Few people stayed awake because no one believed it. No one believed that a brain cancer patient, once diagnosed by doctors with only a single year left to live, could continue surviving for more than ten years. No one believed that someone living in the ravines and forgotten corners of society could raise the child of a superstar.
This era was vast, noisy, and impatient. People had become accustomed to explaining miracles with a single word: Luck.
But they never understood, luck alone could never create legends.
Now, on the program, a new scene appeared. Little Shuying was five years and five months old, and kindergarten had ended. The moment of farewell arrived.
Three kindergarten teachers hugged her tightly, reluctant to let go. The three young teachers, gentle and smiling, rubbed Little Shuying's head affectionately. In all their years of teaching, they had never encountered a child quite like her.
She loved learning. She actively searched for problems. She actively solved them. She was considerate, polite, and always neat and tidy.
When other children fought and cried, she would quietly help them back onto their feet.
When teachers felt overwhelmed or emotional, she would comfort them with a maturity far beyond her years.
The teachers adored her. Not simply because she was gifted but because she reminded them why they had chosen education in the first place. Their work was not merely surviving another day, not waiting for time to pass; it was guiding lives. Watching children grow. Witnessing small sparks become brilliance. And Little Shuying made them feel that value more deeply than ever before.
"You have to study hard when you go to Primary School. Hahaha, we know Little Shuying will do great."
"It's hard to imagine what your future children will be like someday."
"Seriously... this child is different. She makes everything feel worthwhile."
"What kind of family could raise such an incredible child?"
Several young teachers praised her together, unable to hide their admiration.
And at this moment, many female viewers watching the replay online could barely contain their excitement.
"This is the perfect girl!"
"Look! Girls really mature earlier than boys!"
"She completely carved the phrase 'shine as early as possible' into her soul. Wherever she goes, she becomes everyone's favorite!"
"No matter which country she's born in, someone like Little Shuying is destined to rise."
Comments flooded endlessly across the screen. Because those viewers felt exactly the same way the kindergarten teachers once had. Shock. Wonder. Disbelief. There truly existed a child like this.
And now, it was time to transfer schools. In the replay, parents gradually arrived at the kindergarten to pick up their children. It was an ordinary kindergarten, nothing special. In this era, children from the slum district rarely had opportunities like this. Yet this school still carried over two hundred children every year.
Then, Yu Ye arrived. A battered electric scooter slowly rolled to the entrance. He wore a faded delivery uniform.
The moment two teachers saw him for the first time, shock flashed across their faces. Little Shuying's father was thinner than they had imagined. Too thin. Years of delivery work under harsh sunlight had darkened his skin. Yet somehow, his sharp nose bridge and striking features erased all signs of hardship.
"Thank you for teaching Little Shuying." Ye parked quietly and walked forward. His posture remained straight and his voice calm.
If not for his worn clothes, he looked less like a delivery worker and more like an elegant scholar strolling through campus. Gentle and refined, like a spring breeze.
"You're welcome... It's what we should do." One long-haired kindergarten teacher lowered her head slightly, and her cheeks quietly reddened.
"Little Shuying." Ye smiled. "Time to go."
Little Shuying climbed onto the scooter and put on her helmet. Ye adjusted it carefully, then father and daughter departed.
A worn white electric scooter creaked slowly down the road. One adult and one child, both wearing helmets. Surrounded by sleek modern cars, they moved quietly through the city. Nothing looked unusual, yet somehow, everything about them stood apart.
"Could Little Shuying's father really be an ordinary person?" The long-haired teacher stared blankly.
She had met wealthy parents. Successful parents. Powerful parents. But she had never met someone like him. Someone who carried quiet dignity so naturally. As though whether dressed in luxury suits or faded uniforms, he would still remain exactly himself. Some people were simply born that way.
"At the very least..." Another teacher watched the departing scooter quietly. "He's definitely not ordinary."
The electric scooter continued forward, and Shuying remained silent. Ever since turning five, she had stopped calling him "Dad." Even now, she said nothing. Until eventually, the scooter left the city outskirts. It was Little Shuying's first time coming here. Ye parked the scooter, then Father and daughter walked toward the shore.
And at that exact moment, inside the studio, commentator Nana spoke first. "This place..."
Her voice carried excitement. "This is where five-year-old Little Shuying created Under the Sea. We don't know exactly how Ye sang it before, but this is where Little Shuying first created it."
"That's right." The male commentator Tao nodded. "Maybe Little Shuying had already written parts of it before Yu Ye discovered it. Maybe that's why he sang it that night. But now... We finally get to see."
At that moment, the screen shifted, and a past resurfaced. Five-year-old Little Shuying was interviewed by reporters after performing at a school event. She stood there with small braided pigtails. Confident and bright. As though even the dark stage behind her had been illuminated by her presence.
"Little Shuying," the reporter asked gently. "How did you create Under the Sea?"
Little Shuying smiled. Clear. Confident. Radiant. "I went to a Lake once. I saw many people. I heard many voices. And then... I wrote the song."
That interview, that single moment, completely established the legend of a genius among prodigies.