Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God-Chapter 1005 - 1004:

Hua Yiwu taunted Lin Fan, thinking Lin Fan had no right to criticize him as Lin Fan surely sang worse than him. Did he dare to get on stage to sing? Surely not.

But Lin Fan didn't hesitate and actually ran onto the stage.

"Regarding what Young Master Hua just said, I have a different opinion. Young Master Hua thinks I don't sing as well as him and therefore lack the qualification to critique. This is nonsense, just like how customers at a restaurant can't cook but can still critique a chef's bad dish," Lin Fan laughed.

Everyone nodded; Lin Fan made sense, and some couldn't help but laugh.

Lin Fan continued, "I believe anyone can critique Young Master Hua; I can, and everyone here can too. Singing badly doesn't mean you can't be critiqued. Sorry, this isn't your Weibo where fans can manipulate comments."

Laughter erupted.

Hua Yiwu's face turned red: "Where do you get the nerve to speak about me? What about your Ning Xiaoyue? She's famously terrible at singing and dancing; she's the worst of all!"

For a moment, all eyes turned to Ning Xiaoyue, who blushed, admittedly acknowledging her lack of skill.

Lin Fan said, "Indeed, Xiaoyue's singing and dancing skills are poor; everyone knows that. In terms of skill, you might even be better than Xiaoyue. But the difference is Xiaoyue never claimed her skills were strong; her fans lay flat, accepting public mockery since it's deserved. Everyone can critique. Unlike Young Master Hua, despite your poor skills, you love portraying yourself as a strong contender, calling yourself an artist, boasting through press releases, and your fans frantically block critiques. It's okay to lack skill because it can be developed. But having no skill and still showing off is just wrong."

People laughed again.

Hua Yiwu was enraged and sneered, "Why say so much? Are you singing or not? Are you changing the topic to avoid singing? You said anyone can critique; great, I plan to critique you."

Lin Fan said, "No way, Young Master Hua, you want to find a sense of superiority from me? That's not great. I've never learned to sing, I'm an amateur, just like Xiaoyue. We haven't had proper training, poor talent, and poor foundation, so it's understandable Xiaoyue isn't skilled. Yet, Young Master Hua, you came from formal training, had professional teachers with million-dollar tuition, and still sing poorly. I wonder if You were sleeping in class or just naturally lacking talent."

"You!" Hua Yiwu was exasperated.

Lin Fan said, "Young Master Hua, no need to be mad; these words won't be seen on your Weibo, they're just honest truths."

Laughter filled the room.

Hua Yiwu snorted, "Are you saying all this just to avoid singing? Just say it directly if you're scared of public humiliation. This was exactly what you wanted me to do. Now it's your turn; scared, aren't you? What a coward!"

Liu Jinwei laughed, "Xiaohua, I don't believe Mr. Lin is scared to sing, he just truly can't sing. Don't make things difficult for Mr. Lin."

Though appearing to defend Lin Fan, he subtly suggested Lin Fan couldn't sing.

Lin Fan said, "I was just reasoning with Young Master Hua. I never said I wouldn't sing. Though I'm an amateur, let's embarrass myself here so Young Master Hua can't say I'm afraid to sing."

What?

Lin Fan is really going to sing?

Everyone thought he was avoiding the topic, preparing to slip away. Who knew he actually intended to sing? It seemed Hua Yiwu's provocation worked, forcing Lin Fan into action.

The situation was rather absurd. People imagined Lin Fan singing off-key, some couldn't help but laugh.

Upon hearing Lin Fan would sing, Liu Jinwei quickly instructed those filming to make sure that moment was captured for future ridicule. This guy's tone-deaf performance would become an indelible piece of black history, to be pulled out whenever they wanted to shame Lin Fan.

Hua Yiwu sneered, feeling triumphant; Lin Fan was, foolishly, falling into his trap easily. His goal was to deflect attention. As long as Lin Fan sang worse than him, everyone would shift to mocking Lin Fan, allowing him a smooth getaway. This trick was known as shifting blame.

To be fair, Hua Yiwu had some skill, supported by a strong PR team that always managed to clean up his scandals. Over time, he learned a thing or two.

Indeed, with a slight ruse, Lin Fan fell for it.

One precondition for everyone to mock Lin Fan was Lin Fan singing worse than Hua Yiwu!

Hua Yiwu didn't consider it carefully, as he assumed from the start Lin Fan couldn't sing, was surely worse. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After all, Lin Fan was an amateur.

Moreover, the song being performed wasn't a nursery rhyme but a universally recognized high-difficulty song, Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, especially the final high note, surpassing the original was unheard of.

Music played, Lin Fan grabbed the microphone, ready to sing.

Instantly, the entire room fell silent, awaiting Lin Fan's performance. Many held back laughs with difficulty, waiting for an off-key note or forgotten lyrics; even the slightest flaw would face a torrent of ridicule.

Hua Yiwu couldn't hold back his laughter; Lin Fan must have regretted it. He used this to humiliate him; now it was Lin Fan's turn, karmic payback, hahahaha...

As everyone was waiting for Lin Fan to embarrass himself, Lin Fan finally began:

"Who brings ancient call, who leaves thousand-year hope, is there an unspeakable song..."

The voice was high and melodious, seemingly transporting everyone to the plateau.

Opening shock!

What is opening shock, this is opening shock!

Everyone was stunned, doubting themselves, did they hear it wrong? Surprisingly it sounded great?

Wait, maybe it's an illusion, listen again.

"Oh... I see one mountain, and another mountain, and another mountain range, connected, ah-la-so, that's the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau..."

My god!

If the previous was auditory hallucination, now everyone heard it crystal clear, truly sounding great, indeed wonderful, as if hearing celestial music.

Lin Fan sang unbelievably well; some couldn't help but kneel, truly unexpected, Lin Fan was amazing. Lin Fan's rendition was not inferior to the original, even hinting at surpassing it!

What?

Surpassing the original?

Those who entertained this thought were shocked by it, Lin Fan really that strong, made it feel like he surpassed the original!

Impossible, impossible, had to keep watching, after all, the song's final high note was critical.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Lin Fan had received top-tier musical talent rewards, making his rendition top-notch.

For a moment, the whole venue was silent, deeply immersed in Lin Fan's singing.