Just when Chu Tian was about to say sothing more, soone suddenly stood up in the audience and walked towards the exit. It was as if a switch had been flipped; one after another, people started standing up, intending to leave. Chu Tian knew these people were probably disenchanted fans, and they might even turn from fans into haters. It was already rational of them not to cause a scene.
Although he had anticipated this mont when Xu Qingqiu wanted to announce their relationship publicly, his eyes still dimd when he faced it. In this lancholy, there was a sense of helplessness in his heart; even as a transmigrator, he wasn’t omnipotent. But more than that, he felt a deep sorrow for Xu Qingqiu. How saddened must she be, watching her own fans walk out during the very concert that marked her coback?
Thinking this, Chu Tian turned to look at Xu Qingqiu, only to et her sparkling eyes. Xu Qingqiu was smiling at him, her gaze seemingly never having left him, calm and serene, her smile filled with warmth.
"Shall we sing a song together?" Xu Qingqiu asked him, beaming.
Chu Tian paused for a mont, then smiled as well. "Sure, what do you want to sing?"
"Oh, so many! Like those two songs you taught the other day. I want my fans to hear them too, is that okay?"
Seeing Xu Qingqiu still playful and cute, seemingly unaffected by the situation, Chu Tian also began to relax.
"Of course, but I haven’t prepared the music..."
"It’s okay, I’ve prepared it!"
"Huh?"
While Chu Tian was still stunned, Xu Qingqiu signaled to the band leader, and soon the music started.
When had all this been prepared? He had only written a simple score for this song initially; it was sothing he’d whimsically produced while fixing a guitar. He never expected Xu Qingqiu to bring it out now, not only wanting to sing it with him but also having the arrangent done. Although it was different from his previous life’s version, he was all too familiar with the overall lody; after all, Jay Chou’s songs were incredibly familiar to him. The key question was, when had they prepared this? What role exactly had Sister Hua played in all this? Xu Qingqiu preparing "My Future Style" to promote his TV drama was surprise enough, followed by the subtle public declaration with "The Light Runner." That was the first layer. The second layer was the surprise he had prepared for Xu Qingqiu: the song "Inverse" as a direct confession. And it seed Sister Hua indeed hadn’t told Xu Qingqiu. But now? A duet that confird their relationship—was this another surprise from Xu Qingqiu? A third layer? Right, we’re playing with nesting dolls here, aren’t we?
"Huh? What’s going on? Why is the music playing again?"
"Xu Qingqiu is going to sing a new song! It seems like it’s a gift from that guy."
"Quick, quick, stop looking around! President Xu is singing a new song! Listen, listen!"
Many in the audience still had their eyes on those leaving. So were watching the spectacle, so were hesitating, and others had even more complex feelings. Many fans, in particular, couldn’t help but ask themselves: did they like her music, her as a person, or perhaps both?
But as music once again filled the stage, so snapped back to reality, looking surprised, while others were prompted by their companions or those around them to stop contemplating and pay attention. The departures were, ultimately, a minority. Most people stayed, whether indifferent or simply unwilling to waste their ticket money.
When they heard the music start up again, everyone instantly perked up their ears, curiously watching the two on stage. As if in a trance, everyone suddenly realized that these two truly seed well-matched. One beautiful and graceful, the other handso and tall—perhaps such a combination wasn’t unacceptable after all.
And the more carefree folks had even started shipping the couple.
"Wow, they really suit each other! A perfect pair!"
"Damn, he’s handso and she’s beautiful! What a divine couple!"
"The thing is, not only does she sing beautifully, but he sang really well just now too!"
"Stop with ’the guy’ and ’the girl.’ That handso dude is Chu Tian! I’m already a fan, but unfortunately, there’s no info about him online."
"Sis, aren’t you going a bit far? He just showed up, he’s President Xu’s boyfriend, and this is President Xu’s concert! That’s not right, is it?"
"What’s wrong with that? I’m a fan of his looks. Let them date if they want. Aren’t we all one big family? Why would I get jealous?"
"Besides, don’t you know you have to strike while the iron is hot? If I don’t act fast, a fan club will be up by tonight, and then I won’t be a founding mber!"
"...Unbelievable..."
"That’s nothing. There’s even crazier stuff. Look, his super topic is already up, and it has over three thousand ntions now. That ans out of the ten thousand-plus people here, at least a few hundred have joined it!"
"Damn!..."
The nearby audience mber was dumbfounded looking at the page on the other person’s phone. What is with fans these days? How can one be more outrageous than the next? How long has it even been since Chu Tian showed his face? Ten full minutes? In such a short ti, you superficial fans are this quick? Just seeing his face and knowing his na, and the super topic is already created? Give it a little more ti, and will a Wikipedia page, a forum, and fan communities all be set up too? No wonder they said a fan club might appear later; looking at this, it seems very likely. Isn’t this way too absurd?
"It’s a sha. I just don’t know when Chu Tian will debut. He doesn’t even have a Weibo account. There’s nowhere to check in and follow him. This is tough..."
Chu Tian was oblivious to the outrageous actions of these appearance-obsessed fans. He focused on listening to the backing track in his in-ear monitor on stage and imdiately recognized which song it was. Although his thoughts had been in turmoil just monts before, habit took over, and he quickly engrossed himself in singing.
"Can’t sleep in the middle of the night, humming my feelings into a song,
I can only go to the rooftop to find another dream."
He had heard it countless tis in his previous life, and even though the arrangent was different, his singing was still effortless.
"Woken in my sleep, I’m still not sure,
How such moving lodies could co from the rooftop opposite.
I quietly closed the door, taking hope with as I climbed,
Only to find it was the person who often appears in my dreams."
The audience below watched the two, their gazes almost lting into each other. Those with partners were already exchanging knowing glances. But the single audiences suddenly felt a pang of hurt, their expressions filled with misery.
"Damn, this is brutal! This isn’t a concert, it’s a butcher shop for single people! Luring us in just to torture us with PDA—it’s too much!"
"I can’t take it anymore, guys! I want to fall in love! I want to kiss soone! What do I do?"
"Really? Can I be the one?"
"Gay guys, get lost! Don’t even think about touching !"
So audience mbers were being lovey-dovey below the stage, so single audiences were crying their eyes out, while so gay n were ecstatic, their eyes gleaming...
"Singing your song on the rooftop,
On the rooftop with the one I love.
Let the stars adorn the most romantic night,
Embracing this mont, may every minute, every second, stand still.
Love begins to entwine..."
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