When Xie Xuan walked into the Baima Club, for a moment she actually felt that the annual fee of 120,000 yuan was well worth it.
The interior decoration of the club is in stark contrast to the exterior decoration, and every corner exudes a sense of golden luxury.
This was Xie Xuan's first time visiting a club in this world, but she soon discovered that the White Horse Club was not much different from the club she remembered.
Xie Xuan took the membership card that Ding Qiaoyun had transferred to her and entered the inner area. She ordered a glass of the cheapest sparkling water for 58 Confederation coins and leaned back on the soft sofa, waiting for Chongming's performance to begin at 10 pm.
Because Ding Qiaoyun later sent her a message asking her to go early to grab a good seat, Xie Xuan was already in the club before nine o'clock.
Although the music in the club was very exciting, Xie Xuan was so exhausted recently that she fell asleep again on the sofa just a few hours after waking up.
When I woke up again, I was awakened by a scream that suddenly increased by dozens of decibels.
Xie Xuan rubbed her eyes. On the stage in front of her, a handsome boy, so beautiful that it was hard to describe him in words, was slowly walking onto the stage.
He was wearing a small, transparent white shirt and black trousers, which wrapped his body tightly, revealing nothing. However, he wore leg rings and cuffs, which perfectly showed the boy's muscular lines that were both powerful and beautiful.
The boy had brilliant golden hair that was rare in District 6, his eyes were a clear sky blue, and his cold white skin seemed to glow under the stage lights.
Coupled with his exquisite and impeccable facial features, he looks like an angel from a fairy tale.
Without the host's introduction, Xie Xuan could guess that this young man was Chong Ming, the top performer of the White Horse Club that Ding Qiaoyun had been thinking about.
But what shocked Xie Xuan was not Chongming's stunning appearance, but a glance at his hair and eye color. He looked exactly like Xie Xuan's store manager, Grandet.
When Xie Xuan turned on the recording function of the terminal with mixed feelings, Chongming had already stood in the center of the stage, bowed and gave a gentlemanly salute to the audience below.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Chongming."
Xie Xuan almost bit her tongue. She would never mistake this familiar voice.
Not long ago, it was this voice that screamed hysterically outside a messy convenience store, which caused her to owe a huge debt of more than 200,000 yuan.
When Xie Xuan first started working at a convenience store, she was deceived by the appearance of the handsome store manager, but the manager soon shattered Xie Xuan's beauty filter with his equally stingy nature.
Originally, Xie Xuan was wondering whether Chongming standing on the stage might be the twin brother of the store manager Grandet, but after hearing this voice, she was very sure that the person on the stage was the store manager himself.
However, seeing this devil in angel's skin on the stage of the White Horse Club, Xie Xuan didn't feel that surprised. After all, this was the store manager who had no bottom line for money.
After calming down, Xie Xuan began to seriously appreciate her former boss dancing in front of her.
Chongming danced the boy group dance that was very popular in Xie Xuan's era. The handsome boy who looked like a doll did not rely on his good looks to cut corners. His movements were powerful and precise, which was very pleasing to the eye.
After one dance ended, the audience screamed for Chongming to perform another one.
At this time, the lights on the stage swept over the audience. As luck would have it, when Chongming bent down to get a glass of water, keeping the audience's appetite whetted, his eyes happened to meet Xie Xuan, who was swept by the lights.
Xie Xuan curled her lips and showed a kind smile, but Chongming's hand shook violently as if he had seen a ghost, and all the water in the cup splashed onto his chest.
The white shirt, which was already transparent, now became translucent. The thin fabric stuck tightly to Chongming's chest, outlining two particularly eye-catching red dots.
The cheers from the audience were so loud that they almost blew off the ceiling of the White Horse Club.
Chongming received inquiring glances from his dancers, who seemed to mistakenly think that Chongming was deliberately adding drama to himself.
Chongming, who had no intention of doing this at first, had no choice but to follow the script and continue. "One more paragraph... Of course I can. I'm really happy to see so many friends supporting me in the audience today. Thank you very much for your support."
Chongming bowed at a forty-five degree angle, stood up, and said, "But I'm still missing a crucial prop for the next dance. I need a friend to order me a glass of champagne."
The audience in the audience immediately started shouting "I'll do it" like crazy.
Xie Xuan looked at Chongming with mixed feelings, and her expression was the same as the one she remembered when Manager Grandet was sitting behind the cash register, flipping through the business income details page by page.
The handsome boy smiled like a little fox who had secretly caught a fish.
But just as everyone was partying in front of the stage, a light rain began to fall outside without anyone noticing.
And in the rain, a man was rushing towards the White Horse Club.
The security guard at the door was wearing simple protective clothing.
This kind of civilian protective clothing can only block rain and spores in the air that have not yet infected people, but it is completely sufficient for ordinary people who want to travel on rainy days.
The security guard on duty heard screams coming from inside through the door, and turned around to look inside a few times out of curiosity.
He is a man with normal sexual orientation, but this does not prevent him from appreciating the beauty that transcends gender like Chongming.
If he hadn't been so unlucky that it was his turn to stand guard at the door that day and no one was willing to take over, he could have watched Chongming's performance inside for free.
The security guard was thinking about who to borrow the video from after get off work, and for a moment he didn't notice a wet person walking up the stairs in the rain.
By the time this person appeared in his sight, it was too late for him to stop him.
"Stop!" The security guard was frightened out of his wits and immediately chased after him, completely forgetting about Chongming.
If an infected person was allowed in due to his negligence, causing casualties among customers, he could just ask for rain and turn himself into a mushroom.
Everyone in the club was focused on the young man on the stage. The person who broke into the club immediately blended into the crowd and disappeared as soon as he entered the dimly lit club.
The security guard stopped outside the noisy crowd and felt his blood run cold.
He swallowed hard, hesitating between picking up the intercom to truthfully report his dereliction of duty and taking a gamble that the man coming out of the rain was lucky enough not to be infected.
This job was too hard to come by for him, and he couldn't be fired, but he also couldn't watch an infection happen here.
Security is an unprecedented ordeal.
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