The first song has been decided!

Under public attention.

The countdown to the recording of King of Masked Singers begun.

There were three more days.

There were just three days remaining.

...

At home.

On this morning.

Zhang Ye was feeling unwell after getting up from bed. He felt a little dizzy, but was more bothered by a tickle in his throat. However, he did not think much of it. It might have been due to the added pressure in recent days or the long duration that he'd spent practicing that led to him catching a slight cold. He believed that he would recover after taking some medicine.

His mother, who had made prepared breakfast, suddenly said, "Son."

Zhang Ye said, "Ah?"

His mother smiled and said, "I discussed things with your dad yesterday. We're planning to sightsee and vacation in Hainan for a while. The two of us haven't really traveled much all these years."

His father, who wasn't too keen on going, asked, "Are we really going?"