A Fifty-Year-Old Woman Guards the Nation’s Gate: The Great Grammy Showdown

I was reborn one second before the live singing competition began.

In my previous life, because the competition was broadcast live, singers from the domestic entertainment industry all politely declined the show's invitations.

That left an old woman like me holding the front line alone. I slid from third place straight to the bottom, and they eventually assigned me four or five interpreters, making me the show's only “foreigner.”

My mentor said, “You were born with a wonderful voice, but with a dog's brain.”

Reborn, I, Yehenala, refuse to lose!

This time, I'll use my brain and call in reinforcements!