Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

"It seems the Deyun Club is really selecting its audience. This is completely contrary to the original Deyun Club. They begged for audiences back then but couldn't get them, and now they're kicking them out. It's a bit ironic."

Yue Yunpeng was doing a live broadcast, and with the support of his master, he was not afraid at all.

On the other side, Guo Qilin sighed while watching the live broadcast at home.

He lamented that Master Yu Qian was outspoken.

"This is also a strategy. Now that I can't control so many passers-by and fans, I might as well manage my old fans well, otherwise it will all be for nothing in the end."

"That's true. Living off your savings will keep you going forever, not to mention you'll have more opportunities abroad."

Guo Qilin didn't plan to watch the live broadcast anymore. It was boring, just singing and chatting, so he switched to something else.

Now that the concert is approaching, he doesn't need to promote it through live broadcast. His reputation is there, so there won't be any mistakes.

As soon as the video switched to another one, the sound of He He's favorite cartoon appeared.

As soon as it appeared, a sound came from the bedroom.

"Dad, I want to watch cartoons too."

"Do your homework. We'll talk about it after you finish it. You'll have fun during summer vacation."

As a father, you know how cute the little girl is.

I'm just a little nervous about my second child.

I don’t know whether it is a boy or a girl, or how to educate him in the future.

It's easy to deal with one child, but with two children, a certain degree of fairness must be achieved, otherwise he himself will become an example.

"Where's Mommy?"

He He was still doing homework in her bedroom, but she was having a conversation with her father outside.

"I went out with your aunt. It's okay with your grandma watching over me."

"Buying food?"

"All you do all day is eat. You'll know when you're eating. Hurry up and write. You haven't finished writing by the time you're eating. You're really struggling."

"Oh."

The little girl stopped talking and was doing her homework diligently. Now she is no longer the kid in kindergarten. She is already in the second grade of elementary school and will soon be in the third grade.

While he was speaking, there was movement at the door.

Deng Ziqi, Deng Yiling and Deng's mother came back from shopping. As soon as they came back, the little girl who had been doing her homework obediently immediately became naughty.

He ran out in a flash.

The smile on the little face was about to burst out.

Asked hypocritically.

"Mom, what did you buy?"

"I knew you'd be the first one here, so I bought you some jelly and snacks. Go ahead and eat them. After you finish eating, do your homework quickly, okay?"

"know."

He He took the food to eat, while Guo Qilin began to care about his wife. Although it was only over a month, almost two months, it was necessary to protect the pregnancy.

"Don't worry about me. I've given birth once and have experience. It's okay for me to exercise moderately."

"Be careful. After the concert, I'll put some work aside to be with you."

"Great, I'll use my pregnancy time to write my science fiction novel and album. Can you give me some advice?"

The couple is about to have their second child and their relationship has always been very close.

Yu Qian seemed to be a good match. The young couple should always be together. They were busy with work before.

Missing for the first half of the year, missing for the second half of the year.

As a result, He He had no choice but to come to her own home.

Now the little girl can pester her parents to buy food every day.

"Let me see what vegetables I bought. I'll cook today."

Yu Qian couldn't wait and was ready to take the vegetables they bought.

Deng's mother was also willing to cook, after all, she had agreed to come over to take care of the family. "Teacher Yu, let me do it. You should take a break from cooking and see how my cooking skills are."

After hearing that, what else could he do? He could only nod and sit down again. After sitting down, he seemed a little helpless and could only drink the tea one sip at a time.

Guo Qilin laughed beside him. Not to mention that he couldn't do it today, his wife would have few chances of getting pregnant in the future. Deng's mother had already planned to move in for a while.

And time passes quickly.

The first thing that will come in June is his concert.

The venue is the Workers' Stadium.

One show has 50,000 people, and three shows have 150,000 people.

On the day of the concert.

Fans from all over the country came to Yanjing just to watch Guo Qilin's concert.

Today, Guo Qilin’s influence is no longer what it used to be. As long as he holds a concert, his fans will buy out the tickets.

In addition to the sold-out concert tickets, whenever there is a little bit of heat, the crosstalk street will also be packed.

It’s just as good as before.

"Dad, Dad, wake up~"

June 18th.

Before Guo Qilin got up, he heard the voice of his little girl.

For the concert, we spent a lot of time rehearsing yesterday and didn’t get back until the early morning.

It's impossible to wake up unless you sleep until eight o'clock.

Grab your daughter's soft little hand and put it aside.

"Let Dad lie down for a while. We have something important to do today."

"Okay, Dad, get up and eat later."

"understood."

No matter how naughty she is, my daughter is always cute.

However, before she left the room, a scream suddenly came from the kitchen outside.

Guo Qilin suddenly woke up and all his sleepiness disappeared. He ran over without even putting on his slippers.

He He was stunned. How could her father be like Superman and be so fast?

I quickly ran over.

As soon as he arrived at the kitchen, Guo Qilin was really scared, thinking something had happened. Fortunately, his wife did not fall down or anything, she was just cooking with a spatula.

"what happened?"

"Look, I accidentally poured too much."

When the husband walked over and took a look, according to his wife's personality, he would have screamed.

Make some scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sprinkle a lot of salt in it, and there is a small white piece.

"I think I used too much force."

Guo Qilin took the spatula and moved it slightly, vaguely feeling that the "pregnancy makes one stupid for three years" was beginning to take effect.

"What should I do? I can't eat it anymore. My first instinct was to stir-fry something to eat underneath. Now it's fine."

"It's okay, the ones on the surface can be scooped out, and the rest can be made into tomato and egg soup. Pour water into it, hehe!"

"Know it."

The little girl picked up a bowl, filled it with water from the faucet next to her, poured it in, and found that it was only slightly submerged.

Hurry up and get another bowl.

When I found it was not enough, I went to get another bowl.

"Can't you get a bigger bowl?"

Guo Qilin looked at his wife and daughter and wanted to laugh, as their train of thought was always different from his own.

It was almost poured, so I tasted it carefully.

"How is it?" Deng Ziqi asked curiously from the side.

"This... needs another bowl."

"Hahaha! That's way too much salt. It would have been much better if I had sprinkled sugar instead."

The family did not worry about this, but were happy to be together.

After a large pot of soup was cooked, they cooked some noodles again, and the family of three began their breakfast.

"Come on, let's eat."

There was a big pot full of it, and the family of three gathered around it, and cut some cooked beef from the refrigerator.

It is impossible for a family to live without meat.

Whenever it was time for dinner, my sister would always come on time. However, even when she entered the room, she was stunned and looked at the pot of soup on the table with some confusion.

I'm only two months pregnant, why does my appetite increase so much, so abnormally so?

"Don't just stand there, let's finish it together and eat more."

Guo Qilin picked up the bowl and made her a bowl of noodles, then put some more beef in it.

Deng Yiling is now almost the same as her sister and must be taken care of here.

Breakfast was finished in a short while.

Deng Ziqi rested for a while, then got up and went to his room to study his novel.

Her novel was actually based on one of her previous albums. It had a story and a framework, but since it was her first time writing it and she was a perfectionist, she didn't write many words.

Guo Qilin went to his own record company.

One day goes by.

Wait until evening.

Despite the scorching summer heat, crowds of people continued to gather around the Yanjing Workers' Stadium.

In the blink of an eye, the streets were empty and crowded with people shoulder to shoulder.

Fortunately, at around six o'clock, the audience passage was opened, and the crowd stranded outside was finally freed and began to pour in one after another. The fans who had just arrived saw what was happening and ran over.

Although the show was still more than an hour away, many fans of Guo Qilin couldn't help but want to go in and take a look early.

In addition to the fans who came actively, there was also a large group of relatives and friends invited by Guo Qilin.

Among the relatives and friends naturally is Yue Yunpeng, who will also be holding a concert next week.

He has never held a concert before, and he is confident but also not sure about his own concert, so he came here today to learn more about it.

As a result, when the car arrived at the parking lot near Gongti, we were dumbfounded.

Groups of people holding Guo Qilin's light boards and glow sticks quickly ran in to watch the concert.

That kind of heartfelt love and joy is not acted out.

Even the hot weather became comfortable because I could watch Guo Qilin sing.

"Dalin's talent and popularity are truly well-deserved. Fifty thousand people? If I had fifty thousand people coming, why would I even bother performing crosstalk? No wonder Zhang Yunlei wanted to hold a concert so badly. Just seeing the crowd makes my blood boil."

With a sigh, Yue Yunpeng got out of the car and walked into the venue with one or two friends.

As soon as we walked into the VIP area, other brothers from Huilin Society arrived as well, all with smiles on their faces.

"Brother Yue, you're here?"

Shaobing shouted.

Not only him, but also Yang Jiulang, Feng Zhaoyang, Yan Hexiang and Luan Yunping were all there. Among them, Yue Yunpeng was quite surprised to see Brother Luan.

He respected and admired Brother Luan the most. He hadn't seen him for a long time since he left the society.

Meeting again, I felt vaguely uncomfortable.

Because they were once good brothers, they were divided into two clubs.

"What's wrong? Are you still unhappy?"

Luan Yunping saw his expression and was a little puzzled.

"No, nothing, just some emotion. I never thought you would leave, but now I realize that you did leave."

Yue Yunpeng's words successfully made others laugh and they all made a few jokes.

But only Yue Yunpeng himself knows that Deyun Society is suffering more and more.

"what!!!"

A group of people were talking and chatting for a while, and suddenly the noisy and buzzing voices suddenly turned into a unified scream.

A group of fellow students turned their eyes towards the stage.

Guo Qilin appeared quietly from the elevator accompanied by a piano.

A beautiful and pleasant melody sounded.

Screams broke out again.

Just because the name of the song is "Moonlight"!
"Ah!!! 'Moonlight', Dalin is singing 'Moonlight', how rare!"

"Moonlight! Moonlight!"

"Guo Qilin! Guo Qilin!"

The shouts kept changing back and forth, as if no matter how they were shouted, it was not enough for the fans.

Yue Yunpeng looked at everything in front of him and got goosebumps. Now he fully understood why netizens scolded him.

Compared to Dalin, his concerts are just for show.

But he also has his own dreams and will never give up because of the abuse from outsiders. Besides, there are still a lot of people who like him.

"The color of moonlight, the fragrance of women~

Tears break the sword, how long is love~
How painful it is, no words can describe it~"

The concert was held in a 50,000-seat stadium. When Guo Qilin sang "Moonlight", the fans were instantly captivated. They stopped making noise and simply waved their support items while enjoying the song.

Wait till the climax.

"Who dares to break through the love barrier~

Looking at the bright moon, my heart feels sad~
Eternal hatred, taste of reincarnation ~
Close your eyes and see who is the craziest~"

When the most challenging singing part came out, the audience found it very pleasant to listen to, and Yue Yunpeng even wanted to exclaim in praise.

There are more than a dozen vibratos in one place, and his singing skills are amazing.

People are more infuriating than people.

It made him start to feel ashamed.

After the song was finished, Guo Qilin took his hands off the piano, stood up and faced all the fans with the microphone.

"Everyone, we've finished the first song. Let's use it as an opening verse. Let's calm everyone down before we begin the chorus! Are you ready?"

"Ready."

The stadium responded with a huge commotion.

"Childhood! Let's go!"

There was a boom.

The collective shouts of the fans were like thunder, stimulating everyone's eardrums.

Then the collective chorus was performed.

"On the banyan tree by the pond~

Cicadas are calling summer~

On the swing next to the playground~
There are only butterflies sitting on it~

The teacher's chalk on the blackboard
Still chattering and writing non-stop~"

There was no more noise at the concert, only a chorus of everyone singing at their best.

Yu Qian and Bai Huimin were not present today. They are getting old and can hardly bear today's occasion.

But the fans and fellow singers were having more fun than each other and were extremely excited.

However, today’s joy was not limited to Guo Qilin’s singing, but also to the subsequent appearance of Deng Yiling.

"Did you hear? Deng Yiling will be singing two original songs at Dalin's concert this time. What a fan, it's always like this."

"Nonsense, how can we not praise him as a family? He even wrote songs himself before, and this time he also wrote the lyrics for another song."

"Dalin wants to create a singing star."

"With Dalin's creative work, if you write a song for me, I can become famous too."

"Go to hell, are you a professional singer? You're nothing, and you're trying to cross over into singing."

The audience in the VIP area and his fellow students were talking quite loudly, and Yue Yunpeng had no choice but to listen. At first he just followed along out of curiosity about the future of the singer that Dalin was supporting. It was difficult to support a singer, and it required the creation of hit songs, but the next sentence left him speechless.

I don’t know if it’s a mockery of myself or a yin-yang to myself.

Later, he realized he was right; it was clearly a dig at him, but the speaker wasn't a fellow apprentice, just an unfamiliar music industry insider from the VIP section. (End of Chapter)