Chapter 107 Stage
Song Rui actually didn't know much about the online turmoil. She was too busy with work and didn't have enough energy. In addition, she didn't pay much attention to the information in the fan circle. So it was not until she attended the sports meeting in person last week that she faced the malice of fans from other fifth-generation families towards Lu Yao.
Then she tried to ask Shen Sisi, and got the answer that Lu Yao had always been criticized.
Since the trailer for The Fifth Age was released, these negative reviews have been endless and appearing everywhere Lu Yao appears.
Song Rui was puzzled, and Shen Sisi didn't say much, but at the dinner after the sports meeting, Song Rui could see that Shen Sisi was tense and exhausted.
The continuous negative reviews must have put a lot of pressure on Shen Sisi.
"Can't I just ignore it?" She couldn't help but ask this question.
Chen Sisi responded, "How can we just ignore it?! If we don't control the comments, the entire comment section will be taken over by those haters, and anyone who clicks on the comments will think Lu Yao is that kind of person! They won't care whether it's true or not, they'll just leave that impression in their minds, and it'll be impossible to erase it!"
"What about rights protection?" Song Rui thought again of the announcements that Shen Sisi spent a lot of effort writing every day.
Shen Sisi: "Of course we have to write this! This rights protection shows the company our fans' attitude and lets them know that we fans won't let them manipulate Lu Yao at will. Only by making the company feel the pain will they have concerns when making decisions in the future!"
Song Rui didn't know whether this kind of anti-black comment control and rights protection was useful, but after facing everyone's malice towards Lu Yao, she couldn't help it and searched for Lu Yao's name on Weibo.
In an instant, a flood of marketing accounts appeared on her phone, all densely packed with lists of Lu Yao's "evil deeds". She even began to doubt whether the Lu Yao she had known during this period was a fake Lu Yao.
This outcry reached a peak after the sports meeting.
Lu Yao's act of slitting his throat at his anti-party members was considered an unforgivable crime by these anti-party members. They meticulously listed Lu Yao's "seven deadly sins", posted them on various platforms, liked and commented on each other, and soon all the platforms were flooded with them.
Whenever you search for Lu Yao, you won’t see any good news at all, only these posts.
Occasionally, some posts that seem to be speaking for Lu Yao will quickly be filled with malicious comments.
Song Rui still remembers that one day when she was watching videos, she came across a video about watermelon dishes.
She first got to know this UP host during the "ERROR" program. This UP host retook the stage and recorded a very long vlog, which made Song Rui have an impression of him. Now when she sees this UP host on the homepage again, her new video is the cover of "ERROR".
Song Rui clicked on it. There was nothing else in the video except Xiguacai wearing headphones and seriously re-enacting the content of the stage.
He retorted again.
After reading it, Song Rui felt that it was very pertinent and sincere.
But the barrage and comment sections were a mess.
Someone commented, "I didn't expect you to speak for Lu Yao? So disgusting, you're really a man, unfollow me."
'I'll block you right now'
'Did you take the money?'
There is no end to this and other things.
As a result, Xiguacai’s number of fans dropped by tens of thousands within a week.
Song Rui didn't understand.
This groundless malice has become a siege and a carnival.
Boycotting Lu Yao seemed to have become a kind of justice, and was absolutely right in the entire fifth-generation fan circle.
No one cares what Lu Yao did wrong, as if his existence itself was a mistake.
Therefore, after seeing Lu Yao did not appear on the stage for all the members, Song Rui's first reaction was uneasiness, worry, and fear.
Even though there could be countless reasons, she had already subconsciously reacted the moment she saw Lu Yao because of the resistance from her surroundings.
When the name Lu Yao is mentioned, what comes to mind is not Lu Yao himself, but the ubiquitous posts and comments.
Before she knew it, she had been brainwashed.
So when she saw the post on the forum just now, she clicked on it immediately and believed the information in it.
No reason or proof is needed, just a screenshot is enough to make her believe such ridiculous words.
Watching the stage slowly light up on the screen, Song Rui felt extremely ridiculous.
She put down the mouse and did not open the barrage again. She sat back in her chair comfortably and watched Lu Yao's performance quietly.
*
The audiences online and offline were confused and shocked, and Ding Ling, who was off the stage, was also not calm.
She and Su Junliang stood in the audience, looking up at the pitch-black stage. In the dim light, she could see a figure hanging high in the air.
"Do you want to agree to Lu Yao's proposal?" Ding Ling suddenly spoke.
Su Junliang didn't answer, but asked: "What about you?"
Ding Ling hesitated for a long time: "I don't know."
From the first day she met Lu Yao, she did so many things she didn't know about, struggling and hesitating every second.
Just like now, she doesn't know whether the decision to give Lu Yao this stage is right or wrong.
Su Junliang seemed to know what Ding Ling was worried about: "Don't worry about it. I also had a part in the decision to let Lu Yao go on stage."
He squinted at the light-colored figure in the air and spoke slowly: "Lu Yao was looking for us together at that time, wasn't he?"
Ding Ling sighed, stopped worrying about things that had not happened, and began to pray for the success of this stage.
Two months have passed since Lu Yao said he wanted to demonstrate his value and showed them this dance.
Now, this dance is finally going to be performed on stage, no longer in front of them, but to show its value in front of all the audience.
Does Lu Yao really have such value?
Ding Ling's expression was calmer than ever before, but her heart was turbulent like never before.
It was like a sea, with rolling waves and huge waves.
Finally, melodious music sounded and the spotlight came on, shining on the figure in the air.
There was an exclamation from the audience.
Everyone was looking at the stage, which was empty. Everyone was still confused. Then the lights came on, but they didn't shine on the stage, but on the air. When they looked up again, they found a horizontal branch hanging in the air, with pink and white flowers blooming on it, and a person lying on the branch.
The white fan fluttered in the air, making it impossible to see her face clearly. All one could see was the peach blossom hairpin that held up her black hair, a wide and flowing white dress, and a long shawl that hung down and floated in the air.
The music gradually became louder, and in a swaying chord, the fan suddenly moved.
Green, jade-like fingers stretched out from the long sleeves, gently waving a round fan, bringing up a breeze and ruffling the wavy hair.
The camera zoomed in, and a close-up of a figure in white was shown on the big screen, accompanied by the crisp sound of a guzheng. When the fan was waved downwards, the face of the person behind him was revealed.
Her hair was as black as ink, her face was as white as jade, her eyebrows were dark without any makeup, her lips were red without any lipstick. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of watery eyes, dark and full of strange magic.
Like a monster or a demon.
The clear ringing of a bell startled the picturesque beauty. She looked into the distance, and the audience knew that someone was coming.
The branches slowly fell down, and had landed on the ground without knowing when. The beauty stood up and landed on the ground as if stepping on musical notes.
He had a smile on his lips, his eyes were moving, his clothes were fluttering, his body was flexible, and he danced to the music. Every frown and smile was stunningly beautiful, "seducing" the visitor who was nowhere to be found.
As the music became faster, his movements became softer: bending down, lifting his legs, jumping, the extreme contrast between hardness and softness all demonstrated his strong body control.
The sound of drums joined in, and he stared straight at a point in the air, spinning on the spot. His clothes drew a perfect circle as he moved. It was clearly the softest fabric, but at this moment it was full of strength.
Finally, he stopped, his hair became a little messy, hanging down from the side of his face. He slowly raised his head, his eyes full of expectation.
The music slowed down, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
The visitor left.
He turned around with a gloomy expression, grabbed the white silk hanging from the sky, and wrapped it around his body little by little.
The music was melodious, the white silk was rising slowly, and this figure that should not have existed in this world was about to leave.
Suddenly, there was a sound of swords and spears, and he slipped off the white silk. He held on to the silk tightly, but it was useless. He rolled and spun, falling to the ground at a very fast speed.
The more urgent the drum beats, the louder the zither sounds. After suddenly reaching a peak, it stopped in an instant. There was a loud bang, and the beauty in the painting fell to the ground.
The blood was stained, and damp traces spread across the ground.
Everyone couldn't help but take a deep breath and stretched their necks to look. This was not an existence from this mortal world. Had it perished just like that?
The sound of drums slowly rose, like approaching footsteps, one by one, getting closer and closer, and after a sudden burst of rapidity, it stopped again.
He moved.
The white figure slowly raised his hand, and his wide sleeves slowly fell down, revealing an arm as white as jade.
No, it's not white jade. It's covered with red marks, scars, and blood.
He is injured!
The drumbeats suddenly became louder, and his movements exploded with it. He stood up from the ground, and as he spun around, his elaborate and flowing outer robe was taken off, revealing the simple long gown underneath.
He pulled the hairpin behind his head, and his long hair fell down. When he raised his eyes again, the softness and brightness of his hair were no longer there.
Only a chilling coldness remained.
He raised his hands, jumped, and spun. Similar movements, but completely different feelings. The red dots on the hem of his clothes were like flames, burning his soul.
He was struggling, resisting, and telling everything about himself.
The drumbeats became louder, the movements became more rapid, and beneath the slipping collar were scattered bandages and layers of dense scars, telling the extraordinary life of this picturesque beauty.
He kept jumping and dancing, as if he was tireless, and only this moment was eternal.
A long silence.
Ding Ling suddenly came back to her senses.
Lu Yao, you performed better than in yesterday's rehearsal.
The stage had already gone dark, and Lu Yao quietly left the side of the stage. Only when everything was out of sight did the audience wake up as if from a dream and burst into applause.
Then, like waves splashed by a stone on the lake, it continued to spread, and applause and cheers came like a tide, flooding the entire venue.
But Ding Ling could no longer hear him, she was running towards the backstage.
When they arrived at the Fifth Generation Lounge, Lu Yao was wiping the red liquid props on his body with a tissue. Ding Ling walked over and wanted to encourage him for his wonderful performance, but she couldn't open her mouth at all.
With Lu Yao's performance like this, does he still need her encouragement?
Lu Yao waited for a while, but didn't hear Ding Ling speak. He stopped what he was doing and looked over.
Ding Ling looked very excited, and she was running hurriedly from the front, not calm at all.
Lu Yao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a little smile.
"Let me form a group." He said.
Ding Ling didn't react: "What?"
Lu Yao took a step closer and repeated, "Let me form a group, and I will give you what you want."
He stretched out his hand and pointed with his open palm in the direction of the stage, where thunderous applause was coming towards him through layer after layer of walls.
That's his value.
Lu Yao's voice echoed in Ding Ling's mind, and she could feel her heart beating in her chest.
Lu Yao's face had a red mark rubbed on it at some point, right under his eyes, adding a touch of weird color to his face.
Ding Ling's heartbeat suddenly became violent.
She thought she heard the whispers of a demon.
It is a sweet fruit filled with venom.
*
【Didn’t they say Lu Yao had no stage?】
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Main Building
What's wrong with this show now? Am I blind?
[1st floor]
No, solo? How dare you?
【2nd floor】
Maybe I'm blind too.
【3rd floor】
So Lu Yao didn't have a stage before just for this solo? I'm really impressed.
【4th floor】
Crazy, crazy, what's wrong with this world? Can a black material celebrity have a solo? Minghui Entertainment, you are really too determined to support the royal family.
[5th floor]
Who said Minghui Entertainment treats trainees badly? Isn't this very good! Even someone like Lu Yao has a dedicated solo stage. In order to prevent fans from rebelling, they even release pornographic materials in advance so that everyone will not be so angry when they see Lu Yao's solo stage.
How could it not be called a desperate effort, making plans, fearing that Lu Yao would be hurt a little bit?
What is love? Do you understand? This is love!
If you don’t love someone this deeply in the future, don’t speak out.
…
23rd Floor
This show even gave him a stunt...falling in mid-air...that was really thoughtful.
24th Floor
The design is very thoughtful, and the clothes are also very beautiful
25th Floor
Wait a minute! Is this women's clothing? Putting a little boy in women's clothing, eh... so vulgar.
26th Floor
Wow... Lu Yao's face... is really amazing
27th Floor
I was wondering why Lu Yao was dressed in women's clothing, but when he showed his face, he was like a little girl! I yelled "Mom!" It was so beautiful that I cried! Whoever came up with the idea of dressing Lu Yao in women's clothing is a genius!
Isn’t this the fairy that walked out of the ancient painting?
The wide robe with big sleeves, the clothes fluttering, and the hair loosely pinned up... I licked it.
…
【43rd Floor】
No, what kind of dance is this? Isn't this skirting the line?
【44th Floor】
Not only does he wear women's clothing, he's also bordering on vulgarity.
[45th Floor]
Hahahaha, is Minghui Entertainment planning to send Lu Yao to be a host? I think it's possible.
【46th Floor】
This figure has seduced many men.
【47th Floor】
Wow, she's taking off her clothes, help, is this really something that minors can watch?
Lu Yao, if you love dancing so much, I support you to keep dancing in the future.
…
61st Floor
...I finished watching the show, my god, I got goosebumps
62nd Floor
Is this the stage I can see at Minghui Entertainment?
63rd Floor
Aphasia
[64th Floor]
I've finished reading it. No, where did that lunatic in the building come from? What kind of nonsense is he saying? Is he sick?
【65th floor】Owner
Reply [64th floor]
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66th Floor
My god, is Lu Yao's stage performance a bit too awesome?
67th Floor
Reply [66th floor]
It's not just amazing! It's absolutely divine! I can't wait to run downstairs and circle the neighborhood a hundred times, yelling and screaming! How can he dance so well? How can he act so well? Oh my god, Lu Yao is really amazing.
68th Floor
Lu Yao is really...completely lacking in strength...There are not many people in the entire entertainment industry who can match his level.
69th Floor
What are you talking about? I don't understand.
70th Floor
Reply [69th floor]
You haven't watched the live broadcast of the concert yet, go watch it! No, don't watch the live broadcast, go search for the stage where Lu Yao just performed, someone must have uploaded the screen recording.
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The music ended, the screen went dark, Lu Yao's figure disappeared from the camera, and Song Rui sat in the chair, not coming back to her senses for a long time.
Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was rapid, and the scene she had just seen was still lingering in her mind.
No, what did she see?
Is this actually a stage?
Song Rui turned on the barrage, but the screen in the live broadcast room was blank, without any barrage appearing.
Song Rui couldn't help but doubt herself. Could it be that everything she saw just now was really an illusion?
Just as she was about to exit and re-enter, a barrage of comments flashed across the screen.
"Fuck, that's really amazing."
One stone caused a thousand ripples, and the next second, the entire screen was instantly filled with dense barrages of comments.
"Ah ...
'I'm going to die'
'Crazy, crazy'
'Is this a human?'
'My mother asked me why I was kneeling down to look at my phone'
"Help! This is too good to be true! Oh my god, I can't take it anymore! Someone call 119 for me."
"Where's the ventilator? Bring it to me!"
"Where's the person? Where's the person? Where's that big person on the stage? Come out and continue dancing!"
"Who was that performer just now? Was it the fifth generation? Oh my god, when did the fifth generation produce such an amazing person?"
"Minghui Entertainment, you've been hiding something good from me."
"This is the stage I can see at Minghui Entertainment."
"Is this something I can watch for free? Otherwise, give me a link so I can become a VIP member."
"I can't take it anymore, my heart is beating so fast"
The barrage of comments flashed by quickly, but each one caught Song Rui's eyes.
Each one expressed Song Rui's thoughts at the moment.
She really felt like she was going crazy.
No, she wants to watch the stage again.
She had just watched it in a hurry, and was only focused on being shocked. She didn't see anything else. She had to watch it again... No! She had to watch it many, many more times!
In an instant, she picked up her phone, opened Weibo and searched for Lu Yao's name.
But the Lu Yao stage video she wanted did not appear. Only a series of "Ahhhhhhhh" appeared on the screen, and new Weibo posts appeared at a rapid speed.
This is because many people posted on Weibo with Lu Yao's entry at the same time, and appeared in the square of Lu Yao's entry.
Anyone who searches for the word "Lu Yao" will see it first.
After a large number of meaningless "Ahhh" and other emotional expressions were flooding the screen, Song Rui anxiously refreshed the screen for more than ten minutes before finally seeing a belated video Weibo.
When I clicked on it, I saw that it was indeed a recording of Lu Yao’s performance on stage!
She put down her phone and started playing.
At the beginning, the picture is very far away, and only a panoramic view of the stage can be seen. After the music starts, the lights focus on a white figure lying on a branch in mid-air.
The camera zoomed in, covering the entire figure.
The flowing white dress hangs from the branches, swaying in the air, accompanied by the soft sound of strings, bringing people into a hazy and blurred world.
The white fan waved gently, revealing the beautiful face of the person in white. His eyes moved in a way that made it impossible to look away.
Finally, he moved.
The slightly raised legs landing on the ground are like gently tapping the hearts of the audience, and every movement of raising hands and dancing is stirring the heartstrings of the audience.
He smiled carelessly, like a demon spirit that had strayed into the mortal world, a pure yet seductive goblin, and an ultimate beauty that made one's heart beat wildly.
Song Rui couldn't help it, she covered her face and wanted to scream, but she was afraid of disturbing her family, so she had to open her mouth and only breathe out, not daring to make any sound.
The captivating demon spirit was so attractive that Song Rui dared not look directly at it, but she could not control her desire to see it. She covered her eyes with her hands, but her eyes were wide open, staring at the small screen of her mobile phone through her fingers.
But soon, the demon spirit seemed to find that his dancing had no effect. His eyes dimmed, and Song Rui put down his hand and moved closer to the screen.
Don't be sad! Those people who don't appreciate or are not attracted to you are just people with low taste, and it has nothing to do with you!
But Song Rui's thoughts could not be understood by him on the screen. He stepped back, grabbed the white silk hanging from the sky, and wrapped it around his body.
He is leaving.
Song Rui couldn't help but reach out her hand to keep him, but such a being didn't belong to the human world. Could they really keep him selfishly?
While she was still hesitating, a strong string sound suddenly rang out, interrupting Song Rui's thoughts and making her focus on the screen instantly.
Having watched the stage performance once, she naturally knew what would happen next, but watching it again, she still couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
The white silk swayed violently, and the demon spirit that had been firmly resting on the white silk began to totter with the shaking of the white silk, and then suddenly slid down!
Falling heavily to the ground!
The dull drum beats were like the sound of him landing, hitting the ground and also striking the audience's hearts.
Song Rui's heart couldn't help but tighten.
The music gradually faded, and there seemed to be heavy breathing sounds.
Is it a spirit? Is he still alive? Can he get up again?
Is such a beautiful existence going to disappear just like that?
The drumbeats started again, and in the blurred wet traces, the white shadow moved again.
He raised his hands and straightened his chest... Every move followed the rhythm of the drums. Like a withered puppet adapting to its own awkward joints, he mobilized his limbs little by little and stood up.
The white robe was stained with red marks, and the wetness brought extra weight. He stopped after every step, and his outer robe slowly fell to the ground, revealing the simple clothes underneath.
As he walked, he could see new and old scars intertwined under the bandages.
No, he was never a delicate flower blooming in the white soil, he was a weed growing wildly in the wind and rain.
White is just his disguise, and scars are the medals of his growth.
Seduction? Temptation?
No, that's just his natural beauty.
He is not wrong.
The drum beats rapidly and the movements are powerful. The injured demon spirit who took off his white shirt seemed to have recognized this world and strengthened his heart. His eyes were firm and his expression was free and easy. Every movement he made told of his thoughts.
He reaches towards the camera, a smile on his face.
You love me, hate me, walk towards me, and hurt me.
But so what?
I'm here, always the same.
The video ends and automatically loops.
The program information is displayed on the screen.
"flower"
Performer: Lu Yao
Choreography: Lu Yao
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