The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Chapter 122 The Rose Boy

After an incredibly busy week, the recording of the second session of "Heavenly Children's Voices" finally arrived as scheduled.

Backstage at the recording venue, the participating children were like a flock of cheerful little birds, chirping and flitting about in every corner.

Every child who encounters Xiang Wanwan will enthusiastically run over to greet her.

"Wanwan, you're here! Have you prepared any amazing new songs this week?"

A little girl with a ponytail smiled and approached Wanwan, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Wanwan, I'm so looking forward to hearing you sing! You sang so well last time!"

A chubby-faced little boy chimed in, giving a thumbs-up.

At first, Xiang Wanwan instinctively shrank back, because the bullying incident in the past had left her with a deep fear of crowds.

But looking at the children's sincere and friendly smiling faces, she bit her lip, and slowly, she tried to put on a smile, responding to everyone's greetings and trying to chat with them for a bit.

Seeing Wanwan's change, Xiang Nan's eyes reddened slightly, feeling both gratified and a little heartbroken.

She knew how difficult it was for Wanwan to take this step. She gently patted Wanwan's head and said softly, "Wanwan is amazing, I'm so happy for you."

Wanwan looked up at her sister, a hint of pride shining in her clear eyes, as if telling her sister that she was trying to become braver.

Because Wanwan received the highest score in the previous competition with her outstanding performance, she was scheduled to perform last in this competition.

As time ticked by, the atmosphere backstage grew increasingly tense, like a string that was being stretched taut.

Wanwan sat in the corner, constantly rubbing the hem of her clothes with her hands, her legs swinging back and forth unconsciously. Her heart was pounding like a little rabbit.

"Sister, I'm so nervous. What if I don't sing well?" Wanwan looked up at Xiang Nan, her eyes full of worry, her voice trembling slightly.

Xiang Nan quickly squatted down, took Wanwan's little hand, and gently comforted her, "Wanwan, don't be afraid. You have to believe in yourself. You've been practicing so hard this week, you'll definitely be fine. I have confidence in you."

Luo Li chimed in, gently patting Wanwan's shoulder and smiling, "Yes, Wanwan, you're like a shining star. Just standing on the stage can illuminate the entire stage. Relax."

With Xiang Nan and Luo Li's constant reassurance, Wanwan's mood gradually calmed down, but the feeling of tension still lingered in her heart and wouldn't go away.

Finally, the host's clear voice rang out on the stage: "We hope that bullying will no longer occur in schools, and that every child can have a wonderful childhood. Now, please welcome last week's champion, Xiang Wanwan, to perform 'Rose Boy'."

As applause erupted, Wanwan took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and straightened her skirt, as if she were about to step onto the stage in the most perfect pose.

With firm steps, she walked towards the center of the stage. After stopping, she first bowed gracefully to everyone, a deep bow filled with her respect for the stage and her gratitude to the audience.

Then, music began to play softly. Wanwan closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, they were filled with a determined light.

She slightly raised her chin and began to sing in rhythm with the music.

Who put whose soul into whose body?

Who turned whose body into a prison to confine themselves?

......"

Wanwan's clear yet powerful voice echoed throughout the venue, each word like a pebble thrown into a still lake, creating ripples.

The painful images of being bullied kept flashing through her mind. The scenes of verbal abuse, shoving, and beatings flashed by like a movie. But now, she was no longer that helpless little girl. She wanted to use her singing to speak out for all those who had been hurt like her and to shout against school bullying.

The audience was initially immersed in the beautiful melody, but as the lyrics were sung one by one, their expressions gradually became serious.

Some viewers had tears in their eyes, recalling similar sad stories they had heard around them; others clenched their fists, seemingly filled with anger at the bullying.

A young woman covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She thought to herself, "This girl must have gone through so much pain to be able to stand here and sing such a powerful song. She's truly amazing."

A man frowned, a hint of heartache in his eyes, and whispered to the person next to him, "Sigh, school bullying is really too hateful. I hope that no child will ever suffer such harm again."

Wanwan was still singing passionately on stage, her body swaying gently with the music, her hands waving unconsciously in the air, as if she were fighting against the unseen bullying force.

"You are not guilty; the world is guilty."

Being born a human being is not a sin; you don't need to apologize.

......"

As Wanwan sang this part, her voice became increasingly passionate, and it seemed that her small body contained boundless power, which shocked everyone.

"One day I will be you baby boy and you gon'be me

......"

Wanwan's singing was like a torch in the darkness, illuminating every corner and igniting everyone's yearning for justice and tolerance.

Hearing Wanwan's powerful voice and thinking about what this little girl had gone through, many viewers couldn't help but shed tears.

They marveled inwardly at how such a small body could possess such immense power. This power seemed capable of piercing through all darkness, making the world a warmer and more beautiful place.

As the song ended and the music gradually subsided, the venue was initially silent before erupting into thunderous applause and cheers.

Wanwan bowed deeply again, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, but her face was beaming with a satisfied smile.

She knew she had succeeded; she had conveyed everything she wanted to express through her singing.

At this moment, the live stream chat was flooded with comments, as everyone expressed their feelings.

"Some people listen to a song and then arrogantly raise their own flag, wanting to overthrow everything that doesn't conform to their beliefs. Little do they know that they have already become the murderers in the song who kill the other rose boys. They don't want to see how the roses bloom differently; they are only intoxicated by the tragedy after the roses wither."

One netizen angrily typed on the keyboard and posted comments, his eyes revealing a hint of anger, as if he was full of dissatisfaction with those bullies and those who lacked tolerance.

"Everyone has the potential to be a 'minority.' Respecting others' differences and having more empathy and tolerance will make the world a better place. Wanwan, please keep singing! I admire you for getting this far and I want to hear you sing more songs!"

Another netizen commented with deep emotion, his face filled with admiration and respect. He sincerely hoped that Wanwan could go further and further on the path of music and continue to spread this positive energy through her songs.

"Rose Boy in my heart! Rose Boy! It's me! It's you! Wanwan, keep going! Mom will always love you!"

A netizen claiming to be a "mom fan" kept sending this comment, her eyes reddening, as if watching her most beloved child shine on stage, her heart filled with pride and love.

"Someone will love you wholeheartedly, Wanwan, keep going, Mom will always love you!"

Everyone says roses have thorns, but it seems no one ever asks if they want to grow thorns. As always, regardless of the occasion! Wanwan, keep it up, Mom loves you!

"Who says roses are destined to wither? Bloom brightly and illuminate the dark past! Wanwan, keep going, Mom loves you!"

"Wanwan, keep going! Mom loves you!"

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PS: Lyrics for "Rose Boy": Ashin + Jolin Tsai; Music: Razor Chiang + Jolin Tsai; Performed by: Mayday + Jolin Tsai