A Low Rank Female Goes Viral Across the Galaxy-Chapter 83: Blue and White Porcelain

Jiang Qin had brought the holographic projection background herself.

She had also created it herself. It began with a scene of a misty, rainy Jiangnan, followed by some of the crafting processes for Blue and White Porcelain.

At that moment, she was walking onto the stage holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Paired with the holographic scenery, it was as if she were truly emerging slowly from the misty rain.

The gentle beat of a drum accompanied the zither’s prelude, like a scroll painting slowly unfurling.

"The plain base is outlined in blue, the brushstrokes shifting from bold to faint.

The peony painted on the vase’s body is just like your first makeup.

Wisps of sandalwood waft through the window, I now understand your thoughts..."

With her red lips, willow-leaf brows, bright eyes, and pearly teeth, the beautiful woman possessed even more charm than the ladies in ancient paintings.

Fearing the Interstellar People wouldn’t understand the lyrics, the holographic projection also provided a standard summary of their meaning, accompanied by an explanation of the history and manufacturing of Blue and White Porcelain.

Ancient characters flowed across the center of the stage.

"The sky-cyan glaze awaits the misty rain, and I am waiting for you.

Cooking smoke curls upward, thousands of miles away across the river.

On the vase’s base, Han clerical script imitates the elegance of a previous dynasty..."

The entire background transformed into a display of various Blue and White Porcelain pieces, each with explanatory text.

The Jiang Fan, who had been anxiously waiting for Jiang Qin to take the stage, erupted in celebration.

[My refreshing potion wasn’t a waste! Worth staying up for this.]

[Were those 120 songs just a prelude for my Qin Bao? A classic case of casting a brick to attract jade?]

[I just listened to a song, but I feel like I’ve almost learned how to make ceramics. Heavens! Is this really knowledge you can get for free?]

[This Bronze contestant from the Federation has some tricks up her sleeve...]

[The song is nice, but the lyrics are nonsense.]

[It’s only winning because it’s flashy. If I had to compare this song to one by Master Finland, I’d choose Master Finland. But compared to all that repetitive trash from the Myriad Races, I’ll take her.]

[History doesn’t just belong to the Federation. If you think about it, our Empire should be the ’main lineage’ from ancient times, right?]

[No, the Federation is the main lineage! Our Human Clan genes are purer, which is why you all drove us out, isn’t it?

Your history is just a food chain!]

[I admit I was a bit too loud earlier. After listening to over a hundred similar songs, Jiang Qin is like a breath of fresh air right now.

It’s washed away my mental fatigue, and it even seems to have a slightly soothing effect?

I just feel like my Spirit Sea has suddenly become very relaxed...]

[What a wimpy song, just like you Federation people. How can it compare to the powerful songs of our Empire?]

[Don’t be so confident, Empire. The songs of our Elf Clan are the best-sounding. After all, an outstanding musical sense is our innate talent!]

[Just the eternal runner-up.]

...

The judges, who had been tormented by over a hundred largely identical songs, all gave Jiang Qin high scores.

Even the judge from the Empire didn’t maliciously give her a low score.

After all, on the production team’s large screen, the master brain judge had already displayed its score.

Even if they said the song was excellent but just not to their personal taste, they could only deduct a few points for personal preference.

Therefore, the panel of judges gave scores exceeding 90 points.

Only a scattered few gave scores like 87.

The final average score was: 93.

This score would, at the very least, allow Jiang Qin to enter the top ten on the leaderboard.

At the same time, 121 songs were uploaded to the show’s official app. Obviously, those ranked higher would more easily attract listeners.

So, the final purpose of the judges’ scores was for ranking on the chart.

After all, very few people would probably choose to listen from the very first song all the way through to the 121st before voting.

Most would listen to the higher-scoring works at the top and then cast their votes.

Of course, if you had your own fans, they would find you and cast their vote even if you were ranked 121st.

After Jiang Qin finished singing and left the stage, the host directly announced the end of the night’s debut show.

"In three days, the show’s first elimination round will be held. There are no restrictions on the composition theme, so composers can create freely.

However, the collaborating singers will be randomly assigned. Next, the master brain’s allocation mechanism will pair everyone up."

A large wheel appeared on the big screen on stage.

After spinning wildly for a few rotations, a page of names finally appeared.

The composers’ names were on the left, and the singers’ names were on the right.

Jiang Qin saw her name at a glance; after all, she was still at the very bottom of the list.

The singer she was paired with was named Sak.

"During the show, all participating guests are not allowed to leave the production team’s premises, nor are they allowed to use their Light Computers.

Therefore, a little later, we will ask all our artists to cooperate with the production team and have the master brain lock your Light Computers.

As for the guests’ food, clothing, housing, and transportation, that will be kindly sponsored by the Imperial Royal Family..."

"And with that, today’s show comes to an end. We’ll see you again on August 19th at 6 PM... Please look forward to it."

***

Accommodations were arranged within a closed residential community built by the production team.

All accompanying bodyguards and assistants were forbidden from entering; they could only stay in a building outside the community.

This was probably to prevent cheating by having ghostwriters arranged among the entourage.

Jiang Qin received the magnetic key card for her suite—the familiar number 121.

When she found her room, a male was already waiting outside the door.

’A member of the Sea Clan?’

’Because he seemed to have... hmm, the smell of the ocean, or rather, the salty scent of the sea.’

"Hello, I’m Sak."

"Hello, Jiang Qin." Jiang Qin extended her hand in a friendly gesture, making brief contact before letting go.

Sak nodded and got straight to the point. "Is your song for the next round ready? I might need a relatively long time to practice it.

So, I’d like to ask you to give me the music as soon as possible."

"There’s no rush. Let’s go to the recording studio first. I need to hear your voice before I can decide."

Sak didn’t think much of it, assuming Jiang Qin wanted to choose a song from her existing collection based on his voice.

He never considered that someone would come completely unprepared without any songs and actually compose on the spot.

Many composers, in fact, would prepare multiple songs in different styles beforehand to reduce the pressure of composing on-site.

There was always a chance a few of them would happen to fit the theme requirements.

That way, they wouldn’t have to compose from scratch and could just use one of those, giving the singer more time to practice.

*

The rooms arranged by the production team were labeled A, B, and C under the same number.

In other words, room 121A was for the composer, and room 121B was for the singer. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

And between these two rooms was room 121C, which was the recording studio.

This meant every composer had their own private recording studio and wouldn’t have to run into other composers.

After they went inside, Jiang Qin asked Sak to pick a song he was familiar with and start singing.

His voice, to be honest, wasn’t particularly pleasant.

It was rather gruff and sounded a bit old-fashioned.

However, his technique was solid. His high notes were especially resonant, and he could hit the low notes deeply.

Aside from a timbre that wasn’t popularly liked, there were basically no issues.

After listening, Jiang Qin had an idea. She said, "You should rest for tonight. I’ll give you the music tomorrow morning."

Sak agreed and left the recording studio.

They didn’t know each other well, after all, and belonged to different races, so there wasn’t much to say.