Until he entered the venue and sat down, Ye Fanshuang did not give a positive answer to the question asked by Zou Qianen.

Ye Fanshuang sat in the middle of the three connected seats, with the fully armed Lin Luyuan on the left and Zou Qianen on the right. There were strangers in the front and back rows.

Fans in the entire gymnasium were very excited. Some fans had already set up long guns and were preparing to take high-definition photos from various angles.

Ye Fanshuang looked at the person sitting on Lin Luyuan's left hand. She was a boy with a squintessential figure with a heart-shaped sticker on her face. She was staring at the stage with full concentration, even though Zhao Youxin was not on the stage now. She thought to herself, it seemed that he was a senior fan.

Ye Fanshuang put down her concerns a little. The lights on the stands in the venue were dim, and Lin Luyuan was not likely to be discovered.

Lin Luyuan sat still without moving, but saw her every move. The corner of her mouth was slightly curled up under the mask. After a few seconds of honesty, he couldn't help but approach her - his body leaned to the right at an angle and approached Ye Fanshuang's ear: "Are you so worried that I'll be discovered?"

Ye Fanshuang's breathing was stagnant. At such a close distance, she smelled the Darjeeling tea on his body and pushed him away: "Of course I'm afraid you will be recognized. It will cause riots at that time, and it may cause stampede accidents. I'm so close to you, so I won't be affected?"

"My mouth is right and wrong." Lin Luyuan smiled gently and sat upright.

As time came, the lighting on the stage ahead was debugged, and the lifting platform in the middle slowly rose, carrying Zhao Youxin, who had not appeared in public for a long time.

He was wearing a beige suit, with an exaggerated blue feather on his chest pocket, and the shirt inside was also blue. He held the St. Marriott with one hand and looked at the crowds of people in the audience below, and laughed briefly: "Many people."

His voice was slightly hoarse and heavy, and in three short words, the scene was filled with huge waves, cheers and whistles continued, one wave higher than another.

Ye Fans in the front and back rows were shouting at the top of her throat, and her ears were almost deaf.

I don’t know where Lin Luyuan got the tickets. The seats were just right, not particularly front or back, and they were the best viewing area. Therefore, the atmosphere felt was particularly different. I felt like I was surrounded by layers of sounds.

Ye Fanshuang looked at Zou Qianen beside her again. The girl was so happy that she couldn't find Bei. She shouted with the fans and waved her hands hard.

Zhao Youxin said an opening remark on the stage to mobilize the atmosphere. In fact, the atmosphere was not needed to be mobilized by him. It was already very hot, and as soon as he appeared, it became even hotter.

He poured out his chest, coughed gently, and the whole audience calmed down.

A familiar prelude to the song sounded over the gymnasium, bringing to the night's first song.

Most of Zhao Youxin's songs were very popular. When he started, someone sang in a low voice below. When he reached the climax, he simply took off the microphone on the shelf, raised his hands to the stand, and signaled everyone to sing together.

The sound of singing in unison in the audience continued to grow, becoming a chorus of all the fans.

Ye Fanshuang has no musical cells. Even though she has heard it many times, she has memorized the lyrics, but she can't even sing it in tune, so the chorus can keep up with the rhythm.

Soon, she noticed a very obvious singing voice in her ear.

Following the source of the sound, she saw Lin Luyuan raising a hand and shaking back and forth with the rhythm of the song, which was more regular than a wiper. The sound coming from the mask was sometimes clear and sometimes dull, but it did not hinder the beautiful sound.

On the stage, Zhao Youxin took back the microphone and handed it to his mouth. His unique hoarse voice was a bit vicissitudes, especially the smell of a bitter song.

Lin Luyuan's voice was completely different from his, like another version of Yueyue.

Ye Fanshuang was secretly surprised, not expecting that his singing was so good. But she immediately remembered that this person debuted through a talent show and later entered the entertainment industry. Before that, she was a trainee abroad for several years. Although his dance was even more outstanding, he could become a leader in the group and his singing skills were naturally not bad.

Lin Luyuan raised his hat with his fingers up and raised it up, revealing his beautiful eyes. He turned his head to look at Ye Fanshuang, grabbed her hand on her knees and raised it, shaking it in the air.

Everyone was shaking their hands, and some fans even held their hands high and swayed left and right. They were mixed in and did not seem abrupt at all.

Ye Fanshuang couldn't adapt, so she pulled her hand out of his palm and put it on her knees. She paused to prevent him from raiding again, so she inserted her left hand into her pocket.

Lin Luyuan saw her movements and raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Ye Fanshuang realized in a flash that others were waving their hands, and she was the only one who was holding the pockets in her hand. The scene was so strange.

"Is it good? Is the atmosphere of the concert very different?" Lin Luyuan asked her in the song that was gradually ending.

Ye Fanshuang pretended not to hear his question, looked far away, staring at the people on the stage.

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In the second half of the concert, Zhao Youxin also invited a guest to help, another very famous singer. During the initial publicity stage of the concert, the identity of the guests was kept confidential and was revealed until the scene. The atmosphere was instantly ignited to the peak, and screams resounded over the gymnasium.

The two singers sang a classic love song written by Zhao Youxin before, and made some adaptations based on the original, which made many people cry.

Ye Fanshuang was amused when she heard fans around her say "Ye Qing Hui back".

Lin Luyuan looked strange and after a while, he approached her and said, "Have you never been in love? Can you still laugh when you hear such a sad love song about breaking up?"

Ye Fanshuang looked at him: "So you remembered the story of breaking up with your ex-girlfriend?"

Lin Luyuan: “…”

He shouldn't have asked such stupid questions too much. Now he hasn't got the answer he wants, and he is still blocked by her perfect counterattack.

Lin Luyuan couldn't help but reflect on himself. Where did he get the confidence to talk to a gold medal PR?

Ye Fanshuang laughed: "I won't talk anymore, it seems I guessed right."

Lin Luyuan choked and tried to explain to her: "I didn't." She turned to whispering, "Didn't you know my old past long ago?"

He was referring to Ye Fanshuang's last time doing public relations for him. He explained everything he should have to explain about his ex-girlfriend and did not hide it at all.

If there was no last rumor spread, he and his ex-girlfriend would be the most common peaceful breakup, and there would be no past that he would never forget.

Before Ye Fanshuang could speak, her arm was caught by Zou Qianen. She shook it hard, unable to suppress her excitement: "Zhao Youxin is going to select fans to order songs, I hope she can choose me!"

Ye Fanshuang's attention returned to the stage. After the song of the chorus ended, the guest did not go down. He stood next to Zhao Youxin, chatted with his old friend, and helped him select fans.

The camera swept through rows of viewers, and the enlarged faces of the audience flashed on the large screen in front of them.

After Ye Fanshuang figured out the rules, she was indifferent. Instead, she didn't want her to be the focus, so Lin Luyuan wouldn't be able to hide...

The magic of Murphy's law was verified again. She just thought about it for a moment that so many fans on the scene might not necessarily be able to draw a few of them.

The fact is that a "masked man" appeared on the big screen, wearing a black baseball cap and mask, because he lowered his head and couldn't even see his eyes.

Ye Fanshuang stared at the big screen in shock, and her heartbeat was about to be scared in an instant. Isn’t this Lin Luyuan!

Zou Qianen, who was beside her, also noticed it, turned her head in surprise and looked at Lin Luyuan. Ye Fanshuang's body blocked her vision. She couldn't lean forward, and then she saw the person sitting like a wooden man.

Lin Luyuan didn't expect that his luck would be so...

In this case, he didn't know whether to say whether he was lucky or not.

All the fans were looking for people on the big screen. Several fans sitting in the front row of Ye Fanshuang turned around and locked their eyes on Lin Luyuan. At first, they didn't recognize who he was. After staring at him for a long time, they became suspicious.

Zhao Youxin raised the microphone and asked the fans who were shot what song they ordered.

Ye Fanshuang didn't dare to turn around to see Lin Luyuan, for fear that others would find out that she was with him. She looked up and tried to pretend to be a transparent person, as if she was an ordinary fan.

Lin Luyuan stood up and swept his camera directly facing him. Without taking off his mask, he cleared his throat: "I want to order a song "Left Atrium."

He deliberately lowered his voice, which was different from when he was talking normally. In addition, there was a layer of mask, and the sound was even more distorted.

Zhao Youxin obviously didn't recognize him, and chuckled when he heard this: "This is a love song to confess, so who do you want to give to?"

Ye Fanshuang noticed that his eyes were sweeping over, and immediately raised her palm to block her face, turned her head and pretended to talk to Zou Qianen, thinking that she was in great danger.

Zou Qianen was so funny that she couldn't hold back her laughter.

Of course, Lin Luyuan couldn't tell the truth: "I personally like this song more."

"OK."

Zhao Youxin made a gesture, Lin Luyuan sat down, but the eyes gathered around him did not retreat.

Suddenly, the person in the front row let out an uncontrollable scream: "Lin Luyuan! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The audience was quiet when Zhao Youxin spoke. At this moment, the fan's voice seemed particularly clear. She could hear her excited screams within a radius of more than ten meters.

Zhao Youxin and the guests on the stage were stunned.

Zhao Youxin walked forward a few steps, stood at the forefront of the stage, leaned forward slightly, and listened: "What is this fan talking about?"

The girl's scream just now attracted the attention of the nearby audience. Everyone looked at the "masked man" one after another, staring at Lin Luyuan with nowhere to escape.

Sure enough, the surroundings began to stir up, and Lin Luyuan's name was called one after another.

"Lin Luyuan! Please answer when you hear it!" Some Lin Luyuan's fans shouted boldly in the back row.

A burst of hilarious sounds sounded around.

After being reminded by the guests around him, Zhao Youxin quickly understood what was going on. He raised the microphone and said with a smile: "Is there a celebrity friend coming to listen to the concert?"

This kind of thing is common. There are several celebrities sitting there in the front row, and the cameras are scanning them from time to time. They also cooperate with funny expressions.

No one expected that Lin Luyuan was also hidden in the audience.

Seeing this, Lin Luyuan didn't plan to continue hiding it. She took off the mask covering her face, raised the brim of the baseball cap, and buckled it on her head. A handsome and outstanding face was exposed intact, and a brief silence appeared in the audience, followed by even more explosive cheers.

Lin Luyuan stood up and made a quiet gesture, looking at the senior on the stage and said, "Let's look at Teacher Zhao Youxin, can you listen to him sing "Left Atrium"?"

"good--"

The uniform response shocked Ye Fanshuang deeply. If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she would have no idea that there were so many Lin Luyuan fans on the scene. He had a strong appeal and could control the scene in just one sentence.

Lin Luyuan sat down and did not put the "weapon" used to disguise back.

Although there were still some distant sights to glance at each other, no one was making noise and listened to the song quietly.

The soothing prelude sounded, and Zhao Youxin re-entered himself in singing.

Lin Lu knew that someone was watching him and did not dare to bite his ears with Ye Fanshuang. She took out her cell phone from her pocket, adjusted the brightness of the screen to the lowest level, and sent her a WeChat message.

Ye Fanshuang's mobile phone was changed into a vibration mode when entering the venue, and it buzzed and vibrated in her pants pocket on the outside of her thighs. She was a little confused when she glared at the mobile phone that Lin Luyuan was holding in her hand.

After hesitating for a moment, she still took out her cell phone.

Lin Luyuan: "I will listen carefully to the song I gave you."
To be continued...