C15 The Opera 2 Dolphin Voice Let's See If I Can Sing Well!

Haha, looks like this uncle's picked up a few tricks!

Tell me what you want, uncle, and I'll do my best to make it happen!

Qin Mo said, "It's simple. If you enjoy my singing, just send me a little heart, okay?"

A little heart costs just ten cents, and it's even a freebie from the system.

The fans were more than happy to oblige.

No worries, uncle, go ahead and sing—we get it!

Get those lucky fingers moving, and give our uncle a boost!

In a flash, the screen was alive with fluttering little hearts.

Qin Mo's fan value started to climb steadily.

Feeling the vibe was just right, Qin Mo glanced at his guitar and set it aside.

What's happening?

Is uncle switching instruments?

Come on, uncle, sing already!

Less than two minutes to go, sing now or it's game over!

Qin Mo clapped his hands and spoke into the microphone, "This new mic of mine isn't too shabby. Let's test it out with an a cappella song, shall we?"

A cappella?

Has uncle lost his mind?

Spike's song arrangement really racked up the points for him!

Qin Mo mumbled to himself.

"I studied Russian for a while and got inspired to write a song in Russian. I'm not sure how it sounds, but I can hit those high notes!"

Qin Mo announced the song title in the public chat.

"The song is called 'Opera №2'!"

Uncle, just sing 'Twilight,' forget these bizarre experiments!

Qin Mo replied, "Don't worry about the lyrics, just see if I can hit the high notes! I'll share the translation later."

Using a world-class whistle register song to compete against Spike might be overkill.

But Qin Mo was on the verge of going viral!

This song's whistle register was bound to be lavish and breathtaking!

Trending status was a sure thing!

He began to sing.

"Доммойдостроен..."

(Translation: The house is built, and here I stand alone. The door slams shut behind me. The autumn wind slaps against the window, sorrowful, crying for me.)

Some savvy netizens in the crowd, fluent in Russian, typed out the gist of the lyrics on the screen. It wasn't perfect, but it got the point across.

Netizens were buzzing about the song's fresh melody and enchanting lyrics, though many were left scratching their heads in bewilderment. What stood out was Qin Mo's transformation; his voice was rich and resonant, a stark contrast to his usual husky tone.

As Qin Mo wrapped up the first two verses and dove into the chorus, his voice soared to an astonishingly sharp pitch. The live broadcast audience was treated to a spine-tingling display of dolphin notes.

"Woo-ah-ah-ah... ah-ah-ah-ah... ah..."

"Woo-ah-ah-ah... ah-ah-ah-ah... ah..."

Singing a cappella, Qin Mo's dolphin notes rang out with piercing clarity.

The live chat exploded with reactions.

"Wow, is this even human? Such divine vocals!"

"Dolphin notes, and the man's killing it!"

"I may not get it, but it sure feels powerful!"

"He speaks Russian and nails dolphin notes? What a multi-talented guy!"

"Uncle's a hidden gem of a singer!"

"Those high notes could blow the roof off!"

"My mom asked why I was on the floor. Told her I was collecting the pieces of my shattered kneecaps!"

"Thought it was just okay at first, but kneeling down? Way better!"

"Who knew uncle had such a hauntingly beautiful voice?"

"This demonic high note is killing me!"

"Singing in a foreign language felt cringy at first, but those dolphin notes are dazzling. I'm sold!"

"That high note's like a siren call after a two-kilometer sprint! Setting it as my alarm, and mom won't have to worry about me oversleeping!"

The chat was a flood of praise for Qin Mo, with fans' virtual hearts obscuring the screen.

Viewership skyrocketed to seventy million—a feat not even the top Conboat streamers could boast of with genuine numbers.

Fans showered Qin Mo with gifts, though the collective sum was a mere drop in the ocean. Time was ticking down, with just over a minute to go.

Qin Mo launched into the second verse, and this time, the dolphin notes climbed a staggering eight octaves higher!

As for the neighbors' complaints tomorrow? That was a problem for another day.

In this showdown, victory was the only option—defeat wasn't even on the table!

Incredibly, he'd cranked up the pitch yet again!

Goodness, just how high could he go?

Spike must be feeling the sting now, huh? Showing off his high notes only to be outclassed—talk about bringing a knife to a gunfight!

Qin Mo knew full well this was his golden ticket to stardom.

He could seize this live stream to skyrocket to fame in the Conboat showdown!

With a steely resolve, he played his popularity-doubling card once more!

Only sixty seconds remained, yet the visitor count had soared to a staggering 140 million!

The surge in visitors nearly brought the server to its knees!

Thankfully, Conboat's operations team was prepared, averting a total meltdown.

The audience was in a frenzy!

Could this explosive growth in visitors even be real?

But there was no time to ponder; Qin Mo upped the key again, and the microphone just couldn't handle the heat.

Qin Mo was speechless...

Suddenly, the live stream was flooded with high-value gifts.

Top streamers had cracked the code to viral traffic and weren't about to miss out on this chance to boost their following and network.

They came out swinging with aircraft carriers, each worth a small fortune!

Text scrolled by, gifts and special effects cascading across the screen.

"'Funny Story' sends an aircraft carrier!"

"'Silly Girl' sends an aircraft carrier!"

"'Papapa' sends a yacht!"

"'South Gate 7:30 PM' sends an aircraft carrier!"

Down to the final thirty seconds.

Qin Mo's gift tally had smashed past three million!

And it was still climbing at a breakneck pace!

When Qin Mo had first hit those dolphin notes, Spike had scrambled to add a few hundred thousand to his gift count, reaching two million.

But now, he was left in Qin Mo's dust!

Spike was seething with frustration, but his hands were tied—he was out of cash to throw into the ring!

What was supposed to be a surefire win had turned into a stepping stone for Qin Mo!

Sure, Spike had snagged some attention during the PK, but in the world of competition, second place fades into obscurity—only the winner takes it all!

Defeated by Qin Mo, Spike saw his chances of a comeback slipping away.

After all, he had his sights set on being number one!

This time around, Qin Mo truly earned his stripes as the top contender on Conboat!

The PK showdown was on.

Qin Mo trounced Spike with a whopping five million in gift value, dwarfing Spike's two million!

In reality, Spike's fans had only contributed a mere two hundred thousand in gifts, and those were inflated by hired hands.

But every single one of Qin Mo's gifts was genuine!

The online crowd began to heckle.

"Spike, why so quiet now?"

"We can tell the good from the bad on our own. We have ears; we don't need a paid 'fan army' to hype things up. It's not just about who's up and who's down."

"Spike, trying to take on the big guy? Go home and eat cold leftovers for another decade!"

Spike's expression soured. He offered a few courteous remarks, but conveniently left out any mention of the forfeit for losing, and hastily signed off.

That night, Qin Mo shot to fame!

He became the first internet sensation on Conboat to amass a fanbase of millions through PK battles!

The conversion to fans was staggering, skyrocketing to ten million!

All thanks to the popularity card gifted by the system—without it, such a rapid rise in popularity would have been impossible!

Seeing that the buzz hadn't died down, Qin Mo kept up the interaction with his online buddies.

But disaster struck—his new microphone blew out, forcing him to revert to the old one, with its inferior sound quality.

Ding... "Congratulations to the host for completing the PK mission. Physical enhancements will commence during your downtime..."