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On stage, the host's smile froze on his face.

He has been in the industry for over a decade and has seen many ups and downs!

I've never seen anyone do things so unpredictably before!

All the carefully built-up emotions were completely shattered by the sentence, "He told me to come, so I came!"

But this is Fang Yu!

The pinnacle of popularity and talent in the Chinese music scene today!

Having finally caught him on the competition stage, how could the host dare to let him go so easily?

If we can't get any headline material out of Fang Yu today, the director will reassign him to host a pig-raising program on the agricultural channel tomorrow.

Thinking of this, he immediately adjusted his mindset and forcefully steered the conversation back on track.

"What a convenient 'he told me to come, so I came'!"

The host, all smiles, forced a dramatic elevation to the theme.

"Simple! Direct! Loyal and devoted! That's so Fang Yu!"

After speaking, he leaned forward slightly, and his tone switched to a midnight emotional radio mode.

"So everyone must be very curious about where the inspiration for this great work, 'The King and the Beggar,' came from?"

Is there some...special story hidden behind this song?

He emphasized the word "story".

The implication in his eyes was almost as if it were subtitles floating out.

Who on the entire internet doesn't know that your girlfriend, Fang Yu, is the national goddess Liu Yifei?

What's the meaning behind writing such a heart-wrenching and soul-crushing love song?

in argument?

They broke up?

Or did she experience some unknown emotional turmoil?

If Fang Yu is willing to reveal even a little bit, tomorrow's trending topic will be a sure thing.

In the backstage monitoring room, the chief director, Liu Feng, excitedly slapped his thigh.

That angle was perfect!

It has to be a pillar of the station, someone who knows what the audience wants to see most!

In the audience, Zhao Jiajia and Lin Xiao also sat up straight involuntarily, their ears perked up.

Even Hua Yu on the stage couldn't help but turn to stare at Fang Yu.

To be honest, when Fang Yu sent me the demo of this song, he only said, "Just sing it like this."

Fang Yu didn't explain a single word about the background of the creation.

Hua Yu is now also desperately trying to figure out what's going on in this guy's head that allows him to write such ruthless lyrics and music.

however.

Fang Yu didn't even blink at the bait offered by the host.

He looked directly into the camera, his expression utterly sincere.

"Um, about the core creative ideas, artistic expression, and emotional core, etc..."

The host immediately moved the microphone an inch closer.

Here it comes!

Now it's finally time for the good stuff!

next second.

Fang Yu shoved the microphone in his hand aside and stuffed it directly into Hua Yu's arms.

"Teacher Hua knows all of these things."

Fang Yu looked completely at ease.

"Just let him explain it to everyone; he has a very thorough understanding of this song."

After saying that, he waved casually to the host and the audience, then turned and walked off the stage.

They took big, steady steps.

Not a trace of regret.

Not a single word wasted.

He didn't even spare Hua Yu a second glance.

And so, under the staring gazes of over two thousand people... I left work.

A gust of wind passed by.

The host stood frozen in place, microphone in hand.

The backstage director sprayed a mouthful of water next to the monitor.

The glow sticks in the audience seats also stopped.

Under the spotlight, only Hua Yu remained standing in the center of the stage.

He held the microphone that Fang Yu had just shoved into his hands, looked at the thousands of eager eyes below the stage, and then turned to look at the host's face, which seemed to say, "Quick! Say something!"

Hua Yu's brain short-circuited.

I know?

I know nothing!

I myself want to know how this song was written!

……

Meanwhile, in the backstage corridor.

Fang Yu didn't care at all about the chaos and turmoil he left behind.

He took out his phone as he strolled outside.

The screen lit up and a WeChat message popped up.

From: [Fairy Sister]

[Fairy Sister]: [Sad cat emoji.gif]

[Fairy Sister]: Losing you makes me more destitute than a beggar~~ How profound is the pain~~ (A long voice message, with a soft and coquettish tone)

[Fairy Sister]: When are you coming back?

Fang Yu stared at the pitiful pink cat head on the screen, Liu Yifei's coquettish voice echoing in his ears, and his mouth stretched from ear to ear.

Just a few minutes ago, the aloof and profound "cold king" on stage, who seemed unapproachable, has now had his image shattered.

Instead, a silly grin that couldn't be hidden was on his face.

Love-struck, late stage.

Fang Yu's fingers flew across the keyboard as he unleashed a flurry of attacks.

[Fang Yu]: What's wrong, missing your brother?

[Fang Yu]: Be good and wait, I'll fly back tonight.

[Fang Yu]: Get ready and wait for me, my beloved.

[Fang Yu]: The king will return to the palace immediately.

The message was sent and the other party replied almost instantly.

[Fairy Sister]: Get lost! Go back to your own home!

Following closely behind were three little human emojis with flushed faces and steam rising from their heads.

Fang Yule chuckled, stuffed her phone into her pocket, and continued walking towards the exit while whistling cheerfully.

however.

He stopped in his tracks as he reached the corner of the emergency exit leading to the underground parking garage.

At the end of the dimly lit corridor, two shadowy figures darted past along the wall.

A few meters away, the red metal door of the fire hydrant box faintly reflected the cold light of a telephoto lens.

Paparazzi?

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow.

Good guy.

I waited for them from the airport to the hotel, and then followed them from the hotel to the Xingcheng Broadcasting Building.

These guys are pretty dedicated!

……

In the shadows of the emergency exit.

Paparazzi A and B were huddled behind the corner.

Old B asked in a low voice.

"Hey A, did you get a clear shot?"

Old A looked down at the camera screen.

"Don't rush me, I'm zooming in to look at it right now, I..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A warm, large hand suddenly patted firmly on his left shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, a faint voice boomed behind the two of them.

"brother."

"You've been following me all this way, you must be exhausted, right?"

"Are you hungry? Want to grab some late-night snacks?"