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Chapter 407 Chapter 407: Her Lead Singer

After receiving the order to play, the four got up, moved their bodies, and followed the staff out the door.

They came to the backstage waiting area, and the auditorium could be seen from the side of the stage.

Tang Yi started to make a fuss again: "Look over there, I see our support card!"

"There are fans of the boss!"

"There are also many Xiangxiang babies!"

"Wow, there are me and Chuan's names!"

At the last performance, there were no fans of them in the auditorium, only Chu Chu's solitary support card.

This time, there were already many fans holding their support cards of the same color.

The words X.zero are written on it.

And there are still a lot of people.

There are even holding up, individually, their names.

Among them, the natural 'city' is the most.

There are actually many characters of "Xiang".

Unexpectedly, how long has passed since the show aired, and they already have fans!

After the host warmed up for a while, he called out their names.

There was a wave of cheering outside.

The staff whispered: "Okay, go on stage."

The four people got the order and walked up to the side of the stage one after another, followed by Tang Yi, Xu Baichuan, Xu Shengxiang, and Fengcheng.

Xu Shengxiang was still wearing that black peaked cap.

Wearing a white sweater, black pencil pants.

Those legs are thin and straight, and the white ankles are exposed, which attracts people's daydream.

This seems to be their style, youthful and wanton.

There is not much modeling, not even makeup, but it is youthful.

The audience just likes them the way they are.

Authentic and unpretentious.

So, as soon as they stepped onto the stage, cheers erupted from the audience.

Xu Shengxiang sat down directly behind the drum set, holding drumsticks in his hands, and screams came and went in his ears.

Slightly raised her head, the center of the stage was her lead singer.

He was sitting on a high stool on the stage, wearing a black shirt and black trousers, his back was tall and straight.

Although she couldn't see his face, she could still imagine his expression, which must be arrogant, indifferent and arrogant.

But he is charming, because of his true temperament, people like him.

Stockholm lover.

A song with a touch of obsession.

With the sound of the music prelude, the audience will be brought into that situation.

Feng Cheng was sitting on a high stool, in front of him was a microphone stand, his bony palm rested lightly on it, with a lazy posture.

The faces of the audience are full of indulging and delighted expressions.

Then he spoke, and the audience fell silent, listening carefully.

His tone was low and mellow, like a glass of old wine.

"Escaping the loneliness of being apart

willing to be uncomfortable together
In fact, your possessiveness is biting my flesh and blood

I'm afraid I also have an education

Can't be empty dead wood
Stranded in overcrowded prisons..."

There were bursts of cheers from the audience.

"It turned out to be in Cantonese?!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I'm going to die..."

"Isn't the lead singer too versatile? Can he sing anything?"

"He seems to be able to control any style!"

Fengcheng sang today sitting on a high stool on the stage, with one leg on the horizontal bar, and the other long leg, casually sideways.

When he entered the state, he exuded a sense of depression from the inside out.

"Maybe when I feel suffocated and run away
But I haven't given up the desire to bathe in blood..."

(End of this chapter)