HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

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Hong Kong Coliseum, Hung Hom

The huge venue was bustling with noise, waving glow sticks formed a sea of ​​stars, and cheers rose in waves.

"Thump—"

Suddenly, a red light flashed on the huge electronic screen, followed by a medley of exciting songs. The screen then began to display songs and singers, showcasing the hottest songs from Hong Kong in 02.

"Thump—"

Another heavy drumbeat sounded, and the image on the screen disappeared, replaced by a countdown.

【10】

【9】

【8】

……

With each flash, the stadium lights brightened a little, and soon the entire audience joined in the countdown.

"3"

"2"

"1"

"To our fans here—"

Accompanied by shouts, Lin Xiaofeng, dressed in a red suit, jogged out from backstage, followed by Chen Baixiang and Chen Songlin. The three of them came in front of the camera together and shouted in unison:

"Friends at the scene, and viewers watching the live broadcast on television, how are you?"

"Aaaaaahh ...

"Clap clap clap clap—"

Welcome to the 2002 Top Ten Chinese Gold Songs Awards Ceremony!

"Clap clap clap clap—"

……

"This is so annoying, Feng Man, stop playing around." Backstage at the Hong Kong Coliseum, Xiang Nan sat in front of the makeup mirror, enduring the torment of the makeup artist.

Makeup is already a hassle, and then Feng Man somehow got her hands on a cheering clapper!

Now all I can think about is sex, I really don't care whether other people can stand it or not.

"Da da—"

The sound of high heels came from behind, and then Feng Man appeared from her left. She shrugged, her eyes filled with helplessness.

The meaning behind that gesture is self-evident.

"Brother Chuan!" Xiang Nan sighed helplessly. "Can you stop playing around?"

"This is so much fun, big guy! Lin Bei didn't have anything this fun when he was a kid!"

"Clap clap clap—"

The noise started up again, and Xiang Nan turned his head slightly to the right, just in time to see Chuan Ge's hippie face.

"Is this the last stop?"

"Hey?" Chen Yaochuan stared, pouting as he looked him up and down. "Damn it, you're making it sound like I'm selling an album!"

Just as he finished his makeup, Xiang Nan turned around and sighed speechlessly, "Brother Chuan, you know that's not what I meant. The day before yesterday was 'Guess Guess Guess,' and yesterday was the book signing in Shanghai. I really couldn't keep going, Brother Chuan."

"Hmph!" Chen Yaochuan looked at him with disdain: "You're so young and you can't even hold on? Well then, Lin Bei will tell you a secret trick that a friend of mine from the Bitter Cave taught me."

"It's not going to be Kegel exercises, is it?"

Chen Yaochuan's eyes widened instantly: "Damn it! How did you know?!"

"Click—" The door to the lounge opened, and a bespectacled man poked his head in: "Xiang Nan, you're here, young man."

"Here you are!"

Xiang Nan got up and glanced at her makeup.

In the mirror, I saw myself wearing a 3XL black shirt, and my makeup was only slightly lighter, but my short hair was dyed red again.

Chen Yaochuan was also helpless.

Xiang Nan doesn't wear outlandish clothes, doesn't wear flamboyant makeup, and doesn't follow the "warm man" route. Dyeing his hair red is his biggest "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" moment!

Hong Kong is the birthplace of outlandish costumes...

"The winner of the 2002 Top Ten Chinese Gold Songs Awards for Most Popular Hong Kong Male Singer in the Asia-Pacific Region is…"

"Andy Lau!"

"Ahhhhh!"

"Clap clap clap..."

The familiar noise could be heard even in the backstage corridor.

Xiang Nan frowned, his eyes darting around, but he couldn't find a stool nearby.

That's true. The singers and guests are all sitting outside. For someone like me, who's invited to sing, not having a seat is the norm.

Even singers who were preparing to debut but did not debut are in the seats for new singers.

Xiang Nan also knew that every place had its own rules, and before rising to power, resistance or complaining was the behavior of the weak.

A small leak will sink a great ship.

"OK, fans in the audience and viewers at home, don't go away! We'll continue with the presentation of the Top Ten Hits after one more song!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Nan perked up, while the audience below erupted in complaints.

"Oh no!"

"NO!"

"Who is it!"

"We want to listen to Andy Lau's songs!"

Andy Lau, who had just received his award, stood up and waved to the audience, which immediately elicited another round of screams.

"Please enjoy the following—"

"No!"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"Mr. Xiang Nan from the mainland, brought us...?" Lin Xiaofeng's voice trailed off as the audience fell silent, then—

"Ah!!!" A scream erupted from the audience, mostly from girls.

A female fan clutched her head, mouth agape, and screamed incredulously, "Aaaaaah! Who did he say it was? Xiang Nan? Aaaaah! Nan Nan!"

"Nan Nan! Nan Nan!"

Andy Lau glanced at Hacken Lee, who silently shook his head.

Is this Xiang Nan the one from mainland China who sang "Gong Xi Fa Cai"? Is he that popular in Hong Kong too?

The stage had fallen silent at some point.

A spotlight shone down, and Xiang Nan, with red hair and dressed in black, slowly walked out from backstage, immediately eliciting screams from the girls once again.

"Son, what's the background of this Xiang Nan?"

Offstage, Ah-zai, wearing sunglasses, glanced at Edison and said in his usual arrogant tone, "No matter who he is, he's not as handsome as me."

"Ha!" Edison chuckled, retorting in his odd Mandarin, "You think you're so cool, but you don't even know how to mess with me. You're such a jerk, so handsome!"

He was met with a middle finger from Nicholas Tse.

You told me this while crying.

Fairy tales are all lies.

At this point, Xiang Nan on stage had already sung half of "Fairy Tale". Facing a concert for 10,000 people for the first time, he was very nervous, so much so that he accidentally turned the Hong Kong Coliseum into a concert for 10,000 people.

You might not understand.

At this moment, Xiang Nan covered his ear with one hand and handed the microphone to the audience with the other.

Ever since you said you loved me

The stars in my sky are shining.

At first, only a few girls sang, but by the chorus, this simple song quickly captivated the entire audience, and a massive sing-along ensued!

You must believe.

I believe we will be like in a fairy tale.

Happiness and joy are the ending.

When the final chorus arrived, Xiang Nan took back the microphone and added his voice, and the tens of thousands of people in the Hong Kong Coliseum were completely united into one voice, creating a sound wave that seemed to break through the dome!

I will become part of a fairy tale!

The angel you love

[Open your arms]

[Transform into wings to protect you]

On stage, Xiang Nan, dressed in the most flamboyant red, sang the warmest song while waving his hand.

The fans below the stage swayed rhythmically, and at that moment, no one cared who Xiang Nan was anymore; this song was perfect for a duet!

You must believe.

Believe me, we will be like in a fairy tale.

Happiness and joy are the ending.

【Ooh ooh~~~】

Let's write our ending together...

"Clap clap clap clap!"

"Aaaaaaah!"

The annoying noise reappeared, but this time Xiang Nan suddenly didn't find it so annoying.

With so many celebrities and fans watching from below the stage, why am I so excited?

Am I famous now?

"This guy is amazing! Wow—"

Nicholas Tse rolled his eyes at Edison. This guy is just a bit taller and stronger, what's so great about him?

"Hey kid, this guy, this guy!" Edison suddenly widened his eyes and kept shoving Nicholas Tse.

"What are you doing!" Xie Tingfeng raised his hand and pressed him down.

Edison didn't waste any words and raised his phone.

Nicholas Tse took a closer look.

"Southern Zhou and Northern Xiang? A new king may be emerging: 'Meeting Xiang Nan' sold 41 albums in one week..."

"How many?"

Edison tapped his phone screen irritably: "41! Are you blind?!"

Nicholas Tse's expression froze for a moment before regaining his composure, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes behind his sunglasses: "No matter how capable he is, he's only developing his career in mainland China. In Hong Kong, he can't compare to..."

"Xiang Nan, I heard you can sing Cantonese songs, right?" Chen Baixiang on stage was really asking the wrong question!