Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

7:30 p.m.

The center of Polaris Square.

The lights on the giant stage came on, illuminating the entire square.

The bustling tourists began to gather towards the stage on their own.

Crowded.

The white breath exhaled formed a large patch under the light.

The stirring music began.

Director Wang, microphone in hand, strode confidently to the center of the stage.

Many tourists in the audience who had experience attending large-scale galas felt a sudden jolt of unease.

It’s over.

Everyone is all too familiar with this kind of opening routine for official galas.

First came the leader's speech.

He thanked the city, thanked the sponsors, and then went on to give a long speech about grand future development plans.

In short, he just kept talking and talking.

Zhao Lei tightened the collar of his military overcoat and stood close to Xiao Li.

"Brother, how long do you think he can talk?" Xiao Li asked, rubbing his hands together.

"It's hard to say," Zhao Lei said gravely. "I'd estimate ten minutes."

"If he pulls out his manuscript, then be prepared for half an hour of mental preparation."

however.

Director Wang walked to the center of the stage and stood still.

He didn't take out his manuscript; he just kept his head up.

I glanced at the dense crowd below, and then at their faces, red from the cold.

As the director of the Mohe Culture and Tourism Bureau.

He knew all too well who these tens of thousands of people were there to see tonight.

It's all too clear what netizens find most annoying in this era.

Director Wang raised the microphone, his voice loud and clear.

"Dear friends who have come from afar—"

The audience fell silent for a moment.

Everyone instinctively held their breath.

Prepare to endure the next set of official opening remarks that you'll hear so often you'll get calluses from repeating them.

But then, Director Wang asked a question that no one expected.

"Has everyone eaten enough today?"

Tens of thousands of people were stunned at first.

Immediately afterwards, in unison.

"I'm full!!!"

Director Wang grinned.

"As long as I'm full!"

"It's too cold outside, everyone's suffering standing here, so I'll keep it short!"

"Tonight's Lantern Festival Gala in Mohe—"

"There was no opening speech from any leader!"

"There wasn't that long list of thank-you notes!"

"Not a single empty word or platitude!"

The audience was stunned.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on him.

Director Wang raised his voice, full of energy.

"We've all gathered in Mohe from all corners of the country today, and our main goal is to have a lively and enjoyable New Year celebration!"

After saying that, he suddenly waved his hand.

"I hereby declare!"

"The party—now begins!"

"Let's get right to work!"

The voice just fell.

Director Wang turned around and strode off the stage.

From going on stage to leaving the stage, the entire process took less than thirty seconds.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

and many more?

ended?

That's... the end?

next second.

"Awesome!!!"

"good!!!"

Cheers erupted from the center of the square, spreading outwards in concentric circles!

The live stream chat was flooded with comments at breakneck speed!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! That was way too fast!!

[I hadn't even opened the instant noodle lid, and the boss's speech was already over???]

[Thirty seconds!! While other leaders were still clearing their throats, he had already stepped down from the stage!]

[A phenomenal bureau chief! This is someone who truly understands what the people want to see!]

[Would it be acceptable to use this standard for all future speeches at galas?]

[With sincerity as its core value, Mohe deserves to be a nationwide sensation this year!]

There was no time for anyone to catch their breath.

Director Wang had just stepped down the last step.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

"Knock knock knock!"

The earth-shaking drums and gongs began to beat.

Accompanied by a dense drumbeat, hundreds of people poured out from both sides of the stage.

The most lively and energetic Northeast Yangko dance started right there!

Followed by.

A dozen or so men from Northeast China shouted "Hey ha na!" as they carried a giant dragon onto the stage.

The dragon's scales shimmered with golden light under the lamp.

The drums and gongs suddenly quickened, and the dragon head proudly rose in the snowy light!

The atmosphere in the audience reached its peak!

Tens of thousands of people roared along, the sound waves layering upon each other.

Hua Yu was completely stunned.

He had only ever seen this kind of thing in short videos before.

At that time, he paddled faster than anyone else.

There's only one word in my mind—rustic.

In his mind, bright red and green, and loud drumming and gonging, have nothing to do with the word "high-class".

But now.

When Hua Yu truly stood here.

When the drumbeats weren't coming from a phone speaker, but from a real earthquake coming from ten steps away.

One blow after another struck his chest, making the blood in his body boil.

Then, Hua Yu discovered in horror—

My right foot was uncontrollably trembling wildly in time with the drumbeats!

However, no one noticed this detail at the moment.

Beside her, Ju Jingyi was still like a carefree, silly deer, jumping around to the rhythm of the drums.

Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu laughed loudly and clapped enthusiastically at the folk artists on stage.

……

The shows came one after another, and there wasn't a single dull moment.

The lively party lasted for more than an hour.

The stage lights suddenly dimmed.

Only a beam of white light shone on the host in the center of the stage.

The deafening noise from the entire venue gradually subsided.

Everyone knew that the real highlight of the night was about to begin!

The host held the microphone, his voice slightly strained with excitement.

"Next—"

He paused for a moment.

People in the audience started screaming.

The host raised his voice.

"Let's welcome the Mohe Cultural Tourism Ambassador—"

"Fang Yu!!!"

"Liu Yifei!!!"

The moment those two names were mentioned, Polaris Square erupted in chaos.

Screams, whistles, and applause mingled together.

Some people were holding up their phones, some were waving glow sticks, and some even had their hats flying off.

The host was practically screaming his lungs out, braving the roar of the entire audience.

"They will bring us a brand new original duet single—"

The last few words were abruptly drowned out by the screams from the audience.

……

at the same time.

The waiting area behind the stage.

In the shadows where light and shadow meet.

Ahead, there was a roar of cheers from thousands of people; behind, there were the hurried footsteps of staff.

Liu Yifei stood quietly.

She changed into a white down dress, cinched at the waist and with a slightly flared skirt that shimmered softly in the dim backlight.

She resembled a snow lotus that had not yet fully bloomed.

But at this moment, the fingertips of this national goddess are trembling slightly.

It's not cold.

It was a tension that welled up from the depths of her heart, a tension she couldn't control.

She has acted in big-budget productions with investments exceeding 100 million yuan and walked red carpets paved with countless flashing lights around the world.

Facing a barrage of cameras and microphones, she remains the same aloof and effortlessly elegant fairy sister.

But this time, it's completely different.

This is her first time performing on stage as a "singer".

Live duet of love songs with all microphones on.

But the fatal thing is—

The man who will soon walk onto the stage alongside her is Fang Yu!

He's her official boyfriend, whom she just announced to the entire internet!

He's the genius whose singing ability made the entire internet kneel in awe.

If I sing terribly next to him...

Liu Yifei dared not continue thinking about it and turned her head to look at her side.

At that moment, Fang Yu was looking down, adjusting his in-ear monitor.

It was as if it sensed her gaze.

Fang Yu looked up and grinned.

"Are you nervous?"

Liu Yifei is stubborn.

"no."

"No? Then why are you tugging at my sleeve?"

Liu Yifei looked down.

She didn't know when, but her hand was gripping Fang Yu's sleeve tightly.

After being exposed, she didn't let go; instead, she gripped even tighter.

"All right……"

She muttered something under her breath.

"I'm just nervous."

"This is too important, I'm afraid I'll mess it up."

Upon hearing this...

Fang Yu didn't give her a gentle hug.

Instead, his expression hardened, becoming extremely serious.

"The situation is urgent; it seems we have no choice but to use that method."