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272 Chapter 272: Brother is too Buddhist

They went down the side of the stairs and walked slowly around the side of the stage.

The passionate voice of the host came from the speaker, warm and noisy: "Now we invite our finale talented musician to come on stage, that is—"

His voice gradually grew longer.

Point the mic toward the audience.

Sure enough, everyone started shouting the same name hysterically.

"f.one..."

"f.one..."

"f.one..."

There were very neat cheers, each louder than the last.

Just listening to that voice makes one's blood boil.

Because, they came here today for that person.

Waiting for the moment when that star-studded person steps onto the stage.

He only takes on a few gigs a year.

But recently, I don't know why, but the frequency of participating in performances has suddenly increased a lot.

For those followers who love to listen to his music, it is tantamount to great news, all of them are full of enthusiasm.

As long as they hear that there is f.one, they will definitely buy tickets to join them.

Almost every game will not fall.

After the suspense was drawn long enough.

"f.one—" the host settled down, and finally called out the person's name: "Welcome him..."

There was thunderous applause immediately, and the cheers continued uninterrupted.

There is also the sound of drums 'dong dong dong dong' pushing the atmosphere to a higher climax.

There will be no seats at a music festival like this.

The atmosphere of standing and listening to music is more dry and interactive.

The audience raised their arms, tapped and waved their arms to the beat of the music on the stage.

Wear colorful cheer bracelets on your wrists.

The music was too loud, and the people in the audience seemed to be yelling even when they were talking.

"In my lifetime, if I can see f.one's solo concert, I will die without regret, woo woo woo..."

"Brother is too Buddhist, I don't know if that day will come."

"There will definitely be, I will follow in my brother's footsteps..."

"My brother is so good, he will definitely stand on the top of the Chinese music scene!"

There are huge crowds of people everywhere.

Xu Shengxiang was dragged by Chu Chu's wrist, and walked forward in the crowded crowd.

Someone was pushing and shoving: "What a squeeze! Didn't you see someone here?"

"I hate this kind of people the most. What's the use of pushing to the front? If you have the ability, go to the stage!"

Chu Chu stared directly at her: "Don't come to the music festival if you're afraid of being crowded. Are you afraid of being crowded when you come to the music festival? My mother bought a ticket to come in. Where do you care about my mother? Go away and let my mother pass!"

That person: "..."

This girl is too fierce...and she is not easy to mess with.

Although dissatisfied, the man curled his lips and moved aside to let them pass.

Being led by Chu Chu, they squeezed all the way to the front row.

This is the closest place to the stage.

Less than five meters away.

Amidst the sound of drums getting stronger, on the side of the stage, that person jumped up and walked up unhurriedly.

a man.

He is tall, at least 1.8 meters five.

Wearing a black jacket and black trousers, the tall and slender figure is more and more outlined, with a clean and ascetic temperament.

The appearance is not clear.

Not because it's too far from the stage.

It was because the man wore a silver mask on his face, from which he could vaguely see the delicate mandibles and beautiful thin lips.

With an electric guitar on his back, he walked to the microphone stand in the middle of the stage with a lazy posture.

Seeing that figure, Xu Shengxiang's heart trembled heavily, he didn't dare to blink again, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.

(End of this chapter)