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In the darkness, a splash of red was the first thing to catch everyone's eye.

The bright red skirt spread out like a rose blooming in the night.

As the spotlight shone down, Shen Qingqiu finally appeared before 100,000 people.

The entire audience seemed to freeze for a second.

She looks absolutely stunning today.

Her cool and refined features were made even more radiant by the lights, and her bright red, double-breasted long dress hugged her waistline, with the hem draped over the edge of the lifting platform.

She held the custom-made diamond microphone and looked up at Lin Yan, who was dozens of meters away.

Their gazes met across the entire main stage.

The next second, the Bird's Nest exploded.

"Aaaaaah! The proprietress is out!"

"President Shen! Look here! President Shen, kill me!"

"Lin Yan, what makes you think you're so great?!"

In the control room, the director stared at the timecode, his headphones filled with the sound of the live broadcast.

He pressed the call button.

"Central control unit connected, all glow sticks ready."

"Three, two, one."

"Cheese!"

The command was given.

In the stands, the glow sticks held by 100,000 spectators changed color simultaneously.

The ice-blue color that originally covered the Bird's Nest turned pink in a second.

From the inner field to the top tier of the stands, waves of pink light spread out one after another, instantly turning the entire stadium into a pink ocean.

The audience was taken aback at first.

By the time they realized what was happening, the commotion had doubled.

"Holy crap! Is the official team forcing us to cut our fan count?"

"Lin Yan, you're a real jerk! Not content with just paying for a public romance, you're forcing everyone to cooperate!"

"I've been single for twenty years, and I bought a ticket in this freezing weather just to sit at your wedding, right?"

"Give me my money back! Never mind, the proprietress is really pretty!"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, a series of cheerful electronic keyboard notes began to play.

Then, the guitar came in.

The rhythm is lively, and the melody is unabashedly sweet.

This is a new song that has never been released before.

Only five seconds into the intro, many audience members couldn't control their expressions, their lips curling upwards in a smile.

Lin Yan walked towards the center of the stage, keeping time with the rhythm.

He raised the microphone.

That rough, hoarse voice when singing rock, which seemed to tear a person's chest apart, was now as clean as a teenager's.

Lazy, gentle, and with a bright, hidden smile.

"I'll pick an apple and wait for you to pass by the door."

"Delivered to you to quench your thirst~"

The large screen immediately switched to a close-up of Lin Yan.

He wasn't even looking at the camera.

From the moment he opened his mouth, his gaze remained fixed on Shen Qingqiu.

A collective gasp filled the air.

"No, is this really the man who wrote 'The You of Yesterday'?"

"Bro, the way you switch voices is just too outrageous!"

"Diabetes warning! Front row passengers, get your insulin ready!"

On the other side of the stage, Shen Qingqiu lifted her red skirt and walked step by step toward Lin Yan in her seven-centimeter high heels.

Her voice is usually ethereal and cool, but when she sings this song, it has a rare touch of coquettishness.

"Like cola in summer, like cocoa in winter~"

"You're the right person at the right time~"

The director understands what the audience wants to see and immediately switches to dual screens.

On the left, Lin Yan looked refreshed in her white shirt, her smile both casual and gentle.

On his right, Shen Qingqiu walked towards him, lifting her red skirt, her gaze never wavering from his side.

The live chat went wild.

[The director gets a bonus chicken leg tonight!]

What an incredible, two-way moving scene!

I hereby declare that this is not a concert, but a mass gift-giving event attended by 100,000 people!

The two finally met in the center of the cross-shaped extension platform.

There were no pre-arranged movements or deliberately designed interactions.

Lin Yan reached out his left hand, first grabbing Shen Qingqiu's wrist, and then sliding it down.

Shen Qingqiu's cheeks flushed, but she didn't flinch.

She spread her five fingers and clasped them tightly together with his.

The scene fell silent for less than a second.

Followed by.

"boom!"

Screams, like a tsunami, surged onto the stage from all directions.

Lin Yan held her hand tightly, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Row.

Since it's already been seen, let's just go all the way.

"We've already made plans to spend next weekend together~"

"Your little mood swings mean a lot to me~"

"I don't know why, but the wound hasn't healed yet."

"You just barged into my heart like that~~"

When the chorus came, the two held hands and ran forward along the long T-shaped extension of the stage.

Shen Qingqiu's red skirt was lifted by the night wind.

Lin Yan's white shirt fluttered in the light.

One red and one white, passing through the center of the pink sea of ​​light.

"You showed me a flower blooming in the barren desert."

"You're the one who makes me want to write a love song for you every day~"

As Lin Yan was singing, she suddenly stopped.

He turned around, walked backwards, still holding Shen Qingqiu's hand, and looked at her with a smile.

Shen Qingqiu was pulled forward by him. He was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At that moment, she was no longer the aloof and assertive CEO Shen in front of the camera.

She was just a little girl, holding up her skirt, being led by the hand of the person she liked as she ran.

"With the most romantic chorus~"

"You quietly echoed her~"

Our eyes show unwavering resolve in our choice.

Their voices overlapped.

One is clear and bright, the other is gentle and gentle; they are surprisingly well-matched.

Pink glow sticks rose and fell with the rhythm, creating waves of light that pushed from the inner field to the stands, even turning the stage floor a pale pink.

In the VIP section, Lao Xue raised his hand to cover his eyes, his face full of pain.

"What a tragedy."

"We're here as guests at his concert, not as his best men."

Chen Yu adjusted his glasses and replied expressionlessly:

"I have already requested to sing with my eyes closed for the second half."

Old Xue turned to look at him: "Was it useful?"

Chen Yu remained silent for two seconds.

"At least out of sight, out of mind."

David, sitting in the front row, was completely dumbfounded.

He turned and grabbed Li Mingchang's arm, asking loudly in broken Chinese:

"Li, could this be some kind of ancient and mysterious Chinese magic?"

Why does listening to this song feel like my mouth is stuffed with a ton of sugar?

Old Li picked up his thermos and slowly took a sip of hot water.

"David, in China this is called showing off your love."

David was even more confused: "They're showing off their love at the concert?"

Old Li almost choked on the water.

He coughed twice and waved his hand.

"This isn't for dogs."

"It's specifically for single viewers."

David suddenly realized what was happening and gave a thumbs-up to the stage.

"Huaxia concert, and they even provide meals!"

Old Li: "..."

Forget it.

This is unclear.

On stage, the two had already run to the interactive area at the very front of the stands.

Lin Yan raised his hand, which was clasped together with Shen Qingqiu's, and shouted to the front row:

"Is it sweet?"

"sweet!!!"

One hundred thousand people responded simultaneously, the sound waves so powerful that even the in-ear monitors vibrated.

The fans in the front row waved glow sticks wildly while shouting their accusations.

"Lin Yan, you old fool! I spent three thousand yuan on an inner-circle ticket just to sit in the best man's section, huh?"

"I'm so full! I'm really stuffed!"

"You two lock yourselves in, I'll swallow the key!"

Lin Yan was overjoyed to hear this.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him sideways but didn't contradict him.

She simply tightened her grip on their clasped hands a little more, then raised the microphone to continue the next segment.

"You turned my world pink from that moment on~"

"You've made my life completely dependent on your cooperation from now on~"

Love needs to be carefully sculpted.

"I am Michelangelo~"

"To meticulously depict the happiest style~~"

As the last note fades, the accompaniment also comes to an end.

The song "A Little Sweet" was turned into a public, two-way romance by the two of them.

From the center of the stage to the end of the extended platform, their hands never let go.

Every time the director cuts to a close-up, there's another round of screams from the audience; there's absolutely no need for post-production to find any sweet moments.

On all major live streaming platforms across the internet, the comments section has completely spiraled out of control.

【We're a perfect match! I'm tired of saying that!】

Kill me to entertain my elder brother and sister-in-law!

My mom asked me why I was laughing and pounding the bed at the same time.

[Server: You guys can ship couples all you want, but can't you at least consider my life or death?]

Within minutes, several live streaming platforms experienced buffering issues.

The video was choppy and sporadic, making the live concert broadcast look like a PowerPoint presentation.

By the end of the song, the two were already standing at the very front of the extended platform.

Having run all the way here, Shen Qingqiu had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and her breathing was a little erratic.

Lin Yan casually grabbed a tissue from the side and reached out to wipe her face.

His movements were so practiced that it was as if he had forgotten there were 100,000 people in the audience.

Just as the audience was about to catch their breath, they saw this scene and screams erupted once again.

The accompaniment stopped, but the sound waves continued to come one after another, and it didn't subside for a full three minutes.

The audience members shouted "I'm stuffed!" but their faces were full of uncontrollable maternal smiles.

Lin Yan waited a moment before finally raising the microphone back to his mouth.

Thank you everyone.

He smiled.

"Thank you everyone for eating so much tonight."

The audience burst into laughter.

But the next second, the pink lights on the main stage began to dim slowly.

The cheerful electronic keyboard music completely disappeared, leaving only the night wind sweeping across the venue.

Lin Yan did not let go of Shen Qingqiu's hand, but the smile on his face faded a little.

Shen Qingqiu noticed his emotions, turned her head to look at him, and her fingers tightened silently.

Lin Yan looked in a certain direction below the stage and paused for two seconds.

"Actually, today wasn't just about sweetness."

The noise in the room gradually subsided.

"This thirteenth song is for her."

As he spoke, he gently lifted their clasped hands.

The audience, who had just quieted down, started making a good-natured commotion again.

Lin Yan did not continue joking.

His gaze passed over the sea of ​​pink light and landed on a VIP section of the stage where the spotlight had not yet been turned on.

As if instructed beforehand, the director began to slowly pan across the audience.

Everyone instinctively sat up straight.

Lin Yan gripped Shen Qingqiu's hand tightly, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire Bird's Nest.

"The next song."

"These are for two other special guests in the audience."