(I'm so busy today. The second chapter will be released later. Everyone should go to bed early and get up tomorrow to read it.)
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The people around the stadium were all young men and women.
The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and vendors in vans came one after another on the side of the road. The back door opened, revealing a pile of fluorescent sticks and plastic palms inside.
Some people also brought palette boxes and small stools, and helped people paint their faces on the spot. Just painting a simple artistic "Gong" character would cost 20 yuan.
Just a few strokes would cost 20 yuan, but there was a long line at the scene, which made people feel that fans' money was really easy to earn.
As the flow of people increased, the scene slowly evolved into two groups of people.
The first wave was huge in number, and they all held up LED signs supporting Xu Ninggong. The other wave was smaller, but this wave of people was obviously much calmer. They were supporters of dance master Lang Han.
Lang Han appeared in the World Dance Competition the year before last, and until now, he had not held a personal dance special.
In the eyes of fans, Lang Han was a very hard-working artist who was not tempted by fame and fortune.
Today, they could see Lang Han's personal performance in Xu Ninggong's concert. These fans were very excited.
Xu Ninggong's fans were a little impatient. Before the concert started, they spontaneously formed a cheering square outside the field. Several people were there with loudspeakers to train these fans on the slogans they would shout later.
It was lively outside, and it was even more lively inside.
With the stage as the center, thousands of robots were arranging the concert scene. In front of the concert stage, reporters from all walks of life had already set up long guns and short cannons, and two rocker cameras spanning half of the seats were also arranged. They were waiting for the concert to start and live broadcast.
Nowadays, more and more concerts will choose to be broadcast live on the Internet.
This time, Xu Ninggong's concert was no exception. The camera team of director Ding Yin was responsible for shooting the scene and sending the signal to Tencent Video, which was responsible for exclusive broadcasting.
The best location for the concert was the VIP area, which was located in the audience directly in front of the stage. The original plastic seats had long been removed and replaced with soft and comfortable leather seats. There was a long table in front of the seats, so you could enjoy tea and snacks at any time.
Of course, the ticket price here was also the highest, costing 2,800 yuan. Ye Qing sat between Doudou and the Master Metal Expert. From his position, he was just in a perpendicular line with the stage.
At 8: 30 pm, the audience began to enter the venue.
The VIP area was quickly filled with spectators. On the ground below, thousands of robots left the stage. The spotlights around the stage shot out colorful light beams into the sky.
"Xu Ning Gong!"
"Xu Ning Gong!"
"Lang Han!"
The cold of the Four Commons could no longer cover the excitement of the audience. Before the concert began, they stood up spontaneously one by one and kept shouting the name of their idols.
In the live broadcast room of Tencent Video's "Xu Ning's Gong — Sound Concert Tour", the image signal had already been transferred.
For Xue Ning Gong's national concert tour, only the first stop had an exclusive live broadcast. The rest of the concerts were not broadcast.
The opening of the concert was playing in the live broadcast room. Without any warning, the scene started with the sound of stamping, like a machine gun.
Then, a huge question mark and a mysterious figure with only a black shadow filled the entire screen.
"Who is the mystery guest that everyone is looking forward to?"
"The editor is brainless. Even the auntie who sells sweet potatoes downstairs knows that the mysterious guest is Lang Han." A row of red letters floated through the barrage.
"That's right. Someone posted evidence last month. Not only is there evidence on Weibo, but the reporter also took a video of Lang Han and Xue Ning Gong rehearsing the show together. Is it interesting to hype the mysterious person? "
"But why did I hear that there are domestic tourists in the United States who took pictures of Lang Han and a beautiful woman feeding pigeons in Central Park?"
"Hum ~ domestic tourists? I'm afraid it's a domestic editor. Now everyone knows that the mysterious person is Lang Han. Of course, the organizers have to use some rescue means to confuse us. "
"Fly to the United States, take a few photos and fly back. Wait until today to let us think that Lang Han is in the United States. This kind of confusion is too rough. "
"That's right. My Lang Han is famous for his purity. How could he feed pigeons with a woman abroad?"
"When the concert starts and the mysterious guest comes out, everyone will come together to slap the face of the editor!"
"Count me in!"
Whether it was the barrage in the live broadcast room or the concert site, the audience gathered together to discuss.
They all agreed that the mysterious guest was Lang Han, and they all thought that the stunt of the mysterious guest was a failure because everyone knew who it was, but the organizers were still playing dumb.
At nine o 'clock in the evening, the audience's calls became more enthusiastic.
The whole stadium was full, and the fluorescent sticks with colorful lights and small luminescent signs were connected like an endless starry sky.
The scene was full of voices shouting Xu Ninggong's name. If Lang Han was called again at this time, he would most likely be PKed by real people.
Even Doudou became a little excited. She grabbed Ye Qing's wrist tightly and stared at the dark stage with great expectation.
"Shua shua shua ~"
When the bell rang at nine o 'clock, the spotlights around the stage suddenly went out.
"Xu Ninggong!"
The young boys and girls at the scene were in an uproar, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
Without warning, the dark sky above the stage suddenly lit up. A huge white cloud floated over the stage.
"It's a dream display!" The audience who participated in the Crab Festival immediately recognized these dreamy white clouds. Those who have not seen it before widened their eyes and looked at the air with surprise.
The dark night sky seemed to have been opened, a window belonging to the day. Outside the window, white clouds floated by, and the sky was blue.
How could this strong difference not surprise them?
In the next moment, a strong and powerful electric guitar sound, which seemed to be able to penetrate the pores and reach the bottom of the audience's heart, swept in from all directions like flowing water.
On the dark stage, a beam of light was unknowingly lit, and a graceful figure stood under the beam of light.
The flash lights flashed like raindrops. At this moment, even in a calm VIP area, there were sounds of praise.
Xu Ninggong was so beautiful. Under the lights, in the passionate music, she, wearing a black evening dress without any superfluous decoration, simply held the microphone and sang for everyone.
After the song, the lingering sound lingered, making people still intoxicated by this perfect song.
"This song" White Clouds Beside Me "is super standard. I think it's better than when this song was first released last year. She has made great progress." Doudou was also a fan of Xu Ninggong before she met Ye Qing.
"Brother Ye, which song will the mysterious guest appear in? I'm looking forward to Xu Ninggong's new song, and the robot mysterious guest."
"The third song is coming." Ye Qing sat up straight, because the next song is over, and the exciting moment is coming.
Waiting always feels very long, but fortunately, the time for a song is not too long.
When Xu Ning Gong's second song ended, the gorgeous stage lights also slowly disappeared.
The dream display in the air began to play time effects like time travel.
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