HDRDTH -Chapter 59 This Isn’t a School Gala Performance—It’s Dimensional Crushing

The dead silence in the hall lasted a full ten seconds. It was so quiet that even a needle dropping on the floor could be heard.

“Huff—”

The retired senior official from the Provincial Education Department in the front row suddenly stood up. He tore off his reading glasses and gripped the back of the chair in front of him so tightly that his knuckles turned pale.

“Listen! All of you—open your ears and listen!”

His voice trembled with overwhelming emotion. He turned around and pointed at the thousands of middle school students behind him, all of them red-eyed and stunned into silence.

“This is what a soul sounds like! This is the backbone our Huaxia should have!”

“Bang!”

No one knew who slammed a glow stick onto the ground.

Then—

“Good!!!”

A sharp, explosive roar erupted from the back rows.

The bald, muscular man kicked over his chair, grabbed his carbon fishing rod, and with a knee strike snapped it clean in two.

In a voice like a broken duck’s, he pointed at the ceiling and shouted:

“This is the sound of Chinese men! Master Yu—f**king awesome!”

“BOOM—!”

Hundreds of anglers stood up in unison, wildly waving fishing rods of all lengths, spittle flying everywhere.

“Master! Bless my fishing line!”

“F*ck those soft pop songs! This is a miracle! This is real manhood!”

Applause surged like a tsunami through the hall, shaking dust from the ceiling. Tea in the front-row officials’ cups trembled violently.

And in the shadowed stage, Yu Xian’s left palm bled continuously, dripping—“tap, tap”—onto the wooden floor.

“Hiss—”

He sucked in a cold breath, his eye twitching in pain as he muttered:

“Damn it… I came to catch fish, not only do I have to be a blacksmith, now I’m also a tailor.”

“This damn line nearly cut my hand down to the bone.”

He looked up casually toward center stage.

Su Xi stood under the spotlight, chest rising and falling rapidly. The wildness Yu Xian had forced out of her now burned in her eyes like a newly forged blade.

“Uncle…”

She turned and saw his bleeding hand. The wildness instantly collapsed.

Her voice cracked.

“Your hand! You’re bleeding!”

“Stand still!” Yu Xian slammed the steel rod onto the ground with a heavy thud and barked.

Su Xi froze mid-step, tears trembling in her eyes.

“Why are you lowering your head? Crying already?”

Yu Xian pointed at the pale-faced opponents in the audience with a blood-streaked hand, his gaze sharp as a blade.

“The show isn’t over yet. You want those two performers from earlier to laugh at you?”

“Straighten your back! Lift your chin!”

He stepped forward, standing between shadow and light, his voice overriding the entire hall’s chaos.

“You are the one standing on that stage. This is your territory.”

“Even if the sky falls today—you are not allowed to lower your head.”

Su Xi trembled all over.

She sniffed hard, forcing the tears back.

Then she nodded forcefully, turned around, straightened her spine, and bowed deeply—proudly—to the roaring audience.

At this moment, the judging panel atmosphere had frozen into ice.

Clang.

Lin Yaodong’s rosewood cane—symbol of his status as a music industry elder—slipped from his hand and hit the floor.

His face turned ashen. His lips trembled uncontrollably.

His hand reached out to pick it up—but froze mid-air.

He couldn’t bend down under the mocking gazes of thousands.

“This isn’t music! This violates all rules!”

Zhang Jieke suddenly stood up, face dark, voice cracking as he tried a final desperate counterattack.

“This is noise! No proper chord progression at all! Tens of millions are watching the livestream!”

“You’re using power to suppress legitimate musicians!”

“Broken drums, broken horns—this is just gimmickry hiding musical incompetence!”

“I refuse to accept this! This is blasphemy against art!”

“If they win today, I, Zhang Jieke, will withdraw from all Jiangcheng events and encourage my fans to boycott this unfair system!”

The crowd stirred.

After all, he had a massive online following. A viral backlash could affect the entire city’s reputation.

“You refuse to accept it? Planning to stir up online mobs?”

A calm but crushingly authoritative voice cut through.

The head of the Provincial Education Department turned sharply, strode forward, grabbed the microphone from the table, and locked eyes on Zhang Jieke.

“If breaking copper and iron can awaken the backbone of Huaxia—then so what if it’s loud?!”

His voice echoed through the hall via high-powered speakers, instantly suppressing all noise.

“This song has courage! It has spine! This is what young people should be hearing! This is true campus spirit!”

“As for your fans?”

The old leader sneered coldly.

“Try it. See whether internet fan traffic is stronger—or whether the education system’s bottom line is harder.”

Zhang Jieke staggered backward, collapsing into his seat.

Lin Yaodong clenched his eyes shut in agony.

He knew it was over.

Everything he had built—status, pride, influence—collapsed completely in this moment.

Meanwhile, in the backstage corridor—

A crisp sound suddenly rang out.

“CRACK!”