Chapter 232 Just don’t “punish” [Please vote for me~]

The banquet hall is not big, but it is very warmly decorated. A gathering of 100 people is like meeting friends, and everyone is only one step away from the stage.

There was no red tape, and Yan Fuguang didn't even need a host. She appeared in front of everyone alone, wearing simple clothes.

"Good afternoon~"

The rising tail notes and her smile broke into everyone's hearts. The scene was still for a second, and then the stage was instantly flooded with happy shouts.

Because the soundproofing of the hotel was very good, Yan Fuguang did not stop them and allowed everyone to vent their excitement and excitement.

It is the first time for everyone here to see Yan Fuguang himself. No matter how many times they have fantasized about the scene of meeting each other, it is still only one ten thousandth of the time.

When someone you've loved for a long time suddenly appears, many people will be so excited that they shed tears.

Just like now, almost all the people in the front row were crying, covering their mouths, waving wildly, and shouting Yan Fuguang's name.

"Don't cry."

But Yan Fuguang's words were of no use at this time, and everyone even cried harder after she spoke.

"How about I grant you three wishes?"

As soon as Yan Fuguang finished speaking, 100 pairs of eyes looked at her. Although there were still some sobbing, most people's attention was immediately attracted.

The brave ones asked directly: "Is it okay to wish for anything?"

Yan Fuguang directly found the girl who spoke bravely and asked with a smile: "You don't have any wrong ideas, do you?"

The girl immediately burst into tears and smiled, waving her hands quickly: "No, no, no unwanted thoughts, just a hug and I'll be satisfied!"

Yan Fuguang waved to her, and the girl said in disbelief: "Me? Let me pass?"

Seeing Yan Fuguang nod, the girl immediately trotted to Yan Fuguang and looked at her expectantly.

Yan Fuguang smiled and hugged her: "This is not a wish."

The girl's hands and feet were so excited that she even forgot to hug her back. Her breath was filled with a fragrant smell. She couldn't tell what brand of perfume it was, but it was very special and made her very happy.

Envy, so envious, the remaining 99 people are regretting why it was not themselves who spoke out just now!

"How about randomly selecting three people and giving each one a wish?"

There were a lot of "good"s ringing around, so what's not to be satisfied with? Based on their understanding of Yan Fuguang, as long as it doesn't break the law or violate public order and good customs, as long as you dare to say something, she will definitely do it if she agrees.

"Who to choose?"

In fact, just as they thought, Yan Fuguang didn't care what fans would ask for, as long as they didn't "punish" him.

There were a hundred people at the scene, all holding up two hundred hands. She randomly selected one: "The fifth in the third row."

"Wow! Is it me? Is it me?" A boy stood up excitedly and asked around in disbelief.

He didn’t even need the staff to give him a microphone, he just shouted out: “Can Goddess Yan dance live? It’s the dance in the first episode of Yan·Film!”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Yan Fuguang could answer, he immediately shrank back to his seat and covered his face with his hands as if he was embarrassed.

Only then did everyone come back to their senses, and cheers broke out all at once. You are such a bold maniac, no wonder you covered your face, you are so presumptuous!

But!! They really want to see it too!!

Dance on the spot, how exciting it is!!

Everyone present claimed to be a fan of Yan Fuguang for ten years. They had watched the sensational dance video more than ten times. Everyone knew how lethal that dance was. If Yan Fuguang really danced live...

The cheers were gradually replaced by the sounds of swallowing saliva, and some people were already starting to have their hearts beat faster.

Yan Fuguang's expression didn't change much, and the smile still hung on her lips. She had already considered this request when she expressed it, and someone might make this request.

In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of dance she dances, but...

"Are you sure?" Yan Fuguang looked at the boy with his head buried like an ostrich.

I saw the "ostrich" quickly raised his head and shouted for confirmation, and then buried his head in the sand again.

She smiled: "Then dance."

Everyone was expecting her to agree, but when she actually agreed, they were the ones who blushed.

In just a few minutes when Yan Fuguang went to change his clothes, the news was spread to the whole Internet by the impatient fans at the scene.

Although only 100 people were invited to the meeting, it was the first fan event held by Yan Fuguang since his debut, and the level of attention from netizens was much higher than everyone imagined.

In order to allow the invited fans to enjoy this happiness exclusively, Yan Fuguang refused even Lightning’s simultaneous live broadcast. You can imagine how curious those who couldn’t come would be.

Now that Yan Fuguang has agreed to perform that mesmerizing dance live, who can resist the urge to show off?

Some people even took out the gimbal from their bags. The official broadcast will not be broadcast live, we will broadcast it ourselves. After all, the people who come also shoulder the expectations of thousands of fans.

For example, the "ostrich" just now is fidgeting with the video equipment. Although his face is still red, and I don't know if he is more shy or excited, it is obvious that he is also a member who shoulders a heavy responsibility.

Although this is a small stage temporarily transformed from the banquet hall, Xingchen is not careless at all, and a complete set of small lighting equipment is provided.

The lights in the venue were all dark except for a beam of light in the central area, which was also mixed with gray and dark blue. This familiar atmosphere instantly brought the audience back to the day when they first turned on the video, that breathtaking scene.

It comes out as soon as you feel it.

Zhang Yuanyuan and Mo Yun were both at the scene. Seeing a row of mobile phones and cameras, Zhang Yuanyuan couldn't help but ask: "Is this really okay?"

Mo Yun knew what Zhang Yuanyuan wanted to say.

Although all the people here are fans, no one knows their specific identities. Maybe there are anchors or Internet celebrities among them. Even if there are not, any person at the scene can live broadcast to Yan Fuguang for two hours, and how many fans will he gain in two hours?

It's not difficult at all.

Zhang Yuanyuan also didn’t want Yan Fuguang to be taken advantage of without his knowledge.

Mo Yun said helplessly: "Do you think she doesn't know this? I asked her before if she wanted to ban video equipment from entering the venue, but she refused."

"Why?" Zhang Yuanyuan didn't understand.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yun turned around and glanced at her: "I don't understand either. Maybe this is what she understands as giving back to fans? I invite you to come. As for whether you watch it by yourself or with a group of people, I don't care. You are happy

That’s fine.”

"Then it's better for us to broadcast it and ensure the quality of the shooting."

"Don't look at me. It doesn't matter what I say. I can only take care of you. I can't take care of your little ancestor."

Despite what Mo Yun said, Zhang Yuanyuan knew how much she felt for Yan Fuguang.

Okay, if you want to take pictures, just take them. The main character doesn’t care, so she can just be an audience member.

I prepared 8,000 words, but one chapter was posted ahead of schedule by mistake, and I also got the chapter title wrong. I was so stupid that I cried!
Chapter completed!