The lights on the stage poured down like a rainstorm, and the silver-white beams drew sharp tracks in the air. The members of Super Junior stood in the center of the light, and every move was so precise that it seemed like they had been rehearsed thousands of times - and in fact it was. Ouyang Guang sat in the front row of the VIP area, close enough to see the beads of sweat sliding down the members' foreheads when they sang, and to hear the dull sound of the soles of their boots hitting the stage when they landed while dancing.
The music made his chest numb, and the drum beats seemed to hit his heart directly. Ouyang Guang unconsciously nodded to the rhythm, and his fingers tapped out the same beat on his knees.
At this time, while the other members were sitting on the dance floor and singing, Kim Heechul appeared wearing a pair of white sunglasses.
Ouyang Guang unconsciously held his breath and looked at the slender figure in the center of the stage.
He turned neatly to the rhythm of the music, his long brown hair drawing a dazzling arc in the air. At the moment of turning around, he lightly took off his sunglasses with his slender fingers and threw them behind him casually.
Before the audience could react, he suddenly placed his index finger on her plump lips and blew her an ambiguous kiss. He did this action elegantly and ostentatiously, and his fingertips paused for a second before leaving her lips.
"Aaaaaa——!"
The whole audience instantly erupted in deafening screams. Ouyang Guang felt his eardrums vibrate, but he couldn't look away.
Chen Zheng shook his arms frantically: "A Guang! Aaaaaaaaa!"
Ouyang Guang did not answer. His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and his fingertips pinched into his palm unconsciously. Every movement of the man on the stage was like a carefully designed work of art, even the arc of his fingertips when he blew a kiss was just right.
Just as the screams from the audience reached their climax, the stage lights suddenly lit up, and Thirteen's spotlights were accurately locked on the members of Super Junior. Standing in the center was Han Geng with short silver-white hair.
His hair color was dazzling under the strong light, like a cold lightning splitting the stage. His black leather jacket was open, revealing the black vest underneath, and his chest was clearly defined as it rose and fell slightly with his breathing. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, but there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if this performance was just a game to him.
——Then he moved.
His dance steps were neat and tidy, and every movement seemed to be precisely calculated, yet with the explosive power of a wild animal. When he turned around on the beat, the hem of his leather jacket lifted up, revealing a flash of muscle lines on his waist. The screams from the audience almost blew the roof off, but Han Geng's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if the whole world was left with only him and the music.
“Boom boom boom boom!”
All the members swung their arms, stepped, and spun in unison, and the uniformity of the group dance made people's scalps numb. Han Geng's leading dance movements had a nearly terrifying control. Every time he raised his hands and turned around, it seemed to carry some kind of irresistible magnetic field, making everyone unable to take their eyes off him.
The moment the music stopped abruptly, everyone immediately took off their coats and threw them to both sides of the stage without hesitation.
“Crash——”
Leather coats and jackets were all thrown on the ground, like a gorgeous sacrifice. Han Geng, standing in the center, was only wearing a black vest soaked in sweat and a small white vest on the outside. The lines of his collarbone and shoulders were clearly visible under the lights. He tilted his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and sweat slid down his jaw and dripped onto the stage.
The fans in the audience burst into deafening screams.
Ouyang Guang's fingertips dug deep into his palm, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost burst out of his chest. He had never seen such a stage before - powerful, sharp, almost violently sexy, but with absolute control.
This is not a performance at all.
This is domination.
Chen Zheng was shaking his shoulders frantically, his voice hoarse, “Ahhhh! Han Geng is so handsome! He is so handsome…!”
Ouyang Guang didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the stage, watching the smile on Han Geng's lips when he turned around for the last time.
——As if to say: "Welcome to the real world."
During the intermission of the concert, when he was changing clothes, Zaixun's phone suddenly lit up. He looked at the caller ID, his face changed, and he hurriedly bent down and left his seat. Ouyang Guang caught a glimpse of him hiding in the corner of the hallway, nodding and bowing to the phone.
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