Chapter 206 |
Ten seconds left in the countdown to snatch tickets for the Wheel of Fate concert.
Yu Ruo stared intently at the screen, silently watching the time slowly tick down. At the very last second, he swiftly pressed the snatch button. The one-time ticket-snatching code he had begged a student from the neighboring college to write for him instantly locked onto a relatively front-row infield ticket.
Congratulations, you have successfully grabbed a ticket!
Yu Ruo breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. I did it!
His roommate cheered and clapped. Congratulations, you have just defeated 99% of the Biandou fans across the country who are currently fighting for tickets.
Yu Ruo replied, Stop being so glib.
His roommate propped up his face, looked at his expression, and clicked his tongue. There's still a month before the concert starts, and you're already smiling so cheaply. Your heart has already flown over there, hasn't it? Do you still have the mind to do your practice questions?
Those are two different things, it won't interfere. Yu Ruo took a screenshot of the successful ticket purchase interface and sent it to the Biandou big fans group. The group was full of people who had failed to get a ticket, all wailing in agony.
Damn it!! Another one got it! I refuse to accept this, let's snatch again if you have the guts! We will fight for another three hundred rounds.
Those who got tickets must give me beautiful live photos straight out of the camera, take pictures, take pictures, ahhhhh! If anyone's photography equipment isn't good enough, I can lend you mine and deliver it right to your door!!
While wailing, they frantically contacted other channels to see if there were any tickets available for resale.
You must see how our baby's condition is, whether the injuries from the car accident have healed, and if that damn talent agency is exploiting him again.
Yes, yes, yes, I'm really worried that our baby is seriously injured, and the agency is only holding this concert to squeeze out his last bit of value, making him force himself onto the stage. Has that damn agency done few evil things in the past?
...
Yu Ruo's expression turned serious: I will definitely keep an eye out.
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The day of the concert.
A sea of people.
By the time Yu Ruo squeezed into his seat, even though it was late autumn, he had managed to break a sweat. After sitting down, he looked around.
There were people of all age groups, mostly girls, each holding a newly distributed official light stick, chattering about something.
At exactly seven o'clock in the evening.
The surrounding lights suddenly dimmed.
The noisy arena gradually quieted down. Two young girls next to Yu Ruo lowered their voices, sounding nervous and expectant, I'm so excited, I don't know why...
A deep cello note sounded.
He's coming, he's coming!
Eternal 2, Biandou's hit song!
Two beams of light shone towards the center, and a figure appeared in the middle of the pitch-black stage.
Dark brown hair, clean and sharp styling, with a few strands of bangs highlighted in a misty color.
A silvery-white vintage extra-long windbreaker dragged slightly on the floor. Illuminated by the lights, the material looked sparkling, like the Milky Way flowing onto the ground.
Underneath was a super low V-neck light gray sheer inner top. A pearl fishbone necklace and a silver cross necklace were layered together, leaving his chest in full view.
The colors seemed a bit monotonous, but from another angle, the two layered necklaces reflected iridescent colors under the light, low-key yet dazzling.
The moment he appeared, his closed eyes opened, then curved into a shallow smile as he greeted, Hello, everyone.
The screams at the scene blew the roof off:
Biandou!!
Mommy Biandou loves you!!
Baby, your sister is here to see you, ahhhh so handsome, baby!
So handsome, so handsome, his styling is so different from usual!
No, no, no, it's not just the styling that's different. Don't you feel that Biandou himself is different somehow? Oh, I can't quite put it into words, but it's just that feeling... so handsome!
Yu Ruo kept his eyes glued to the idol on the stage and the big screen.
He was different; he seemed to have an indescribable aura about him that he didn't have before.
The prelude to the first song was about to end, and the screams in the arena were still rising and falling. After the young man on the stage put his in-ear monitors back on, he raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced from the corner of his eye, and pressed his left index finger to his lips, Shh...
Don't speak.
The entire venue instantly fell silent.
Those few faint, non-threatening words, accompanied by the increasingly dense drumbeats, seemed to carry a sense of oppression, making people's hearts pound.
The girl next to Yu Ruo covered her mouth, stomped her feet excitedly, then clutched her chest and let out a soft curse: Fuck, my maternal love is about to mutate.
The river quietly flowing in the sky...
A low, soft singing voice sounded.
This song, Eternal 2, was adapted from his debut track. Compared to Eternal 1, which had a stronger style and drumbeat, it was warmer and more soothing. Other than being very difficult to sing, it had no flaws.
The first song followed tradition, and the second song warmed up the crowd.
Simple and rousing, the rap was catchy, and the electric guitar, drum kit, and the sonorous suona that suddenly rang out during the chorus pushed the atmosphere of the scene to its first climax!
The fans sang along, and the venue completely heated up.
The young man on stage broke into a thin layer of sweat. The light gray sheer inner shirt clung to his skin, revealing faint glimpses of his fair complexion and the contours of his abdominal muscles. His breathing was slightly hurried, and some sequins had fallen onto his collarbones, twinkling brightly.
People below began to shout excitedly: Aren't you hot wearing something so thick!! Take off the windbreaker!
Someone go up and strip my baby's windbreaker off!
Ahhhhh, that windbreaker is such an eyesore!
Qu Dubian loosened his ear monitor and finally heard what they were shouting.
Such a uniform demand made the young man on the big screen freeze for a few seconds, then he smiled helplessly, Do you really want to see me take my clothes off on stage?
The fans offstage waved frantically.
We want to see!
We want to see, we want to see!
We'll throw a tantrum if we don't see it!!
Yu Ruo muttered, I'm not like them; I mainly just want to see if you have any injuries on your body.
Alright.
The young man on stage took off his windbreaker and tossed it aside.
He said jokingly, It's cold. If everyone has seen enough, please take pity on me and let me know so I can put it back on.
Ahhhhhhh!
The scene was like boiling water poured into a pot of hot oil. Like the gorgeous lights, it exploded cracklingly, and the fans shouted until their voices almost cracked.
The atmosphere was as fiery and passionate as could be, completely driving away the chill of the late autumn night.
Backstage.
Qu Dubian's manager felt a deep heartache, Why is he listening to the fans so much? That costs extra!
He beat his chest and stomped his feet for a while, then contacted the professional photographer in charge of taking candid shots.
Shoot! Take a few more pictures! We must produce god-tier photos this time.
When the time comes, pick a few and have Little Qu post them on Weibo to engage with fans. Every bit of popularity counts!
Make sure to record the sentence he just said. I feel like releasing it will seduce... attract more casual fans. Water, honey water, hurry up and get it ready, he still needs to drink!
The stage was passionate, and the backstage was chaotic.
A concert lasted two and a half hours, and by 9:30 PM, the last song had also ended.
Only about half an hour of the fan interaction segment remained.
The windbreaker that had been taken off was draped back over his shoulders. Qu Dubian drank a cup of honey water to soothe his throat, and Yangyang, the host who controlled the pace and atmosphere of the interaction segment, stepped onto the stage.
Hello, Teacher Qu! Hello, little Biandous~
After a brief self-introduction in a few words, Yangyang blinked and said with a smile, Just like before, we will draw numbers to come on stage and interact! You can get autographs, ask questions, and receive small gifts. As for whether you can get a hug... Teacher Qu?
Qu Dubian said, It depends on everyone's wishes. I am fine with anything, after all, I just took off my jacket.
The fans in the stands burst into laughter.
A total of ten fans were drawn.
Wearing a flawless professional smile and the dedicated attitude of a top-tier idol, Qu Dubian welcomed the fans one by one.
Biandou, are you fully recovered now?
I am all better.
Baby, you are absolutely amazing! My whole family loves you. Can you come home with me? What color sack do you prefer?
I like colorful sacks. Bring a few more next time, and I can even sign them, writing Exclusively for bagging Biandou.
Fans: Hahahaha!
Autographs were given out one by one, and the remaining spots grew fewer until only the last one was left.
Yu Ruo glanced at his seat number: A4, 32.
He had been thrilled when he snatched the ticket, because 32 was the number of years Emperor Yonghe had reigned.
He sighed softly.
As expected, he just did not have that kind of luck...
Who has A4, 32? The young man on stage drew a slip of paper from the box, looked up after reading it, and said, Please come up to the stage.
Yu Ruo froze in surprise.
The girl next to him poked him with a mix of envy and jealousy. Bestie! Hurry up and go!
Yu Ruo hurriedly let out an oh, straightened his clothes, and quickly made his way up to the stage.
The dim lights flickered. Walking under the gaze of so many people, his heartbeat gradually accelerated. After stepping up the final, narrow stair, his view suddenly opened up.
He did not notice that the moment the lights fully illuminated him, the expression of his idol on stage flickered with a momentary, stunned realization.
The host handed him a microphone and smiled, It is a very handsome male fan! Do you have anything you want to say to Teacher Qu?
Aside from a little nervousness, Yu Ruo showed no stage fright. Of course, but many people before me have already asked the questions I had in mind. My main purpose for coming here was just to confirm that Teacher Qu is safe and sound.
After watching this concert, I know that you are doing very well, so there is no need to ask those questions anymore. But I do have one last question, he asked curiously. Why is this concert called Cycle of Destiny? Does it have a special meaning? Neither Teacher Qu nor the official team has explained this.
The large screen projected the silhouettes of the two of them, standing together under the spotlight in the same time and space.
His gaze fell upon Yu Ruo.
Flashes of past times and spaces, or perhaps various scenes from dreams, darted before his eyes: a life-and-death struggle at the Thread of Sky gorge, drinking and chatting on the roof under the moonlight, and a tragic parting of life and death at the Pear Blossom Banquet.
The crisp scent of wine still seemed to linger at the tip of his nose, and the farewell under a city full of falling pear blossoms, drifting down like snow, was still vivid in his mind.
The unforgettable memories etched into his bones from a thousand years ago had all turned to dust in the snap of a finger.
Qu Dubian suddenly felt a disorienting sense of confusion.
Yu Ruo waited for several seconds but did not receive an answer from the latter, making him feel a bit frustrated with himself.
Was his question too tricky? Maybe Biandou just came up with the name casually, without any deeper meaning.
Yu Ruo cleared his throat, getting ready to ask again.
Qu Dubian raised his hand. The reason I used the name Cycle of Destiny is so that, if I ever met an old friend again, I could say...
Yu Ruo looked up.
In the dazzling lights, the young man before him offered a gentle smile.
Long time no see.
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