Chapter 4 Concert

"Ah, thank you. This album is really white, oh no, I mean this album is really good..."

Zhou Zhou wanted to slap herself; what was she even saying?

Ling Wei's eyes were filled with laughter, and Zhou Zhou's face grew redder and redder under her gaze.

Her mind was spinning, and she had only one thought: how come she had never seen this pink-clad girl before!

Zhou Zhou is one of the big V's who maintains You Xingye's super topic. Although she is not a veteran big fan, she has a lot of influence among fans because of her excellent photography skills and her die-hard dedication to attending every concert.

Zhou Zhou is rubbing her legs! Such a beautiful girl, and a die-hard fan at that, how come she's never seen her at any of the events!

Just then, the drumbeats fell like a sudden downpour, the lights in the entire venue went out instantly, and then came back on three seconds later.

Dry ice mist spread across the stage, and a clear, crisp voice, electrifying the entire venue, asked: "Are you ready?"

The cheers of the fans resounded throughout the venue.

The lifting platform broke through the dry ice mist, and the spotlight suddenly locked onto that slender figure.

Yu Xingye held the microphone stand with one hand and tilted his head slightly. Three buttons of his black shirt were undone, and the lines of his collarbone were faintly visible under the silver chain as he breathed.

He raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye shone brightly in the spotlight, causing the cheers from the audience to rise three octaves.

"Shh—" A hand with distinct knuckles suddenly pressed down on the microphone, and the mirrored device at the top of the stage suddenly refracted thousands of starlight.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, then the next second, screams erupted as if they would lift the roof off the stadium.

"Brother, brother, ahhhhhh!"

"Honey! Honey, look here!"

Zhou Zhou screamed along with the others while steadily holding the camera she had secretly brought in, the clicking sounds never ceasing.

The inner field where Ling Yang and his group were located was a gathering place for crazy fans, and the high-decibel screams were even more deafening to his eardrums than the sound of gunfire.

There was a rough voice behind me calling for my husband.

Turning around, I saw a burly man in a pink T-shirt covering his face and screaming.

Ling Yang: ...

He seemed out of place sitting in the front row.

Ling Wei maintained her persona, her eyes fixed on the stage, waving her glow stick to the rhythm, looking every bit like a little fangirl.

During fan interaction sessions, Yu Xingye usually selects fans from the inner circle. He typically chooses a song, sings the first half, and then the fans sing along. Afterward, they receive a small autographed gift from him.

The camera began to pan across the crowd, where fans held up their special support items high. Fans who knew Yu Xingye specifically picked out the funny ones, like Zhou Zhou next to him who was holding up a Yu Xingye emoji.

The director's camera panned to Ling Wei, intentionally giving her screen time and slowing down the pace.

Amidst a crowd of excited fans, the girl held the album reverently in front of her with both hands. Under her low-brimmed baseball cap, only the tip of her delicate nose was visible. She didn't wave wildly at the camera; she simply sat there quietly.

Yu Xingye had a sudden thought and called a halt to the broadcast.

"Director, please focus the camera on the girl wearing the white hat."

Seeing the camera focus on Ling Wei, who didn't seem to have realized what was happening, Zhou Zhou excitedly patted her: "Sister! You got picked!"

Ling Wei then looked up blankly.

A collective gasp filled the arena.

Zhou Zhou suddenly felt a sense of superiority, haha, I just noticed this pretty girl.

Yu Xingye's vision was suddenly met by a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes. The girl seemed to realize that she was being captured by the camera, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then her eyes lit up, and a bright smile bloomed on her lips.

Yu Xingye's breath hitched slightly, and then he unconsciously frowned.

Is he an internet celebrity? Internet celebrities often come to his concerts to gain popularity.

But when he saw the album in her hand, Yu Xingye's eyes softened, and his voice unconsciously became softer: "If I'm not mistaken, this album is my birthday special edition, right?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

Wow, looks like a long-time fan of mine!

Seeing the girl clutching the microphone and remaining silent, You Xingye thoughtfully offered a lighthearted suggestion: "Then describe your current mood in four words."

The girl smiled, didn't say anything, but started gesturing.

Yu Xingye was taken aback, and the fans below were also a little agitated.

This girl... is using sign language.

Zhou Zhou covered her mouth, sobbing, "Can't this girl talk...?"

Realizing that simply gesturing wouldn't work, Ling Wei looked to her brother for help. Ling Yang stood up and took the microphone, and the camera also focused on him as he translated: "She said she didn't expect you to choose her, and she's really happy."

The girl stood to one side, nodding as the chicks pecked at rice, and then gestured.

"Although I can't sing, I can dance, and I can dance to every one of your songs."

After she finished gesturing, she stood obediently to one side, looking at Yu Xingye with bright eyes.

His heart softened at the sight.

"Then let's play 'Drunken Beauty'." The song title suits her perfectly.

During the interactive segment, only the climax of the song was sung, lasting only a few dozen seconds. Ling Wei's movements were not large or sweeping, but they were graceful and flowing.

The hem of her coat fluttered gently with the twirl of her waist, and the zipper reflected shimmering light in the shifting shadows.

With a smooth turn, the loose coat even had a touch of the freehand style of ancient Chinese flowing sleeves.

As the music ended, the fans cheered enthusiastically.

Ling Wei covered her face shyly, leaving her reddened ear tips exposed.

You Xingye realized that this person was a long-time fan of his, so he didn't want the interaction to end so quickly. Seeing Ling Yang holding a microphone, he smiled and started a new topic.

"Who is this person to you?"

Before Ling Wei could respond, Ling Yang lazily took over the conversation: "I'm her brother."

"Oh—" Yu Xingye raised an eyebrow slightly, the last syllable of his voice being drawn out by an invisible thread, lazy yet with a hint of playfulness.

The fans in the audience immediately understood, and their laughter was mixed with jeers.

He tilted his head slightly, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes, and deliberately drew out his words: "Brother—"

Ling Wei moved so fast that her hand blurred into a blur. Helpless, Ling Yang picked up Ling Wei's hat and put it on his own head backwards. He then moved closer to her and pressed his face against hers, saying, "Dear brother."

The two pairs of similar peach blossom eyes are so convincing that Zhou Zhou covered his mouth in disbelief. These two must have had their faces sculpted by Nuwa herself.

Ling Wei seemed to have thought of something and made another gesture. The artificial brother quickly translated, "You just said to describe your current feelings in four words, and now I've thought of one."

"Um?"

Ling Wei continued gesturing, but the human translator suddenly stopped responding, its eyes revealing disapproval.

Ling Wei urged him with her eyes, and You Xingye, including his fans, became curious about what she had said.

Ling Yang kept his mouth tightly shut, refusing to speak.

Ling Wei put her hands on her hips and stomped her feet, looking completely sullen.

"Tsk." Finally, under his sister's angry warning, Ling Yang reluctantly translated, almost squeezing out the sound through his teeth.

She said,

He's so handsome, I want to kiss him.