"What did you say?"

The director took off his hat, scratched it and made a mess, looking at Taeyeon and Sunny standing aside in a hurry.

"Sunnyxi, are you kidding me now?" Director Zhang sneered, trying to suppress his anger, and asked with a smile on his face: "There are less than five hours left before the concert officially begins. You tell me now that you want to change the playlist temporarily?"

"Wow, it's indeed the general idol of our ** company!"

He said sarcastically with his waist on his back.

Sunny held a pleasing smile on his face, and his hands behind him kept pulling Taeyeon's clothes quietly.

Taeyeon looked at her in embarrassment, took a step forward, and greeted the director.

"Director Zhang, please. Our sunny is in the current situation," Taeyeon pulled Lee Soon-kyuk over: "She had a physical problem today and her voice was very bad. If the song of So1o was still the original "3", there would be a lot of trouble on the scene."

"You don't need to say this kind of thing, just find your agent Park Zhu-yeon!" Director Zhang was unwilling to listen to the explanation at all. He interrupted Taeyeon's words with a domineering attitude and instructed him arrogantly.

"Director Zhang!" Sunny shouted, suffocating the director. Taking this opportunity, she hurriedly said: "I just want to change the songs I performed from dance music to lyrics to prevent my body from being overwhelmed and affect the effect of the live performance! There will be no other problems!"

"...Honestly, do your agent know about this?" Director Zhang calmed down, still frowned, but his tone calmed down.

"Agent, when did you really consider the artist? I just want to be responsible for my body." A hint of dimness flashed in my eyes, and Sunny smiled with a little sadness.

Director Zhang gritted his teeth and stamped his feet: "You can rehearse the song you want to change now and pinch the time. If there is any problem, I will not take the blame."

"Director Kangsang Hamida Zhang!" Sunny looked happy and bowed deeply. Taeyeon also breathed a sigh of relief, and finally a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

"Ah, to be honest, why did you suddenly get crazy and remember the change of songs?"

Walking towards the free practice room, Taeyeon finally couldn't help but feel curious and poked Lee Soon-kyuk's shoulder and asked.

Lee Soon-gyu continued walking as if nothing had happened: "Didn't you say it? I couldn't bear it today, and I was afraid that I could not bear the dance of "3"."

"Just keep this to deceive Director Zhang and Zhuo Oppa. Wouldn't I understand you?" Taeyeon mercilessly exposed Sunny's lie: "Tell me, with your personality, it is impossible to make such a big trouble for others without any reason."

Lee Soon-kyung's lips pursed slightly, showing a little joy in her heart: "Don't you know Taeyeon, thank you for understanding me."

"Ah, don't you say it? The reason for doing this?" Taeyeon threatened with wide eyes.

"You will probably know when today's concert is over."

Lee Soon-gyu held Taeyeon's appetite and left a suspense.

"Okay, you go and put on makeup first, I'll practice that song."

Lee Soon-kyuk walked to the door of the practice room, turned around and urged Taeyeon to go and do her business quickly. He opened the door and went in.

"What? Is it so mysterious? I can't even watch you practice?" Taeyeon complained as if she was hurt.

"Sorry, you will know when the official performance is done later." Lee Soon-kyuk closed the door with a smile.

As the footsteps stopped outside the door gradually faded away, Lee Soon-kyuk gave a breath and then looked at the furnishings in the practice room.

The room was obviously abandoned for a long time, with tables, chairs, benches and scattered everywhere. In the middle of the room, a dusty piano was quietly displayed.

Lee Soon-kyung's eyes lit up and she walked over. She lowered her body and blew a light breath. The dust on the cover of the piano was blown up, causing Lee Soon-kyung to cough repeatedly.

Covering his mouth with one hand, lifting the cover with the other, Lee Soon-kyuk pressed the keyboard.

No sound came out.

"What I should have thought of long ago, how could the piano that was left here without anyone's interest is fine?"

Sighing helplessly, Lee Soon-kyuk put down the zither cover and was about to continue looking, he glanced at him and suddenly saw something standing in the corner.

She walked over slowly.

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“Wow, it’s so expensive.”

Following the name Taeyeon told, Song Zhonghe arrived at the Sheraton Hotel in a taxi.

With his seemingly ingenious Chinese and no communication barriers at all, Song Zhonghe successfully checked in with the help of the front desk staff.

As he counted the NTDs left in his wallet and exchanged at the airport, Song Zhonghe smashed his mouth with heartache and regretted it: if he had known that he would have come back the same way in the end, he shouldn't have refused Taeyeon's tickets and the machine wine.

I went upstairs to put things, washed and rested, and saw that the time was almost over, Song Zhonghe went downstairs to eat something casually and returned to the venue.

When I came here, I hadn't appeared yet. When I left, I quietly left from the back door. After two or three hours, at this moment, outside the venue of the Little Giant Dome was filled with tents or stalls sitting on the ground. The vendors shouted in a Taiwanese accent: "Girls' Generation official glow stick! 5oo pieces per piece! First come first served!"

"The same pillow as Girls' Generation! Taeyeon, Yoona, Jessica!"

"It's sold! The Japanese specialty spelling is sold at a cheap price!"

...

All kinds of people and all kinds of voices made the atmosphere of this concert suddenly come out.

As the fans gradually became more and more, their eyes swept across the stalls from time to time, and they also became interested. They bought one or two pieces around, and even had pillows with Xiuying's face printed on them.

I felt embarrassed to stuff everything into the gift bag, holding only a long lightsaber-shaped glow stick and the official short stick glow stick. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, people began to play the songs of Shao Shi, and the interest was getting up, and some people gathered in the light to dance.

Song Zhonghe was very happy and felt that the people he saw were so simple and happy.

Then, as time slipped away little by little, from when the sounds in the crowd disappeared, everyone held their breath and stood outside the door obediently, waiting for the news of entering the venue.

With a "creak", the security guards in the venue seemed to be facing a great enemy, opened the door with a cold face, and fans entered one after another.

Song Zhonghe was wrapped in a crowd and walked inside half-voluntarily and half-forcedly.

From afar, he saw a pink column of light lit up in the main venue.

The concert begins!

Half-responsible, Song Zhonghe was wrapped in a crowd and entered the main venue of the small dome.

The crowd began to disperse and diverted to the various entrances. Song Zhonghe took out his ticket and looked carefully: the first floor a1 entrance.

Holding a bag in his hand, holding the glow stick in his hand, he found the entrance to the ticket check.

"Please show your tickets and accept our security."

The security officer yelled loudly over and over again.

"Sorry, the camera is not allowed to be brought into the venue. Please temporarily store it with our staff and come and collect it after the concert."

In the two or three people in front of him, a girl was holding the security guard's hand and begging: "Please, uncle, I will never take pictures."

The security guard's mouth raised slightly. Although he didn't say anything, his intention to believe was fully exposed.

"Please cooperate with our work, otherwise I will have to invite you out."

The security guard mercilessly broke the girl's delusion, took her hand and things, and went to the storage room inside.

The team then began to move forward, and Song Zhonghe kept listening to the sounds coming from the front: selfie sticks, light signs, mineral water... All things that do not meet the concert security regulations were checked out one by one and were never allowed to be taken into the venue.

I just bought some normal surroundings outside the venue, and there were no prohibited items. Song Zhonghe stored the cumbersome things, passed the security check smoothly, and entered the venue.

No. 5 in the first row, which is slightly right under the stage. This is basically the best ticket that can be obtained. **The company has managed the internal interception of tickets.

Finding his place, Song Zhonghe breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to look around.

After the seats in the infield, most of the seats have been seated for 6 times, and only a few positions are left without anyone coming.

Beside them, there were two girls sitting in No. 3 and No. 1 that were over. To Song Zhonghe’s surprise, there was a brazen tripod for photography in front of them, with a SLR camera that looked very high-end. The two were debugging the machine for photography.

Song Zhonghe looked carefully and saw that the two girls were not old, with a blue sign hanging on their chests, which should be the work permit of the staff.

"Strange, in the seat?"

Song Zhonghe muttered to himself, but he didn't think much about it.

It seemed that his eyes were too explicit. The girl sitting in seat No. 1 turned her head and happened to meet Song Jong Hyuk's gaze.

Song Zhonghe nodded awkwardly and smiled and signaled. However, the girl seemed to have seen something disgusting, and poked another girl who was still debugging the machine with a disgusting expression.

"The uncle next to him looks so naughty."

The smile on Song Zhonghe's face froze.

Another girl turned her head and took a look when she heard this, quickly avoided her, nodded to her companion: "Yes, yes, let's be careful in a while."

"That..." Song Zhonghe felt that he could no longer think that he hadn't heard it. He noticed that they were speaking Korean, so he directly interjected: "I'm only 23 years old, I'm not an uncle."

"...I'm sorry, we're rude..." I thought the other party didn't understand, so I dared to say it blatantly, but I didn't expect that Song Zhonghe could understand Korean. The two girls were completely caught and bowed their heads to apologize in shame.

"It doesn't matter, girls should be careful when they are abroad." Song Zhonghe generously expressed his forgiveness.

"Sir, are you Korean too?" The two girls asked a little while listening to the familiar language.

"Yes," Song Zhonghe nodded with a smile: "I made a special trip to Erfei to watch the Girls' Generation concert."

"Wow, what do you call this Oppa? It's really crazy! "After finding a fellow girl, the two girls were suddenly excited, and the sense of distance and alienation between them disappeared instantly.

"My name is Song Zhonghe, just call me Zhonghe Oba." Song Zhonghe honestly said his name.

"...Zhong He Oba, we don't call our real names when we meet each other." The girl in the No. 1 who had been talking to Song Zhonghe said a little embarrassedly.

Another girl from No. 3 also smiled and said, "Yes, fan circles are quite taboo about their real identity. My name is f1yingpeta1s, and others call me Feijie. Her name is shiningsmi1e, fan circle identity fairy."

"Wow, Sister Fei, Fairy, it seems that both of them are amazing people!" Song Zhonghe sighed and praised.

"Where? I just like my sisters simply, and I have time and money, so I have paid more than others." The two girls were a little embarrassed by Song Zhonghe's praise: "Zhong He Oba, have you also flew from you to Taiwan from you?"
To be continued...