"You choose your clothes first, I'll go see how the preparations are going." Huo Tingting said.

"OK."

Chen Muyang nodded, asked the makeup artist to trim his eyebrows first, and then went to look for clothes.

Time passed by minute by minute and it was half past seven.

Outside, a large number of people were already rushing towards the Lotus Stadium.

All ticket checking channels have started working and the live broadcast room has also been opened.

"Hey, I just got in from Chang'an. I'm about to check in. I have to say, Brother Yang was right. I love Yuzhou's hot pot. I also love Chengdu's taverns and spicy rabbit heads. I also really like Chang'an's biang biang noodles and mutton soup buns. Let's see what delicious food there is in Hangzhou."

"Damn, what bad luck! I didn't get a single ticket for so many shows."

"I'm a student and I don't have any money, so I just watch the live broadcast in the dormitory."

"Haha, I'm a local. I just watched the Asian Games a few days ago. Today I came to listen to what song Brother Yang will write for Hangzhou?"

Although the concert had not yet started, netizens in the live broadcast room were chatting enthusiastically while looking at the empty stage.

Backstage.

Chen Muyang changed into a white slim-fit suit, looking very charming.

He searched on his phone and waited for the concert to begin.

"All the preparations have been completed and the audience is now entering. Do you have any questions? There are 80,000 people here today." Huo Tingting asked after returning to the backstage.

"I'm fine." Chen Muyang said after putting away his phone.

Frontcourt.

Brilliant lights converged, and a ten-second countdown was displayed on screens in all directions.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

The audience on two floors, 80,000 people, shouted in unison, the sound was deafening!

Chen Muyang stepped onto the stage to the prelude of "Left Hand Pointing to the Moon"...