At that moment, the already tense and oppressive atmosphere on the stage seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, becoming even more solemn and stagnant.
The audience members keenly sensed this change, and their emotions exploded like a powder keg. The entire venue descended into chaos and commotion, with people whispering and discussing amongst themselves, and the situation gradually spiraled out of control.
Amidst the chaos, a rather short man wearing thick glasses stood out.
His face was flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and he was clutching the precious ticket tightly with both hands, shouting something loudly incessantly.
The sound stood out starkly in the noisy environment, as if it were trying to break through the clamor and reach the depths of everyone's heart.
How can you treat us like this?!
"rnm refund!"
Just as the man was shouting with deep emotion, the infectious power of his voice caused more and more people around him to follow suit and shout in unison.
This wave quickly spread, and even the distinguished guests sitting in the VIP seats couldn't hold back any longer. One by one, they stood up and turned to leave without hesitation.
In the blink of an eye, the first half of the concert became empty, leaving only a desolate and lonely atmosphere.
Witnessing this sudden turn of events, the staff on site panicked and rushed onto the stage, anxiously running towards Liu Leyao.
Anxiety and confusion were written on everyone's faces as they eagerly sought to understand what had happened and what measures should be taken to resolve the crisis.
Logically speaking, such emergencies should be handled by experienced managers, but as everyone knows, LilyS is a solo band that develops entirely on its own, and there is no such thing as a manager.
At this moment, Liu Leyao, standing under the spotlight, was as pale as a sheet of paper, her body trembling slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
Her frail body appeared even thinner and more helpless under the bright lights, evoking pity in people.
Not to mention the soft inquiries from the staff beside her, even the deafening shouts of "refund!" from the audience seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to reach her ears.
At that moment, her mind was filled with a feeling of despair.
It's over! Xue'er is probably really leaving this time!
Just before the performance was about to begin, she still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that Xue'er might just be genuinely angry, but there should still be a chance to make amends. As long as she could sincerely admit her mistake and deeply reflect on it, perhaps everything could still be salvaged.
This thought had also crossed her mind when Mu Liuyun left. At that time, she naively believed that as long as she said a simple sentence, Mu Liuyun, who loved her deeply, would return to her side without hesitation.
However, the harsh reality proved that both Lin Xuelan and Mu Liuyun were completely wrong in their judgments.
What's worse, Lin Xuelan knew all about the outrageous things she had done in China.
Thinking about this, she felt nothing but regret, deep regret.
Seeing that Liu Leyao was stunned and didn't move for a long time, the staff had no choice but to turn around and look for Wang Shirong.
Wang Shirong glanced at the distraught Liu Leyao one last time, shook his head gently, and then lowered his voice to instruct the staff: "Turn on the lights. If any audience members request a refund, give them one. I will bear all the losses."
The staff member shook his head helplessly, sighed deeply, and expressed his understanding and regret about the current situation.
However, just as he turned to leave, Wang Shirong clearly heard a low complaint escape his lips: "Damn it, I was hoping to get a hefty bonus from today's box office, but now it's all gone!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Shirong gave a bitter smile, but could only shake his head with a wry smile, as there was no other way.
As the lights came back on, Wang Shirong slowly stood up.
His gaze slowly swept over the dense crowd of spectators below the stage, surging like a tide, and he couldn't help but ponder to himself.
After a brief pause, he silently murmured to himself, "Radishes, potatoes, cabbage..."
Immediately afterwards, as if he had finally made up his mind, Wang Shirong took a deep breath and then spoke to the many fans in front of him:
"Dear Lilys fans, we are so sorry! This concert, which was originally scheduled to take place two months ago, has been delayed until now, and we never expected that such an unexpected accident would happen today."
At this point, Wang Shirong paused slightly, a look of apology on his face, and continued, "As you all know, Lilys is, after all, an independent singer, and she has to juggle various other matters, so her energy is truly limited. On behalf of Lilys, I sincerely apologize for this unexpected situation. As for those who have already purchased tickets, please rest assured, we will arrange refunds as soon as possible to ensure that the rights of every fan are protected. Thank you again for your support and understanding!"
"At the same time, I also want to tell everyone something: after this concert, I, Wang Shirong, will also be leaving Lilys."
When Wang Shirong spoke, the audience fell silent instantly, staring in disbelief at the socially awkward young man on stage.
"Brother Rong, what's going on?"
"Did you become a scumbag, Rong-ge?!"
"Brother Rong is gone too, so my youth is really coming to an end."
Hearing these comments, Wang Shirong couldn't help but chuckle wryly: "Stop speculating, I'm about to become a mage..."
"Xue'er and I left not because of the reasons that everyone is speculating about, but simply because our ideas started to diverge, so we had to go our separate ways to pursue our own futures."
Some longtime fans only then noticed that Wang Shirong, the once young and handsome heartthrob, had unknowingly transformed into a mature man with stubble.
While the other audience members were expressing their feelings, Mu Liuyun, who was some distance away from the stage, looked at Wang Shirong and felt a pang of sadness.
Although Liu Leyao is a bit of a jinx, her talent and the overall feeling that Lilys brings to people are undeniable.
What a pity, what a pity...
"Hey, isn't this my brother Mu?"
As Mu Liuyun was reflecting on her feelings, she heard a familiar voice behind her.
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