Chapter 107 Zhou Pingchuan glanced back.
The gala officially started at 6 p.m., and by 5:30 p.m., about half of the audience had already entered.
On stage, Chang Yi was making final adjustments to the lighting. A beam of colored light kept going astray and couldn't reach the position Chang Yi had specified. Chang Yi wanted to present the best stage performance, so he kept coordinating with the props team to find a solution.
Bored, Xia Mian went over to help find the cause. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a brightly lit sign.
He was a little incredulous, squinting as he looked towards the audience.
The sign, about thirty centimeters long, had the words "Summer Sleep" written on it, with red and pink lights intertwined—the simplest kind.
Is this... a fan coming to support him?
He has support too?
Summer was so excited she was about to explode, and she darted to the edge of the stage.
Seeing him approach, the two girls covered their faces and began to scream: "Ahhhhh, Mianmian, we're your cotton balls!!!"
After exchanging a secret signal with her fans, Xia Mian crouched down, and as she spoke, a puff of white breath escaped her lips, like a happy little dog: "It's so cold today, how did you all get here?"
“We are locals from Tongshan, and the bus goes right up to our door.”
Xia Mian exclaimed, "The light board is really beautiful."
"I saw the official announcement a couple of days ago and it was done at the last minute. It was a bit late, and I couldn't find a nice style. Oh, and this one too."
The girl with pigtails took out a banner from her bag, which actually had a cute, cartoonish portrait of Xia Mian on it. She had big eyes and two rosy cheeks, and she looked adorably ugly.
"Luckily, security wasn't strict, so we were able to bring the support items in." The girl with bangs next to me stuck out her tongue.
Light boards are powered on, posing a safety hazard. If they fall accidentally, they could hit someone or cause a fire. Many concerts explicitly prohibit light boards.
Xia Mian reminded, "You still have to be careful. If there's a problem with the light board, remember to contact the on-site security immediately."
Ahhhh, my idol cares about me! Ahhhhh! The two fans nodded frantically.
"By the way, where are your seats?" Xia Mian asked, just remembering.
"The middle of the third row, that spot," they pointed to him.
Xia Mian said she remembered and said goodbye to them.
The girl with pigtails pressed on, "Your makeup looks amazing today! Can you tell us what your stage outfit looks like?"
"It's a secret," Xia Mian winked at them, "If I reveal it, there won't be any surprise. Bye~"
"Okay, good luck then, bye-bye!"
After saying goodbye to them, Xia Mian went back to the dressing room to change clothes and do her final makeup.
Ten minutes later, the two cotton balls received hand warmers and bags of cotton candy from Chestnut. She had originally wanted to order milk tea, but the delivery time was too long, and the delivery guy definitely wouldn't be able to get in by the time the party started, so she took these from the snacks she always carried with her.
The idols are so thoughtful; they don't feel cold even on the coldest days. They didn't even bother to put on hand warmers, and while eating cotton candy, they watched a second edit of their idols' "Little Days".
A few minutes before the show started, a group of people walked in under the protection of security guards and police officers. Their attire was surprisingly uniform—jackets, leather shoes, and Mediterranean-style haircuts. The only exception was the man surrounded in the middle, who wore a long coat. He was tall and had broad shoulders that made people's hearts flutter.
The girl with bangs looked at him with hearts in her eyes: "That figure is amazing! He must be so handsome from the front too, right?"
They were locals from Tongshan, so they naturally knew that leaders would be attending the event. The girl with pigtails said thoughtfully, "I just saw a profile view that looked very familiar, like I'd seen it somewhere before."
As they were talking, a person with a scarf covering their head and face sat down next to them, raised their DSLR camera, and snapped a few pictures of the people in front of them.
It's normal to take photos at a gala; after all, you had to get those tickets, so of course you wanted to commemorate the occasion. But his every move gave off a suspicious vibe.
Bangs: "Paparazzi?"
Twin ponytails: "Paparazzi have to buy tickets to get in too, it's all the same, who cares what they do? Hurry up, let's start!"
As the countdown began, the host appeared thirty seconds later. He first solemnly introduced the leaders present, but strangely, he bypassed the seat of the broad-shouldered man.
After the introductions, the performance officially began. Although Tongshan is a small stage, the pacing of the performance was excellent, with almost no dull moments.
The fifth to last performance was finally Xia Mian's turn to appear, and the two cotton balls quickly turned on their light sticks and raised their banners.
The lights dimmed, and everyone blinked, feeling a bit disoriented. Then, a spotlight shone from afar onto the center of the stage.
The platform slowly rose, and a boy with his head slightly lowered appeared on the stage.
He wore a black sleeveless T-shirt on top, cargo pants on the bottom, and Doc Martens boots. The form-fitting outfit perfectly accentuated his excellent proportions. In particular, there was a cutout design at the waist, revealing a section of his slender waistline, which left much to the imagination.
Qi Liuhai: "Holy crap, holy crap, this is exactly what 'pure yet seductive' means, right? My phantom limbs are about to grow, waaaaah, wife, I want to lick your waist!"
As the drumbeats began, Xia Mian struck a pose, looked up, and discovered that the stylist had given him a smoky eye look. Coupled with that look of utter disdain... His twin ponytails trembled as he protested, "No, not wife, husband! He's making me so masochistic! Husband, hit me! Hit me!"
The woman with bangs almost shouted in a hoarse voice, "Yes, yes, honey, hit me!"
Zhou Pingchuan glanced back.
His eyes didn't look friendly.
The fans were so focused on the performance and cheering that they didn't notice anything.
In terms of fashion, Xia Mian advocates simplicity and elegance, and likes to do less. In addition, he doesn't often perform on stage, so no one has ever seen him wear such strong stage makeup. After his entire dance solo, the two girls were screaming like crazy.
Fortunately, the next song was a ballad; otherwise, my voice would have cracked if I had kept shouting.
Having just finished a highly challenging dance, Xia Mian was panting heavily, but once he got into the rhythm, his voice remained remarkably steady. This was thanks to his intense daily practice; one minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage. An artist must never forget their original aspirations in order to bring the best performance to their fans.
His face and neck were covered in glistening beads of sweat. He greeted everyone while singing, and as he sang, he came to the front of the stage, put his hands on the edge of the stage, and sat down.
Experiencing such a beauty overload up close, let alone bangs and pigtails, the audience in the front row couldn't help but cheer!
Xia Mian was very satisfied with the effect and sang with increasing enthusiasm. When he reached the line "Looking up, I saw that beam of light," his gaze shifted downwards—
Zhou Pingchuan crossed his arms and looked up.
—Looking straight ahead from the first row to the third row, a beaming smile appeared on my face. It was as if I were saying, "Look, this is the light."
With her bangs and twin ponytails, she held the light board even higher. I wanted to cry. You are our light!
Zhou Pingchuan glanced back at them again, his eyes colder than the weather.
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