Chapter 372 Accident
"It got scratched by the stage equipment during rehearsal this afternoon," Qiao Yichen rubbed the back of his neck and glanced at Meng Yushu as if suddenly remembering something. "Do you actors often get this way when you're filming together?"
Meng Yushu was looking at her phone and replied without looking up, "I still have scars on my waist from the last time I was hanging on the wire."
Qin Yan's attention was immediately diverted: "Brother Yushu, are you okay? I have a particularly good scar removal cream at home!"
"How can it be your turn to present your treasure?" Liu Zhi sat leisurely on the sofa, legs crossed. "Have you forgotten that your sister-in-law is Master Zhao's apprentice?"
"Oh! That's right!" Qin Yan seemed to have suddenly remembered her sister-in-law's identity, and looked at Meng Anran with a smile: "Sister-in-law is really amazing, she is good at everything! It seems that Brother Yushu will never lack plasters."
Qiao Yichen paused as he unrolled his signature pen. He lowered his eyes and wrote on the album cover, his eyelashes casting a small shadow in the light. "Yanyan, are you studying in Country A? I've seen your Weibo account. Your fashion designs are so beautiful."
"Really? Have you seen my account?" Qin Yan approached Qiao Yichen with sparkling eyes. "I'm so happy! My idol actually praised the clothes I designed! Brother Yichen, can I make you a set of clothes for your next concert?"
Looking at the star-like halo in her eyes, Qiao Yichen was stunned for a moment, his ears reddening uncontrollably. He quickly lowered his head and handed her the signed album: "Is this taking up too much of your time?"
"No, it's my honor to make performance clothes for my idol!" Qin Yan laughed so hard that her body shook. She was looking forward to seeing how dazzling Qiao Yichen would be when he stood on the stage wearing the clothes she designed.
This is an opportunity that many fans would love to have in their entire lives, so how could it be a hassle?
Besides, she is very idle every day and has no other work except submitting design drafts to Edith.
Brother Yushu joined the crew, my brother was busy dating every day, my grandparents returned to Country A, and my parents continued their unfinished world tour.
She doesn't have many friends to contact in Beijing, so how happy she is to stay at home and make clothes for her idol!
"Then thank you in advance. I'm looking forward to it." When Qiao Yichen saw Qin Yan's well-behaved look, he subconsciously wanted to rub her head.
He just moved his hand a little, then realized it was inappropriate, and restrained himself.
The door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and manager Xu Zhijie rushed in with several sets of clothes in his arms: "Chen, the show starts in twenty minutes!"
The crowd began to get busy. Meng Yushu patted his shoulder and said, "We'll go in first and wait for your stunning appearance."
Qiao Yichen curled his lips, and the two good brothers looked at each other. He raised his eyebrows and said confidently: "Let me show you my charm on stage!"
The friends were led into the venue by the assistant and sat in the front row.
Amidst the clamor, Meng Anran leaned over to Ke Nai on her left and asked, "Have you ever seen a concert?"
"I saw it once." Kenai pushed up his glasses and looked at the dancing neon lights on the background screen on the stage. "When Ke Ling was in junior high school, I took her to a concert. Lin Yizhou was her biggest idol, and she always wanted to take a photo with him and get his autograph, but in the end, it never happened."
"No." Meng Anran followed his gaze towards the empty stage, a faint smile on her lips: "You are her most admired idol, the one she always talks about."
Kenai glanced at her sideways, a ripple in his calm eyes. He lowered his eyes, smiled softly, and said lightly, "No wonder Qin Mu feels insecure. Your charm is hard to ignore."
"Hmm?" Meng Anran tilted her head and glanced at him suspiciously, "You wouldn't..."
"We are doctor and patient," Konai smiled at her, as gentle as if he had no temper at all, "and also friends."
Meng Anran raised her eyebrows and withdrew her gaze.
The lights in the venue suddenly went out, and the screams of tens of thousands of people boiled over in an instant, and the glow sticks waved wildly like a sea of stars.
Qin Yan clenched the cheering light board in her hand, her heart pounding.
The next second, a beam of cold white spotlight swooshed onto the center of the stage, and Qiao Yichen's figure slowly rose from the lifting platform.
He was wearing a black riveted jacket, and his earphones shone coldly under the light.
As the music prelude sounded, the audience cheered deafeningly.
But just when Qiao Yichen started to sing the first sentence, his brows suddenly frowned.
Meng Yushu keenly noticed that his right hand subconsciously pressed the earphone on his right ear, and his footsteps paused imperceptibly for half a second.
Is there something wrong with the earphones?
Qiao Yichen on stage quickly adjusted himself and continued singing. However, as the arranger of this song, Meng Anran could still tell that his rhythm was a little off.
"No..." Meng Anran narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the seat: "Someone has tampered with the sound mixing on the main console."
As soon as he finished speaking, the large screens on both sides of the stage suddenly made a "click" sound, and the live scenes that were originally being played suddenly disappeared, replaced by a blurry surveillance video.
In the picture, Qiao Yichen is standing in an office, opposite Zhou Yan, the vice president of Yineng Records.
The two seemed to be arguing. Qiao Yichen suddenly grabbed a stack of documents and threw it at the other person's face. Zhou Yan staggered back with a dark face.
The whole audience was in an uproar!
"What's going on?!"
"Chenchen hit someone?!"
Fans' exclamations continued, and the scene on the screen continued, even with a thoughtful subtitle: [A popular singer privately threatened the company's top executives?]
Qin Yan stood up suddenly, his face pale: "This is not true!"
Meng Yushu clenched his fists, wanting to know who had set up such a big trap for Qiao Yichen, exposing his dark secrets in front of tens of thousands of fans at the concert.
Qiao Yichen on the stage obviously also saw the big screen, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.
The music continued, but his earphones were full of noise and he couldn't hear the accompaniment at all.
Just as the whole audience was in an uproar, Qiao Yichen suddenly pulled off his earphones and threw them to the ground.
The whole audience was silent for a second.
He strode over to the grand piano at the edge of the stage—a spare instrument originally prepared for the guests.
Qiao Yichen sat down on the piano stool, his slender fingers hovering above the keys, and took a deep breath.
"Sorry, everyone," he said into the microphone, his voice strong and unmistakable. "There's a small problem with the equipment. I invite everyone to sing the following song with me."
Two special guests also broke the original plan and showed up at this time, one carrying a guitar and the other holding a violin, to save the situation.
Cheers and screams erupted instantly, and all electronic screens backstage were quickly turned off, leaving only the stage lights on.
Seeing that the scene was under control, Meng Anran retracted his gaze and dialed a number with a calm face: "Solve the on-site equipment problem within half an hour. Also, check Zhou Yan."
She suspected that this accident was not directed at Qiao Yichen.
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