"The quiz just now was to lighten things up. Now, please continue to enjoy our wonderful program. Please give a round of applause to our beautiful dancers for their modern dance performance, 'The Little Girl Under the Streetlight'."

After the announcement, Liang Liang went backstage and picked up a foam insulated box.

"If I get back late, can someone announce the next program for me?"

After saying that, Liang Liang walked out from backstage and came to the front.

"Ice cream, ice cream! Mineral water! Ice cream is two cents a piece, three for five cents, mineral water is three cents a bottle, anyone want some? You want an ice cream? Sure!"

Although the weather in May wasn't at its hottest yet, the temperature inside the greenhouse was still quite high due to the large number of people. Eating an ice cream at this time was simply a top-notch enjoyment.

Selling ice cream and snacks at the performance venue is also a source of income for the dance troupe.

This income belongs to everyone. If we can earn twenty yuan selling these things in one night, each member of the dance troupe can get one yuan.

Therefore, during breaks in the performances, anyone with time would go onto the stage to sell their wares.

Liang Liang started by asking questions from the front row, and just as the dance performance on stage ended, she walked right up to Yan Tao.

Liang Liang grabbed a few ice creams and stuffed them into Yan Tao's hand, then secretly pointed towards Zhao Xiaoyun.

Seeing that Yan Tao didn't seem to understand, he whispered in Yan Tao's ear: "Give your wife the ice cream when it's dark. Don't worry about her being shameless, she'll definitely want it. Then secretly give her some peanuts and melon seeds, and you can take the opportunity to touch her hand. As long as she doesn't refuse, things will be easy."

I don't know if this piece of wood can be made.

When are you going to perform on stage? We're all waiting to hear you sing!

As Liang Liang passed in front of Zhao Xiaoyun, Zhao Xiaoyun stopped him and asked a question.

"It will be my turn to go on stage in another hour and a half."

"How many songs can you sing?" a girl next to Zhao Xiaoyun asked.

"No fewer than three."

"Could you tell me what kind of songs you sing?"

"That won't do. You'll see when the time comes. If the applause is enthusiastic, I might sing four songs."

"We promise to applaud you."

"There's another song for your girlfriend, remember to clap enthusiastically!" This was said to Zhao Xiaoyun.

There were songs sung for him? Zhao Xiaoyun was a little confused.

Liang Liang was eloquent and sold everything in the boxes as he walked from one end of the row to the other. He then returned to the backstage area and handed the boxes and the money to Mu Shuihua.

When the lights refocused on the stage, Yan Tao secretly slipped an ice cream into Zhao Xiaoyun's hand.

Zhao Xiaoyun felt a chill in her hand, and there was an ice cream in her hand.

She didn't even need to look to know who sent it.

She reached out to return the ice cream, but before she could return it, her hand was grasped by a warm, large hand.

Yan Tao is a bold guy. When Liang Liang asked him to touch Zhao Xiaoyun's hand, he simply grabbed Zhao Xiaoyun's hand.

The ice cream in her palm was icy cold, while the large hand outside was burning hot. This contrasting sensation made Zhao Xiaoyun feel flustered and confused.

Although she and Yan Tao were engaged, they had not yet had any physical intimacy; this was their first intimate encounter.

Then, sunflower seeds, peanuts, and ham sausages appeared in her hands one after another.

A round of applause rang out, and one program after another went by. At 9:30, Liang Liang, wearing a vest and carrying a guitar, rode onto the stage on a 20-inch bicycle.

This unusual entrance left the audience somewhat bewildered.

How did this guy get up here on a bicycle?

Once on stage, Liang Liang got out of the car and promptly threw away the small bicycle.

Before he could even say a word as he stepped onto the stage, the girls from the cold storage unit, led by Zhao Xiaoyun, were the first to applaud.

Zhao Xiaoyun said that if the applause is enthusiastic, Liang Liang will sing four songs.

"Brothers and sisters, young and old, from Shannantou! How are you?" After the applause stopped, Liang Liang shouted passionately.

That shout soared into the sky, instantly igniting the passion within the greenhouse.

"Bravo!" A huge cheer erupted from the audience, and some delinquents even whistled.

"It's finally my turn to perform. I'm so excited to be able to perform for the folks in Shannantou. I'm so excited that I've forgotten what I'm supposed to sing."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

"Why did you come up here if you forgot what you were singing? Get off the stage now."

The girl sitting next to Zhao Xiaoyun laughed and teased her.

"Get off! Didn't you see I threw away my bicycle after I came on stage? I can't get off. I had no intention of coming down from here."

The audience suddenly realized why this guy had ridden a beat-up bicycle onto the stage.

That girl unintentionally helped Liang Liang make a connection.

"But what are you doing on stage if you've forgotten what you're supposed to sing?" The girl, probably stirred up by Liang Liang's words, couldn't help but add another sentence.

"Although I forgot what to sing, there are still a lot of things to do. There are so many beautiful women in the audience, can't I just look at them?"

"You go on stage and instead of singing, you're looking at pretty girls. Turns out you're a bad guy." Another girl from the cold storage room chimed in.

"Wrong! I'm not a bad guy, I'm a good guy."

The audience burst into laughter.

"No, I misspoke. I'm a good person, really a good person. I'll get angry if anyone calls me a bad guy again."

"Bad guy! Bad guy!" The girls in the cold storage even shouted "bad guy" in unison, laughing and giggling.

"I'm really angry, and I'm going to fight back. I'm going to use a song called 'I'm Not a Bad Kid' to fight back against you."

Liang Liang suddenly plucked the strings, Lan Zhi struck the drum, Ming Hongling's electronic keyboard also started playing, and a guzheng pretending to be bass was interspersed in between.

Liang Liang is going to sing the heavy metal version of Diudiu's song from the previous life.

Unfortunately, their band, which was just a makeshift operation, had neither good instruments nor good skills. Although they rehearsed for a long time in the afternoon, they could only manage to impress the locals in the countryside.

However, it can be managed.

"Oh my god! The wheat is sizzling, oh, the noise is making a mess... if it's too slow, I'll have to collect the junk..."

During the intense intro, Liang Liang strummed the guitar while shouting nonsensical nonsense into the microphone that no one could understand.

"Oh~ Oh, oh~~ Oh!" After saying the nonsense, Liang Liang moved the "oh oh" from the chorus to the beginning of the verse.

The intro alone stunned everyone in the audience; it was the first time they had ever heard this kind of singing.

"I'm not the kind of bad kid you're talking about, nor am I the hypocritical bad kid you're describing..."

The original version of this song was sung by a female voice, and the pitch was quite high.

Liang Liang did not lower the key; she performed the song from beginning to end using her true voice.

His voice was deep and melancholic, giving his singing a unique flavor and creating a powerful and moving effect.

The audience was completely captivated.

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm not a bad kid! I'm not a bad kid..."

After repeating "I'm not a bad kid" four times in a row, the singing and accompaniment abruptly stopped.

After a few seconds of silence, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

The girls clapped enthusiastically until their hands turned red.

The applause lasted for half a minute.

"Will it burn or not?" Liang Liang asked loudly.

"Awesome!"

The audience didn't know what "burning" meant, but they still joined in the cheering.

"Does anyone still call me a bad guy?"

"Bad guy! Bad guy!" It's a terrible thing when women gather together; once they've decided on the egg, they won't change their tune.

"Ladies! You've really decided on this, haven't you? As a group of girls, I don't think it's a good thing that you've decided on this one." Liang Liang said seriously.

The girls in the cold storage room laughed so hard they covered their mouths and bent over.