M. F Chapter 473: The third song appeared.

The crowds of people around the stadium were all made up of young men and women and gathered more and more and vendors who were driving vans on the side of the road. 

When the back door swung open, revealing a stack of light sticks and plastic palms, and some people bringing color palettes and small benches to help people paint their faces on the spot, just to paint a simple artistic "gong" costing 20 Yuan, 20 Yuan just to draw just a few strokes, but there was still a long queue at the scene, which made people feel the fans' money was really good.

As the flow of people increased, the scene slowly had evolved into two groups of people. The number of the first wave was huge, and all LED brands supporting Xu Ninggong were raised. 

The other wave was less crowded, but this wave was obviously more calm. They were supporters of dance master Lang Han which was present in the World Dance Competition the year before last and until now, he had not held a solo dance special. In the eyes of his fans, Lang Han was a very hard-working artist who was not tempted by fame and wealth, and today, these fans could come to see his solo performance at the Xu Ninggong concert. Don't mention how excited these fans are.

The fans on Xu Ninggong's side were a little uncomfortable. Before the concert started, they had spontaneously formed a cheering square outside the venue, where several people held loudspeakers there to conduct surprise training for these fans and train them to shout slogans later.

The outside was lively, the inside was more lively.

With the stage as the center, thousands of robots were setting up the concert scene. In front of the concert stage, reporters from all walks of life had already set up long guns and short cannons. Two rocker cameras spanning half a seat were also set up. As soon as the concert opens, the live broadcast will be carried out, because, in recent years, more and more concerts had chosen to live online simultaneously.

This time, Xu Ninggong’s concert was no exception. Director Ding Yin’s camera team was responsible for shooting the live images, transmitting the signal to Tencent Video, and they were responsible for the exclusive broadcast.

The best place for the concert was the VIP area, which was located in the audience stage directly in front of the stage. The original plastic seats had been removed and replaced with soft and comfortable leather seats. There was also a long table in front of the seats, where the guests could enjoy tea and snacks at any time.

The ticket price for these areas was, of course, the highest, costing two thousand and eighty Yuan the area. Ye Qing sat between Bai Douer and the Master Metal Expert, and glanced over from his position, just keeping a vertical horizontal line with the stage.

At 8:30 in the evening, the audience began to enter the venue one after another.

The VIP areas were quickly filled with spectators. On the ground below, thousands of robots left, and the spotlights around the stage had cast colorful beams of light toward the sky and the severe cold in the Four Commons could no longer conceal the excitement of the audience. Before the concert had begun, they stood up spontaneously one by one, shouting the names of their idols.

"Xu Ninggong!"

"Xu Ninggong!"

"Lang Han!"

In the live broadcast room of Tencent Video's "Xu Ningong Sound and Rhyme Tour", the video signal had now been transferred. For Xu Ninggong's national tour, only the first station opened an exclusive live broadcast on the Internet and no other channel was open.

Now in the live broadcast room, the opening prologue of this concert was playing. Without warning, the screen began to emit a machine gun-like "Duh, duh, duh…" stamping sound, then a huge question mark, and a mysterious figure with only a black shadow head had filled the entire screen.

Who is the mysterious guest?

"The editor is stupid, even the aunt who sells sweet potatoes downstairs in my house knows the mysterious guest is Lang Han." A row of red letters floated across the screen.”

"That's right, someone posted evidence last month. Not only is there evidence in Weibo, but the reporter also took a video of Lang Han and Xu Ninggong rehearsing the show together. Is it interesting to hype the mysterious guest now?"

"But how did I hear there were domestic tourists in the U.S., and I took pictures of Lang Han and a beautiful woman feeding pigeons in Central Park?"

"Humph~ domestic tourists? I'm afraid it's a domestic editor.

"Now the vast majority of people know the mysterious guest is Lang Han, of course, the organizers have to resort to some rescue methods to confuse us."

"Flying to the U.S., taking a few photos, and flying back. Waiting for it to be released today makes us think that Lang Han is in the U.S. This kind of confusing technique is too crude."

"That's right. Family Lang Han is famous for being clean and self-conscious. How can it be possible to feed pigeons abroad with a woman?"

"When the concert begins, after the mysterious guest comes out on the scene, everyone will slap the editor in the face!"

"Count me in!"

Whether it was the bullet screen in the live broadcast room or the concert scene, the audience gathered together to discuss, they all agreed the mysterious guest was Lang Han, and they all believed that this time the mysterious guest's gimmick failed because everyone knew who it was, but the organizers even pretended to be stupid.

At nine o'clock in the evening the crowd appeal became even more enthusiastic and the whole stadium was full of glow sticks shining with colored lights and little light panels connecting like an endless starry sky, the stadium was full of voices shouting the name of Xu Ninggong. If anyone dared to call Lang Han again at that point, he would probably be punished by real people, even Bai Douer was getting a little horny, she clung tightly to Ye Qing's wrist, staring at the dark scene expectantly.

"Whhhhh~"

When the bell had rung at nine o'clock, the spotlights around the stage suddenly went out, the boys and girls on the scene exploded their nests and got excited with chicken blood samples, and without warning, the sky above the pitch-black stage suddenly lit up, and huge white clouds floated across the stage, where it was written, "Xu Ninggong!".

"It's a dream display!" The audience who had attended the Crab Festival had immediately recognized these dreamlike white clouds, and those who have not seen them before had a stare wide-eyed, staring into the sky in surprise, where the night sky seemed to have opened up on a window during the day where there were white clouds that had drifted through it revealing the blue sky. How could such a strong difference make them not surprised?

In the next moment, a powerful burst of electric guitar sounds that seemed to penetrate the pores and reach the hearts of the audience had swept from all directions, and it was like flowing water, and on the dark stage, a beam of light was on without warning, and a graceful figure was stood under the beam, and the flashes flickered as densely as raindrops, and at this moment, even in the usually calm VIP area, there were voices of praise.

Xu Ninggong was so beautiful, under the lights, and in the thrilling music, she was dressed in a black evening dress without any frills, simply holding the microphone and singing for everyone. After the first song, the reverberation around the beam had made people still indulge in this perfect song.

"This song "White Clouds By My Side" was super standard. The audience had found this song was even better than when it was first released last year. She had made a lot of progress." 

Before meeting Ye Qing, Bai Douer was also fascinated by Xu Ninggong.

"Brother Ye, does the mysterious guest will appear in the first few songs? so I look forward to Xu Ninggong's new song, as well as the mysterious guest robot."

"At the third song, he comes out." Ye Qing straightened up because the next song was over and the exciting moment was coming. The waiting always felt very long, but fortunately, the time for a song was not too long.

When Xu Ninggong's second song was ended, the brilliant stage lights had slowly disappeared, and the dream display in mid-air had started to playtime special effects like time travel, and the atmosphere was obviously different.

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