have both such beauty and such a voice?