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Lu Xiao looked at the sky, the ground, and the air, but dared not look at Ling Tinglan.

His nosebleed just now not only dealt a heavy blow to his fans, but also had a huge impact on the other trainees in the lounge.

The trainees in the entire "Manman" group are now so nervous they don't even dare to breathe.

Lu Xiao swallowed hard, though he knew he wasn't good enough for her; gay men don't fall for every man they see...

but--

He was so scared!!!

This is no longer a matter of homophobia; this is clearly a straight man's deepest and most profound fear!

Jiao Wangshu, you can just run forward while covering your butt!

He was so familiar with Ling Tinglan's gaze! He looked like that when he saw a beautiful woman and got lustful!

No! He's nowhere near as monstrous as Ling Tinglan!

They stared at each other with a piercing, sinister gaze, their eyes fixed on the other person without blinking, as if they wanted to lick every inch of that person's body, inside and out, from head to toe!

You really encountered a ghost, I'm telling you!

Xu Nian, sitting to the side, handed Ling Tinglan a piece of paper with a blank expression. He sat upright, staring straight ahead, not daring to give Ling Tinglan even the slightest glance.

Perhaps only Ling Tinglan is completely free from pressure right now.

He was quite oblivious, because Ling Tinglan had no idea that her nosebleed was being broadcast live to the entire audience.

The unfortunate child thought he had just had snot running down his face, until he raised his hand and wiped his face with blood, only then realizing that it was actually nosebleed.

He said he'd been feeling a bit hot and bothered lately.

He couldn't help but feel secretly relieved that only the people in this room had seen him in such an embarrassing state.

Ling Tinglan smiled sheepishly at Xu Nian, took the tissue, crumpled it up, and "plop" plugged her nose with it.

"Thank you, Brother Xu."

Because of the action of reaching for the tissue, Ling Tinglan's arm caused his body to lean forward slightly, which startled Xu Nian, who thought he was going to lean towards him.

Xu Nian reacted immediately. He twisted his hips and waist, turning himself into a pretzel on the spot. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, as if holding himself tighter and further away would protect his innocence.

"Hey! Just sit there... just sit there! If you need more tissues, just tell me, hehehehe..."

Ling Tinglan: ?

However, he didn't have time to think about it much, because it was almost their group's turn to play.

Some people applied hairspray, others straightened their clothes, and the backstage staff handed each of them a handheld microphone before inviting them onto the stage.

The makeup and styling that was carefully protected by Ling Tinglan in the pre-release video has now been officially revealed to everyone.

It is a well-known fact that Ling Tinglan is very beautiful.

The fans in the audience had already prepared themselves thoroughly, but they were still greatly amazed by his appearance today.

All I could see at first glance were legs.

Standing at 1.89 meters tall with perfectly proportioned features, he still stood out remarkably in the crowd. Then, as the gaze slowly moved upwards, the second look was captivated by his deep, expressive eyes.

How can I describe these eyes?

Like a glacier, it seems to have frozen over tens of thousands of years of winter, hiding the most proud spirit of the polar regions. Its blue eyes flow from light to dark, but at first glance, they appear desolate and indifferent, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

His hair, which was usually loose and casual, was neatly combed up today and styled into a half-slicked-back look, making him appear even more aloof, sharp, and serene, like a distant mountain, with an indescribable air of arrogance.

Everyone was wearing the same black shirt and trousers, with only slight differences in the details of their clothes, but only Ling Tinglan could wear this simple black suit with such nonchalant nobility and mystery.

It made everyone pale in comparison.

The deep blue lighting created a silent, melancholic atmosphere, just like the overall tone of the song—bitter and indescribable.

The group of people on stage stood at varying heights, forming a tiered formation. As soothing accompaniment flowed gently, lead singer Zhou Qiyan began to sing:

"I dare not step forward, I gaze upon your gentle eyes from across the sea of ​​people—"

It must be said that he does have a good voice, and his opening tone was particularly accurate, immediately bringing the audience into a slightly sad atmosphere.

Liang Yuning and Lu Xiao sang along softly in harmony, while the others swayed their hands lightly to the music, slowly gathering towards the center in time with the singing.

The vocal group doesn't need complicated dance moves to increase the appeal of the stage. In fact, the simpler the moves, the more they highlight Ling Tinglan's strengths.

With his long arms and legs and perfect figure, he could easily steal hearts and stir up ripples by simply stretching out his hand and swaying it gently in time with the lyrics.

Finally, we got to see Ling Tinglan's part.

The lights suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight fell upon him, as if all the starlight in the sky had descended upon him.

What is he thinking at this moment? Perhaps no one but him knows.

Ling Tinglan gently closed her eyes, and finally, the singing, like waves, suddenly surged forth:

"Love flows endlessly, longing stretches across dawn and dusk, year after year..."

Xu Nian had previously said that Ling Tinglan's singing lacked a bit of emotion, but at this moment, everyone who heard him sing would stand up and loudly refute him—

It's not like this.

Although his singing lacked any particular technique, his voice was like moonlight shining on the sea, or a celestial chant carried by the wind.

It was like the onset of a long, damp, and continuous rainy season; more irresistible than the pleasant sounds was the overwhelming bitterness. Something seemed to tug at my heart, and I felt countless fragmented pains enveloping me in moments.

"Passing through the mundane world, through the changing seasons, I remain alone, playing out my one-sided love."

Finally, Ling Tinglan finished speaking, his hands trembling slightly for some reason.

As the last note faded away, the group's performance finally came to an end.

Just a second before the lights came on, in the instant Ling Tinglan turned around, a tear seemed to glisten in the corner of his eye.

But that moment came too quickly and too fleetingly; it was impossible to tell whether it was the shimmering residue left after the makeup had blended or an illusion created by the movement of light.