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

"Has it come to this?"

Yan Hexiang held the phone and was a little surprised.

He was the first to leave Deyun Society, and his feelings for the society were not as deep as before. He would only send a few blessings to his master and mistress on their festivals and birthdays, and would never visit the society.

"It wouldn't have gotten to this point originally," Kong Yunlong continued, "because Guo Fenyang was such a jerk, even Master's wife was afraid he would really harm her in the future."

"So that's how it is. No wonder. They dared to come here and smash the door and beat people up. Luckily they were willing to pay, otherwise they would still be all over the internet cursing people."

"With such a good mother, I don't feel bad at all if I lose millions."

"What about the second-hand preparation?"

"The second-hand method can only be to educate Guo Fen Yang Bei, but there is a high probability that no education will be achieved, so I put it on the second hand, you should be able to understand. Let's stop talking, I'm almost home, let's get together another day."

The phone hangs up.

Yan Hexiang was having a lot of thoughts in the car. His disgust for Guo Fenyang was no less than that of the other people in Deyun Society. He planned to find a few more people to guard against it. If such a thing happened again, it would be best to teach Guo Fenyang a lesson.

He must know what the dangers of society are.

Not to mention beating or bullying him, at least let him know that he has done something bad, otherwise everyone will point fingers at him and scold him and target him.

It’s hard to even be a human being.

Now that his master and mistress have lowered the heat, he may not have noticed anything at all.

Everyone has a temper. Yan He has some grudges about this matter. After all, a little brat dares to challenge authority. Does he really think they are vegetarians?

As for Guo Qilin, he didn't care at all, because sooner or later his youngest son would be finished, and it would be a good thing to let him destroy Deyun Society, so that everyone would understand what kind of disaster he was.

"I am back."

Go home after having supper.

At home, those who need to wash up have washed up, and those who need to sleep have gone to bed.

Only He He was left at home with her hair loose, sitting with her dog watching TV.

Deng Ziqi was browsing on his phone in the bedroom.

"Aren't you sleeping alone?"

"Dad, you're back? Please coax me to sleep tonight."

Putting down the remote control in her hand, the little girl came over and hugged her father's legs. She was very small in the past, but now she is over eight years old and has become very big.

To the extent that he could hug an entire thigh and couldn't let go no matter what.

"You're so old and still want to be coaxed? Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's been a long time since you coaxed me to sleep. Please, please."

She acted coquettishly on his thighs, and Guo Qilin was speechless. He could never resist this wave of attacks.

"Okay, okay. Let me get you to sleep. I'll go tell Mom."

Walking into the bedroom, Deng Ziqi, who was lying on the bed, suddenly trembled and quickly made a whispering gesture to her husband.

"Don't let my mother know."

"how?"

Turning around, Deng Ziqi revealed the chocolates and various snacks on the bed.

"No wonder you're hiding here to eat. But I can't. Some snacks are high in sugar."

"No, I will control myself, but Mom will definitely scold me if she finds out. Don't let her know."

During her pregnancy, Guo Qilin could not spoil her enough, so he took away some of the particularly bad snacks for her and left her some suitable ones.

Then he spoke.

"I'm going to go get my daughter to sleep."

"Okay, but you can't give it to her. She's already brushed her teeth."

"I know, I know. I raised my daughter with her."

After raising her for eight years, no matter how much the couple loves her, they will impose some restrictions on her, otherwise the child's nature will make her destroy herself.

"Wow, Daddy, I love you."

After washing up and walking around with the snacks, the little girl came running over to me in the living room, carrying a pair of slippers. I hugged her and wanted to put the snacks in her arms.

After pulling for a long time without success, the little boy immediately looked up at his father and asked, "What's wrong? You won't give me food?"

"You think I'm giving it to you? You're dreaming. I'm not taking Mom's snacks for now. If you want to eat them, wait until tomorrow and eat them with Mom."

He was happy just now, but now he is unhappy. He went back to his bedroom with a sullen face, and his eyes kept looking at his father who was collecting snacks.

"Okay, let's see how to get you to sleep."

The little girl ran to the bed and lay down, and her father followed and half-lay down with her, wondering if she wanted to choose a storybook to read.

But before she could make a choice, her daughter came over with both hands wrapped around her left arm like an octopus.

"How can I explain this?"

Guo Qilin turned over to avoid her, but He He did not let him go. She ran from the left to the right and hugged her right arm.

Turn over again.

He He refused to do it anymore, so she just lay her body down with her head on her father's chest to prevent her father from running away.

The girl was becoming more and more annoying, and Guo Qilin had no choice but to pick her up and put her back on the pillow.

"Sleep well, you'll fall asleep soon. I'll tell you a simple story to relive your childhood."

After coaxing his daughter for half an hour, the father could finally close the door and rest for himself.

When I returned to the bedroom, I found that my wife was sleeping with me.

I quietly came to the bed and took a look at her belly. It was relatively light now, but she would suffer the most when it got bigger.

I can't help but feel sorry for my daughter-in-law. She has endured a lot for the family.

In addition, she is an emotionally sensitive woman, and pregnancy will probably make her even more so. She really has no choice but to turn down a lot of work.

Or maybe it's not that she is incapable, but that I am worried.

You have to take good care of it to feel at ease.

And time passed very quickly during this care.

At the end of the month, Guo Qilin teamed up with his sister and a large number of professionals to shoot the MV of "Ningxia", just to create a masterpiece for his sister.

This is the only way to spread further.

After taking the photos and taking a look at the various effects and feeling that they were good, I went to Xi'an in July as agreed and served as a temporary guest at Brother Yue's concert.

That night, Huilinshe and others from Xi'an Hotel rested here.

For them, the concert was secondary, and the Xi'an activities were the primary thing. A group of people met and talked for a long time.

"Tomorrow night, there's a crosstalk performance in the small theater. A lot of media will be there. But the day after tomorrow, and the day after that, I heard there's a local crosstalk competition? Are there going to be university students participating?"

Guo Qilin was a little puzzled as to why there was such an extra one.

Luan Yunping explained, "It's organized by the Qingqu Society and some individuals, so it's quite meaningful. Plus, crosstalk performances are a big trend among college students here."

"Oh, I heard him talk about this before, but I didn't pay much attention to it. It turned out to be a competition. Who's going?"

"Of course you should go. You have the most authority."

Among the people who came, in addition to Luan Yunping, there were Yan Hexiang, Feng Zhaoyang, Zhang Jiuling, and Yang Jiulang.

For the competition, the class owner will definitely be chosen as the judge.

"I don't need it. Any one of you is qualified enough to take the position."

"I see it differently." Luan Yunping rarely followed suit, "The owner of the Qingqu Society will be the judge. If he has us beside him, he'll be a little inferior. You have to go."

“That’s right, Brother Luan is right.” “I support Brother Luan.”

The vice president has said it, so what is there for Guo Qilin to worry about? And it is indeed true.

"It's already so late, it's almost time to go to the concert, don't be late."

"Wow, time flies! It's only an hour until eight. I have to pack up and leave."

A few people hurriedly went to their rooms to pick up some things, and then took a bus directly to the gymnasium in Xi'an.

This stadium can accommodate quite a few people, 6,000 in total.

When they drove up, the audience had already gone inside to wait, with only a few on-duty personnel managing or wandering around outside.

Most of the staff on duty at the concert are free college students or volunteers from other places. If they are lucky, the volunteers inside can see the scene inside.

If you have bad luck outside, you have to stay outside, so many college students are depressed and stay at their jobs.

It was not until 7:20 that they saw a group of people coming in twos and threes.

"Eh? Why do I feel so familiar?"

"Yeah, this... this looks like Dalin, ah, definitely Dalin!"

There was a female volunteer with a loud voice. As soon as she spoke, the on-duty personnel nearby looked over. After a closer look, they found that it was indeed Dalin.

And the people next to them can be more clearly distinguished as Luan Yunping, Zhang Jiuling and others.

But what’s the use of being happy? They still have to work, and they don’t even eat too much or too well during their lunch boxes because of work.

Not all concerts or film crews would spend their own money on meals like Guo Qilin.

Even for Yue Yunpeng's concert, many boxed lunches are completely outsourced.

"The audience is full now, isn't it?"

Guo Qilin did not avoid them. He came up to them and asked them suddenly. The volunteers nodded continuously.

"Yes, there is probably still a small group of spectators on their way."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Guo Qilin had already noticed their excitement and was in a good mood, so he wanted to reward them by buying them a few bottles of water.

Sign your name by the way.

As soon as they got the signatures, the volunteers outside instantly felt better about being outside.

Because in their hearts, Dalin is one of the best figures in the music industry, and Yue Yunpeng sings just for fun.

"Let's go, time is running out."

After saying that, several people continued to go inside.

As soon as we sat in the VIP area for a while, Yue Yunpeng's concert began.

He couldn't do it without the choreography and big stage like other first-line singers. He just sang simple songs and interacted with fans, chatting and telling a few jokes.

However, compared with the first concert, the concert in Xi'an was obviously much more skilled.

I started to keep the beat and knew how to control the rhythm of the concert.

The rhythm of a concert is different from that of crosstalk.

The former requires passion and ignites emotions throughout the whole process, while the latter will drive people crazy if emotions are ignited throughout the whole process, because the venue will last longer than a concert.

"Thank you everyone. I didn't expect to hold a concert in Xi'an. I ate a lot of delicious noodles before coming here. They tasted just as good as those in Henan. But today I have a surprise for everyone. I believe everyone will be happy to see it. Director, please give me a shot."

The camera switched, and the big screen behind the stage accurately hit Guo Qilin alone.

His appearance startled thousands of people at the scene, and then the whole audience burst into cheers, as deafening as thunder.

Feng Zhaoyang, Luan Yunping and others followed suit and applauded. Dalin's popularity was really strong.

Yue Yunpeng felt a little embarrassed and helpless on the stage. He knew about the Dalin Fire, but he didn't expect it to be so hot. At his own concert, everyone was shouting for him like this.

This shows that my love for him comes from the depths of my soul.

Compared to myself.

The people who came to sell tickets were indeed his fans, but it seemed like they were just there to watch the fun.

Dalin is the star they really want to chase.

"Thank you, everyone." Guo Qilin spoke quickly, signaling to slow down the noise a little.

He just made a gesture, and the noise was really much smaller.

Being able to do this means that the fans like him to a certain extent.

Yue Yunpeng knew about the comparison, but didn't think much of it. After all, he had invited them for the sake of interest and popularity.

"Can Dalin please come up and sing a song?"

"it is good."

"Come, we have an invitation."

Amidst cheers and countless expectant gazes, Guo Qilin walked onto the stage with a microphone. As he arrived on the stage, the applause seemed endless and continued to ring out.

"Brother Yue's concert is a rare occasion. This is my first time attending, and I heard it's fantastic. I'm here just to support him. What do you guys want to hear?"

“Ningxia!!”

The song is super popular.

The number of plays reached 100 million at the very beginning, and it has now dominated the rising charts and listening charts of various platforms. In addition, it has been covered by countless singers, and its appearance times far exceed any other song.

But others have covered this song countless times, but they have never heard Dalin sing it.

Ningxia is a quiet and peaceful song, and they believe that when Dalin sings it, it will have a different kind of beauty.

"Since everyone likes it, I'll sing a song. Is there a piano?"

The song would be better accompanied by piano.

But Yue Yunpeng didn't know how to prepare a piano, and he himself didn't know how to play it, so he shook his head.

"Then I'll use my phone."

Guo Qilin has extremely rich musical experience. He took out his mobile phone, opened a piano software, and asked Brother Yue to hold the microphone to record the sound.

When fingers clicked on the black and white keys in the phone, Ningxia's beautiful melody appeared, stirring everyone's heart.

Then there was another round of cheers.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuling smiled secretly.

"If you don't know, you might think it's someone else's concert. It's so lively."

"Brother Yue has lost all his limelight and gone to Dalin."

"The audience really supports and likes it."

"Maybe that's the difference. In the past, they were all crosstalk performers, but now one is a super powerful profession, and the other just relies on fans to hold a few shows. Of course, Brother Yue is also very powerful, otherwise he wouldn't be able to gather so many fans."

"Have you noticed that the quality of the song 'Ningxia' far surpasses all of Brother Yue's songs in the entire show?"

"Don't say it, it's true."

On the stage, the sound quality of the mobile phone piano was not very good, and it could not compare to the beautiful song and Guo Qilin's excellent singing skills.

Soon, the six thousand people at the scene started singing in chorus.

"In the quiet summer, the sky is dotted with stars~

I miss you in my heart, I miss your face~
I can pretend not to see.

You can also secretly miss them~ (End of Chapter)