Chapter 79: A Perfect Score!

The guests began to cast their votes, and Zhou Wan gradually grew more and more nervous. Everyone knew just how strict these guests were with their standards—would her song gain their approval? Not only Zhou Wan, but everyone in the audience had their eyes fixed on the large screen above the stage.

Numbers began to appear on the screen. At first, it showed 536 votes. Zhou Wan was not satisfied with this number. Yet, the votes continued to increase. In just a matter of seconds, the tally climbed to 686!

Zhou Wan glanced back at the screen, feeling as if this were all a dream. In such a solemn and dignified setting, could these votes truly be hers?

But it wasn't over—the number kept rising! Barely ten seconds later, it reached 790 votes! Seeing this, not only Zhou Wan, but also Liu Ruyun and Xu Zhenzhen from Pegasus Entertainment, all felt their hearts tighten. This was already the highest vote count so far!

On the big screen, the numbers continued to surge. The host turned to look at the screen and spoke slowly, "Thirty seconds left to vote, please cast your ballots quickly!"

As the host's words fell, the guests resumed their voting in earnest. The numbers on the screen began to race ahead.

811 votes!

923 votes!

989 votes!

Moments later, the number on the screen finally settled at the monumental mark of 1,000 votes!

Zhou Wan turned, gazing at that number, her eyes dazed, as if she were still dreaming. A thousand votes? She had won the recognition of every single guest present? Since her debut, she'd never once received a perfect score on any other variety show—let alone in a setting like this.

And yet, here she was, receiving a perfect score in this very hall. How could it feel so unreal? And yet, it had truly happened!

Every guest present had cast their most satisfied vote for her. The host's voice rang out, loud and clear: "Congratulations to Miss Zhou Wan—the first perfect score of the evening!"

Perfect score!

Those two words exploded like thunder in the ears of everyone present. Liu Ruyun stared at the number on the screen, her mind buzzing. A perfect score! Under such exacting conditions, Zhou Wan had achieved a perfect score!

Was it a difference in singing technique? A difference in vocal talent? Or in vocal techniques? None of these. The difference was the song itself.

If anyone with decent vocal skills had sung this piece, "As Wished," they too could have earned a perfect score. "If I had sung this song, I could have gotten a perfect score too! This isn't the gap between me and Zhou Wan—it's the gap between songwriters," Liu Ruyun thought, closing her eyes. Her emotions were tangled and complex.

If she hadn't broken up with Shen Xian, with Shen Xian's relationship with Postman, perhaps she would have been given this song. If she'd delayed the breakup by half a month, might she have been able to sing many of Postman's songs? But in this world, there are no ifs.

Xu Zhenzhen of Pegasus Entertainment had thought that with Lin Dao'an's song, she'd easily outshine Zhou Wan. But now, what was happening? Zhou Wan's "As Wished" had just earned a perfect score!

"Postman, you’re incredible!"

"This song moved me to tears!"

"I hereby declare this the greatest offering song ever!"

"I strongly demand that this song be performed at the CCTV Spring Festival Gala!"

"If it’s not on the Gala this year, I’ll never watch again!"

The live-stream chat was flooded with messages.

Chen Feng clenched his fists, then released them. Once again, he felt the chasm between himself and Postman. What was the meaning of a gap? This was it.

"Congratulations to Miss Zhou Wan for receiving one thousand votes!" The host’s voice was loud and brimming with excitement.

Seeing the thousand votes, Zhou Wan, in contrast, had calmed down. She bowed deeply to the audience below. The applause erupted once more.

Ning Cai stood up, clapping enthusiastically. Master Qi wore an odd expression, clapping mechanically, his thoughts unreadable. Liu Ruyun exchanged a glance with Chen Feng. In his eyes, she saw a flicker of defeat and desolation. The pressure Postman had brought to the music world was overwhelming.

Zhou Wan herself hadn’t expected to receive a perfect score. As she stepped off the stage, everything still felt surreal. She turned to Ning Cai, asking, "Was it really one thousand votes?"

Ning Cai nodded, "That’s right—not just tonight, but in any previous variety show, you’ve never gotten a thousand votes!"

Zhou Wan muttered, "It’s not me who’s amazing—it’s Postman."

For the performances that followed, few contestants managed to earn more than three hundred votes—Zhou Wan’s shining achievement overshadowed them all. As time passed, the Voice of China concert gradually drew to a close.

"Divine Wan is incredible! A perfect score!"

"Love you, Wan!"

"I have a feeling this song will become the best single of the year!"

The live-stream comment section was filled with cheers.

After a long while, the host returned to the stage and announced, "After a series of fierce competitions, the Voice of China concert has officially concluded. The champion is Miss Zhou Wan, with one thousand votes!"

Everyone had witnessed just how difficult it was to earn a thousand votes in this setting. And yet, Zhou Wan had done it—she had genuinely won first place. Her fame and popularity soared to new heights.

"Next, our production team will recommend this song to the authorities in Province An or Province Jiang," the host continued.

What did this mean? It meant the song might be featured at the provincial Spring Festival Gala, or even on CCTV’s national broadcast. This was true fortune.

After the show ended, Zhou Wan left the production building, still feeling as if in a dream.

"Want to go celebrate?" Ning Cai came over to suggest.

Zhou Wan shook her head. "Shen Xian is still out with Qingqing. I’d better go pick her up early."

Meanwhile, Shen Xian was taking Qingqing on a walk toward Magpie Bridge Pavilion.

There, at Magpie Bridge Pavilion, there was a precious treasure: a marriage thread woven from gold, valued at around twenty million on the market!

Shen Xian wanted to obtain this marriage thread—to one day give it to someone he loved. Wouldn’t that be unimaginably romantic?