“Mr. Yu said this song is called ‘As You Wish.’ He said he hopes this land will remain peaceful, with mountains and rivers unharmed, and the everyday warmth of life intact.”
The stage lights went completely dark.
Backstage control room.
Chu Feng’s eyes were bloodshot as he gripped the control console’s lever tightly with both hands.
“Attention all units!”
He roared into his earpiece.
“Activate the ultimate defense array! Thirty-six Deep-Sea Thunder God modules at full power! Raise Mr. Yu’s shield for me!”
Behind the stage, a lift platform slowly rose.
One hundred elementary school students in neat uniforms stood in four formations.
They were the choir from the Capital Military District Cadet School.
Flanking them was a world-class eighty-member symphony orchestra.
Cellos, violins, horns, timpani—all in position.
“Full string arrangement as requested by Mr. Yu, and the hundred-voice children’s choir…”
Old Li stood in the VIP section, leaning on his cane, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
“This is to purify the sky with the purest frequencies!”
The conductor’s baton dropped.
Buzz—
Eighty string instruments sounded together.
Amplified and directed by thirty-six military infrasound radar modules, the low-frequency sound that should have been deafening did not harm anyone’s ears.
Instead, the sound waves passed through the air like invisible hands, gently supporting everyone’s chest.
All present felt their hearts wrapped in a warm force. Exhaustion, anxiety, even hidden injuries accumulated over days—were all soothed by this strange frequency.
Lin Jianguo widened his eyes. Feeling warmth spreading through his chronically strained neck, he slowly turned it in disbelief.
Crack.
A pop.
No pain.
“Mr. Yu has turned infrasound weapons into a large-scale healing array covering the entire venue!”
Lin Jianguo shouted in shock.
On stage, the hundred children sang in unison.
“You are the distant road, the light in the misty mountains…”
Their pure, crystalline voices pierced through the heavy clouds over the night sky of the capital like a blade.
Then, Wang Fei began to sing.
“I am the compensation for your wish…”
Her voice was no longer wild and tearing, but calm and vast, as if it contained all things after countless years of experience.
The strings formed a deep foundation. The children’s choir formed a pure upper layer. Wang Fei’s voice cut through the middle.
The thirty-six radar systems compressed and reshaped all three layers of sound into a single invisible hammer, striking outward from the stadium.
In a basement somewhere in Beijing.
Several surviving foreign sleeper agents, who had avoided being “cleansed,” wore noise-canceling headsets, trying to monitor the stadium.
The moment the sound wave of As You Wish swept through, their million-yuan military monitoring equipment didn’t even spark—it instantly turned to dust internally.
The agents removed their headphones, eyes vacant.
The extremist ideology ingrained in them since childhood began to waver under the sound.
The leader suddenly thought of home in Hokkaido.
He remembered winter mornings, his mother kneeling by the table, making rice balls with frozen red fingers, smiling as she tucked in his favorite pickled plum.
He didn’t understand why he had spent eleven years hiding in this foreign land like a rat.
“This is the dissolution of ideological steel printing…”
He fell to his knees, tears hitting the cold concrete.
“He doesn’t just kill… he destroys fighting spirit at the root… a demon…”
Inside the stadium.
The climax arrived.
Wang Fei raised the microphone and looked up at the sky.
“May mountains and rivers remain unharmed, and the fireworks of life stay ordinary!”
BOOM!
The thirty-six radar units ran at overload. Their black metal shells turned faintly red from heat.
A massive column of sound shot straight into the sky.
Eighty thousand people in the stands—including Old Li and Chu Feng—could not help but look up.
They saw the thick smog that had always covered the night sky of Beijing being forcibly torn open by the sound waves, forming a giant circular void.
Pure moonlight poured through the opening onto the stadium like divine light.
“A celestial phenomenon… he changed the sky!”
Old Li burst into tears, throwing away his cane and bowing deeply toward the moonlight.
“A peerless national talent! Mr. Yu, this old man pays his respect!”
All eighty thousand people stood up at once under the miraculous moonlight.
The stadium fell silent.
The vast arena was so quiet that only the weight of moonlight on shoulders could be felt.
In the third row, a bespectacled boy wiped his sweat-soaked glasses, staring at the moon emerging from the cloud hole.
His girlfriend squeezed his hand so tightly her nails dug in, but he didn’t feel any pain.
“Holy sh*t…”
That was all he managed to say after a long time.
He later posted those two words online. Three thousand replies came under it, and no one mocked him for being inarticulate.
Because everyone who was there that night probably came home able to say only those two words as their first complete sentence.
The next morning.
Jiangcheng, Jinshuiwan Villa No. 1.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the Persian carpet in the living room.
Yu Xian woke up naturally. He stretched lazily and walked downstairs in slippers.
Hot soy milk and fried dough sticks were already prepared by Su Wanyi on the dining table.
He sat down, took a bite of a dough stick, and casually turned on the TV.
The early morning news was playing on CCTV.
The host looked extremely solemn.
“Last night, famous singer Wang Fei and her daughter released a new single at the Beijing Stadium.”
“Due to its highly practical physical force techniques and uplifting rhythmic frequency, the song has been officially designated by the Central Military Commission this morning as the standard daily morning combat exercise for the entire armed forces.”
The screen cut.
At a southeastern military region training ground.
Tens of thousands of fully armed soldiers stood in formation.
From loudspeakers blared an extremely loud electronic track:
“Ji ni tai mei~”
The soldiers maintained stern expressions, moving in perfect unison—shoulders dropping, hips twisting, explosive impacts.
“Shout! Iron Mountain Lean!”
The roar of tens of thousands shot into the sky with killing intent.
The half-eaten fried dough stick in Yu Xian’s hand dropped onto the table.
He stared blankly at the soldiers on TV, listening to the song he once regarded in his past life as a top-tier meme track.
“Holy f***…”
His vision went black for a moment, nearly face-planting into his soy milk.
I just wanted the girl to go up there and act cute!
You’re using this song for military training?!
In future battles, are you planning to face the enemy with singing, dancing, rap, and basketball?!
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