A Low Rank Female Goes Viral Across the Galaxy-Chapter 111: Canvassing for Votes

There were many other such exposés, but they had all disappeared now.

Only those who had been following Jiang Qin from the very beginning had seen those posts and still remembered them.

That’s why only the Jiang Fans knew what a truly lovable person she was!

Amidst a profound silence, Jiang Qin finished her song.

You are a tree

You will never wither

Someone on the Star Network posted two comparison photos.

One was of Jiang Qin at around thirteen or fourteen, with a messy mop of short hair. She was short and scrawny, dressed in slightly worn-out clothes.

Her dirty face only revealed the outline of her features and a pair of stubborn eyes.

At that time, she didn’t look like a female, but more like a male from the lowest rungs of society who refused to admit defeat.

The other photo was of Jiang Qin today.

A female under the spotlight—dazzling, sexy, and captivating.

Indeed, scars can bloom into beautiful flowers.

The great tree had not withered; it had sprouted new buds.

"Jiang Qin—"

"Jiang Qin, Jiang Qin!!!"

...

Without any other words, the audience just chanted her name, waving the fan signs and light sticks in their hands.

Everything was understood without being said.

***

The two hosts sniffled, their eyes slightly red as they came on stage to applaud her.

"Thank you, Miss Jiang Qin, for bringing us ’Ah Diao,’ a song with a story.

Now, let’s have the judges comment on Miss Jiang Qin’s song..."

After a long silence from the judges, Judge #102 finally pressed the button to light up her critique lamp.

"To be honest, I personally don’t think this song is as technically difficult as Mr. Jones’s ’Sky Dome.’ But if we’re talking about who sang to my heart...

I believe it was Miss Jiang Qin.

If we only pursue musical technique, then why don’t we just use music software?

It can not only synthesize all sorts of difficult notes, but also simulate any kind of sound.

The reason machines can’t replace people is because no matter how outstanding they are, they can only follow cold, pre-set programming.

It’s like our main brain. No one doubts its impartiality, because its fairness is defined by the parameters humans set for it.

It will never step outside those parameters to do anything extra.

For years, all music on the market has been chasing after technique.

The difficulty has been constantly escalating.

But no one is pursuing what touches the heart anymore.

Songs are meant for the ears, but also for the heart.

Mr. Jones’s songs are very pleasant to listen to, but his songs are only for the ears.

Miss Jiang Qin’s song, however, went from the ears into the heart.

Therefore, the score I will give is..."

Judge #102 displayed a perfect score of 100 on the panel before her.

The audience gasped.

Heavens!

A perfect score!

A perfect score might not be surprising, but for it to come from Judge #102, that was truly rare!

This was because Judge #102 wasn’t just an Imperial person, but also a renowned music critic from the Empire. She was notorious for being hypercritical.

Take Mr. Jones, for example, who currently held the highest score.

For his performance, her score was 89—it didn’t even break 90!

And now, she had given a perfect score.

Keep in mind, when she had scored Jiang Qin before, her scores had always hovered between 80 and 89.

In fact, it could be said that she had never given anyone a score of 90 or above!

’How could such a picky person be won over by a single song, "Ah Diao"?’

No one knew that Judge #102 had actually empathized with the song.

Wasn’t she, too, an "Ah Diao" who had clawed her way up from the bottom?

It was just that now, she stood high enough that no one remembered her past hardships and humility.

Following Judge #102’s lead, a few more judges came forward to give their comments.

Without exception, they were all full of praise.

Just as Jiang Qin had thought, she was very clear about where her strengths lay. And now, it was further proof that her choice had been the right one.

***

The on-site scores and votes were in.

But the off-site voting hadn’t ended yet.

Almost everyone in the Interstellar was voting, except for those who really couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to such things.

After all, not everyone approved of the entertainment industry’s development.

Some people not only scoffed at it but were particularly disgusted by it.

They felt the entertainment industry existed only to tempt people and sap their ambition!

In any era, there’s no shortage of people with extreme views. Because they dislike something themselves, they come up with a pile of reasons to invalidate other people’s interests.

However, most people were more focused on national interests.

Whether they liked it or not, voting for the Federation’s sole hope was the right thing to do!

But her vote count was still consistently lower than Jones’s.

To drum up votes, Ning Feiyu threw caution to the wind. Gritting his teeth, he posted the long, image-filled article he had prepared long ago.

It was a collection of Jiang Qin’s life experiences from childhood to the present day.

He had been a bit hesitant at first.

He knew that posting that material could be seen as using a sob story to gain votes, so he had only prepared it, planning to release it depending on the situation.

But after hearing her song, he no longer felt that way.

’That wasn’t playing the victim; that was the path Jiang Qin walked to get here!’ 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Soon, the post shot to the top of the trending charts, holding firmly to the number one spot on the Star Network’s hot list.

Of course, Ning Feiyu himself didn’t have that kind of influence; there were just a lot of people adding fuel to the fire.

Accompanying the long article were the lyrics and a recording of Jiang Qin’s recent performance.

A voting link was attached at the bottom.

As the post’s click rate continued to climb, so did Jiang Qin’s vote count.

Besides the Federation people, many Imperial people were also voting for her.

Just as Judge #102 had said, they were tired of listening to songs that only focused on technique. Now, they wanted to hear something that could sing its way into their hearts.

Whether it was "Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing," "Blue and White Porcelain," "Chapter," or this song, "Ah Diao."

As long as it was a song by Jiang Qin, it generally had one distinct characteristic.

A strong sense of story and immersion.

Even if you got tired of this type of song one day, you could come back to it after a while and still be deeply moved.

So they no longer wanted to listen to that talk about traitors.

It was just an entertainment show, after all. They wanted to cast a vote for the song they loved.

Many from the Myriad Races also voted for Jiang Qin.

They weren’t as xenophobic as the Empire and lived more freely. Even their leaders were from splintered factions.

If there wasn’t a song they liked, they’d do their superiors a favor and not vote for the enemy.

But if there was a song they did like, then too bad. Who were their superiors? Other than their clan leader, they didn’t recognize any "superiors."

They let the commands go in one ear and out the other.

In the final half hour, the hosts invited the nine contestants onto the stage.

"Next, each of you will have three minutes to campaign for votes. We’ll start with Mr. Ize."

Ize, with a friendly smile, said, "The songs of our Elf Clan mostly lean towards a sleep-aid style, so they might not be as intense.

But I still hope to receive everyone’s support, because I want to continue to shine in the music world.

I want to write more sleep-aid songs for everyone and help the many insomniacs across the Interstellar."

It had to be said, his words struck a chord with every insomniac!

Thirty percent of all adults in the Interstellar were insomniacs.

Of course, this kind of calming, sleep-inducing music deserved a place!