The noisy stadium gradually quieted down, and the audience's attention was focused on the name "Gu Luo".
Some audience members whispered among themselves: "Who is Gu Luo? He's so amazing, he wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and arranged everything?"
"I've never heard of this producer before. Is he a newcomer?"
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But the students at Mingde and Guangya schools, as well as Gu Luo's fans, reacted very differently.
Yang Huihui excitedly grabbed Lin Han's arm: "Gu Shen! It's Gu Luo! He's so amazing!"
Situ Wenyao was trembling violently, his eyes wide open, his body twitching as he stared intently at the name on the screen, as if trying to etch those two words into his eyes.
Gu Luo felt a little uncomfortable under the numerous gazes directed at him, and smiled slightly.
Luo Shuhe turned her head to the side, proudly raising her chin—this guy who could never hide his talent could even cause a sensation at a diva's concert by writing a song.
Tang Xiaoxiao tilted her head back and exclaimed in her childish voice, "Brother Luo Luo is so amazing!"
On stage, Tang Qi and Luo Shuning exchanged a glance and simultaneously grabbed their microphones.
The gentle piano prelude broke the silence in the venue, and everyone held their breath, anticipating the performance of the song composed by "Gu Shen" and the "mother and daughter" duo.
When the words "She is a mother and a daughter" lit up on the big screen, Luo Liang's hand holding the lemonade suddenly paused.
As if drawn by invisible threads, their gazes were fixed on Tang Qi and Luo Shuning, who were smiling at each other on the stage.
A wave of indescribable bitterness welled up in my heart.
Gu Feng took in her reaction, immediately put down his light stick, and gently covered her cold hand with his.
His palms had some calluses, but they were unusually hot.
"Don't overthink it,"
Gu Feng leaned close to Luo Liang's ear, his voice low and reassuringly calm: "Everything will be alright. The conflicts and misunderstandings at home will be resolved sooner or later. I'm here for you."
Luo Liang's shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly. She didn't say anything, but quietly pulled her hand closer to his palm.
The warm stage lights shone on her face—in this noisy stadium, Gu Feng's voice was the only anchor that could put her at ease.
Not far away, in another VIP section, Mr. and Mrs. Tang's eyes never left the front row.
To be precise, it was Tang Xiaoxiao, who was firmly locked in Gu Luo's arms.
The little girl was leaning obediently on Gu Luo's shoulder, her little hands clutching the hem of Gu Luo's clothes, looking very affectionate. Looking at her soft profile, Tang's mother couldn't help but sigh softly: "If only this child were a few years older."
Tang's father immediately understood what his wife meant—Gu Luo was the perfect son-in-law.
He was filled with gratitude for Gu Luo, but he really didn't want to think about these things too early, after all, Xiao Xiao was still so young.
He cleared his throat, deliberately changing the subject: "Let's not talk about that. Tell me, can this song match the quality of 'Medal'?"
"Of course!" Tang's mother said without hesitation, her tone full of trust in Gu Luo: "Xiao Luo is so talented, the songs he writes will definitely be even better. Look how much Xiao Xiao relies on him, this child has a way of making people feel at ease."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at Tang Xiaoxiao, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
Meanwhile, Feng Youqing's face had already sunk to the bottom.
Situ Wenyao, sitting next to him, was slumped on the sofa, his body shaking like a leaf, his shoulders twitching, his eyes wide open, the whites of his eyes almost rolling back.
Feng Youqing, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and grabbed his ear, twisting it hard. She lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, saying, "It's about to start! Can you tone it down? If you have another episode, I'll drag you out!"
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