booktalesy Chapter 105 King of the Scene
Chapter 105 King of the Scene
Chapter 105 King of the Scene
The night in Chengdu is like a pot of red oil that has been boiled.
It was hot, humid, and restless.
Above the provincial stadium, massive searchlight beams pierced the clouds, but could not cut through the thick, almost dripping, frenzied atmosphere.
This is no concert.
This was clearly a large-scale open-air karaoke event with tens of thousands of participants, plus a group sauna.
Center stage.
The man with his signature long hair and sunglasses was sweating profusely.
His electric guitar was still roaring, and the standing fan in front of him was blowing his long hair wildly.
That raw, unpretentious rock vibe made the top-of-the-line sound equipment, worth hundreds of thousands, sound like the boisterous atmosphere of drinking and playing drinking games at a roadside food stall.
five hundred.
The king of the scene.
The song ended.
Wu Bai stopped moving, his weathered face glistening with sweat. He didn't rush to start the next song, but instead took a breath while holding the microphone, his eyes behind his sunglasses scanning the entire audience.
"Are you tired?"
He asked in his signature Mandarin with a strong Minnan accent.
"Not tired at all!!!"
The unanimous responses from the 50,000 to 60,000 people in the audience created a deafening roar that made the eardrums of the security guards in the first row ring.
I don't believe it.
Wu Bai laughed and wiped the sweat from his face: "I'm exhausted, how could you guys not be? Just now, when you sang 'Evening Breeze,' you were all singing louder than me, I couldn't even hear my own voice."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.
This is the unique feature of the 500 Concert – you buy a ticket to sing for 500.
He slung five hundred guitars over his back, rested his hands on the microphone stand, and his tone suddenly became mysterious: "The show is already halfway through tonight. According to the rules, shouldn't we do something different?"
The cheers from the audience instantly rose an octave.
Everyone knows that the guest appearance segment at 500's concerts is often full of surprises.
Sitting in the center of the first row of the VIP section, Huang Yuxi had completely lost the composure she usually displayed as a university counselor.
She was wearing a support T-shirt with 500's portrait printed on it, and her already impressive figure made the T-shirt fit perfectly. She was waving two glow sticks in her hand, her face was flushed, and her eyes were full of enthusiasm.
"Five hundred! Five hundred! Five hundred!"
She shouted along with the rhythm until her voice became hoarse.
Wu Bai gestured for everyone to be quiet.
"This friend of mine has been quite something lately."
Wu Bai paused, his tone a mix of teasing and admiration: "For the past month or so, whether I'm looking at the news on my phone, watching videos, or even just listening to my staff chat, all I hear is his name."
"He's a rising star, but what he does is really spicy!"
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Wu Bai gave a thumbs up and pointed to his chest: "I like him a lot too, because we both climbed up from the bottom. I know that feeling, and I know how difficult it is to stay true to yourself in this turbulent environment."
The voice just fell.
The previously noisy discussion below the stage suddenly and eerily stopped for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a name began to rang out sporadically in the crowd, then quickly converged into a stream, and finally became an overwhelming tsunami.
"Xiao Ming?!"
"Holy crap! Could it be Cheng Ming?"
"Is that really Xiaoming? What a dream collaboration!"
"Damn! The ticket was worth it!"
Hearing the deafening shouts around her, Huang Yuxi was stunned.
The glow stick in her hand froze in mid-air, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, and her heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Although she knew that Cheng Ming was incredibly popular recently.
But when she actually confirmed that the name would appear on this stage, next to her idol, the sheer shock still made her feel dizzy.
Has he really reached this level?
on the stage.
Seeing the reaction from the audience, Wu Bai nodded in satisfaction. No longer keeping them in suspense, he waved his hand and pointed to the back of the stage: "Looks like everyone's guessed it already!"
"Now, let's give a warm round of applause to the recently viral sensation, the one who brings the most surprises to everyone, Xiaoming, Cheng Ming!!!"
"boom--!"
Several spotlights instantly focused on the exit at the back of the stage.
Dry ice spray rises into the air.
Amidst the near-frenzied screams of fifty to sixty thousand people, a figure slowly emerged.
There were no glamorous costumes or exaggerated styling.
Cheng Ming was wearing a simple white shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows, loose black cargo pants, and on his feet—surprisingly, a pair of canvas shoes.
But his face.
Under the illumination of those top-notch spotlights, and when the image was clearly projected onto the large screen, the scene inevitably paused for a second, experiencing a "visual assault."
He's so damn handsome.
This kind of handsomeness isn't the kind that's overly made-up and effeminate; rather, it's an overwhelming sense of youthful energy and roguish charm.
Cheng Ming walked to the center of the stage, looking at the dark mass of people in front of him, without the slightest hint of stage fright.
He even raised an eyebrow at the camera, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Hello, Teacher Wu Bai, hello everyone, I am Cheng Ming."
He took the microphone, and his voice, clear and magnetic, carried a nonchalant languor throughout the venue through the speakers.
"Oh, I've finally met you in person!"
He strode over, without any airs, and gave Cheng Ming a solid hug.
He patted Cheng Ming on the back with a strong pat: "Young man, you look even more energetic than in the video! Your height is putting a lot of pressure on me."
Cheng Ming smiled and released his hand, bowing slightly and adopting a humble posture: "Teacher, what you're saying is true. Height isn't important; it's your aura that matters. When you stand here, your two-meter-eight aura makes me look almost like Xiao Si (a nickname for a child).
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wu Bai was amused and pointed the microphone at Cheng Ming: "See? I told you this kid's got a sharp tongue, didn't I? I've watched those videos online, especially the recent driving school trilogy, it's so cool, I love it!"
The audience burst into laughter again.
Who would have thought that the first exchange between the godfather of rock and the king of internet memes would be so harmonious?
"Now that we're here, we can't just chat all the time."
After hanging up the five hundred guitars again, he looked at Cheng Ming with a look of both testing and expectation: "Cheng Ming, you can play the guitar, right? Your performance was very professional."
"I know a little, I know a little."
"Don't be modest, come on, give him a guitar!"
Five hundred waved his hand.
The staff immediately jogged over and brought over an electric guitar.
Cheng Ming took the guitar, skillfully hung it on his body, and tried out two notes.
Crisp and full.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.
Wu Bai's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Not bad, those gestures are obviously from a professional. Well then, since we're in Chengdu tonight, let's do something more down-to-earth."
Wu Bai turned around, facing the purple sea of flowers, and shouted, "Everyone, what's the next song?!"
"A sudden realization of myself!!!"
"Norwegian Wood!!!"
"Wanderer's Love Song!!!"
Various shouts rose and fell.