At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

I dislike overly sweet tastes.

"I also dislike pastel colors."

"Her smile is so sweet that I hate it all"...

On stage, the crowd assisted her with her impeccable voice, blending seamlessly with the music.

The awkwardness of the past is long gone. On the Mid-Autumn Festival stage, "Seven Colors" undoubtedly gives people the impression of an experienced and outstanding Tianjin Tianhai team.

With the September preliminary rounds approaching, this J-pop/ACG band, which was formed only a few months ago and even includes new musicians, has gained recognition from almost all listeners.

In particular, the approval of certain key audiences.

"good."

Lu Shi took out a lighter from the pocket of his trench coat and turned to walk outside.

Miya knew that every time her master took out a lighter, it meant he could go have a smoke.

And this often means that he is relieved.

I am confident in the teamwork and coordination of the people on stage.

I am confident in the relationships between the people in the team on stage.

I am confident about the team's future development.

Trust in his firm decisions.

Miya glanced at her master's disappearing figure out of the corner of her eye, then quickly turned her gaze back to the stage in front of her.

Yuan Xiao, her face serious, wore a light blue stage dress. Her hands moved with precision, each note perfectly timed and articulated.

There was no longer that indecisive hesitation;

Gu Zhi's alluring figure swayed gently on the stage, and the bass notes, along with her swing, created a heart-pounding rhythm that blended with the drummer's bass drum.

Lin Xiao didn't wear anything today, but she surprisingly started to enjoy the stage.

Unlike when she used to just play around with the drums, she and Yu tide, as the strongest members of the team, had a much higher starting point than others and didn't need to put in their full effort.

But today, she seemed to see her teammates' improvement and progress, even glancing at the lead guitarist less often, which speaks volumes.

Yu tide remains as aloof and beautiful as ever.

The white off-shoulder sweater was full of lace, and combined with her slightly lowered head while playing the game, it made her look like a ray of moonlight on the stage, extremely beautiful.

As for An Qing

Gripping the microphone tightly with both hands, leaning slightly forward, he poured his heart and soul into every word of the lyrics—

"For example, if you like rosehip tea, it's actually not sweet."

Ah, but I just can't help but fall for you.

"I clearly don't need it, and I don't need it at all."

"But please give me the sweetest thing"...

Singers are most afraid of getting emotional when they sing.

Because emotions are the most infectious thing, when combined with rhythm, they can instantly ignite the emotions of all the audience members and evoke resonance.

Su Che played with a relaxed demeanor, his gaze shifting between his teammates and the audience's reactions.

Based on today's performance... qualifying for the knockout stage isn't entirely impossible.

Everyone's performance met expectations, with zero mistakes, full of emotion and infectiousness, excellent visual effects, and a fantastic live experience.

Upstairs, Brother Zhang kept giving us the OK sign, clearly quite satisfied with the scene tonight.

This overall picture made Su Che feel a little more at ease.

The only thing he wasn't sure about was...

[I wasn't notified of the event the host just mentioned beforehand. If anyone requests a specific name, I'll need to set aside some time after the performance to handle it.]

[Also, regarding Ling Yao...]

Her progress is clearly visible. The difference compared to when we last performed together is huge, and she's very comfortable to work with; I'd love to continue collaborating with her.

Regarding Bai Chu, I've already done what I should have done and expressed my sincerity.

However, Ling Yao's wholehearted efforts in warming up the audience deserve proper gratitude.

Su Che automatically ignored Yui.

"How about this, if I run into that child again, I'll try my best to give her some hope."

After thinking it over carefully, he pondered it as if possessed by a ghost or spirit.

……

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Chapter 220 Ling Yao - Concept Kill

When "Seven Colors" performed all eight songs perfectly, the cheers from the audience reached their peak, and many audience members had already memorized the song and shouted "Encore! Encore!" a hundred times.

Fortunately, everyone had anticipated such a grand occasion and had made preparations in advance.

An Qing smiled and picked up the microphone, saying to her fans, "Thank you all for your support~ Here's the last song, Flora, for you all~!"

“Ooh ooh ooh ooh…”

His vision blurred and his memory became hazy. Amidst the cacophony of cheers from the audience, the sounds of instruments in their hands, and the screeching of speakers, Su Che's memories began to falter.

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……

When I came to my senses again, I was offstage.

After the performance ended, the group walked along the secret passage back to the dressing room.

The host was still on stage maintaining order as the event ended, while everyone in the group, except for Su Che, was laughing and joking as if they had finally accomplished a major life mission.

A perfect stage is certainly nice, but for some reason, Su Che couldn't smile.

I always feel uneasy. I lack confidence.

The seamless transition between the glory on stage and the desolation off stage is always thrilling.

Su Che doesn't seem to enjoy the stage as much as the others.

Perhaps for a musician, all the hard work behind the scenes is for that dazzling moment on stage.

But Su Che was different.

His goal was not to shine, but to bring music to others.

His initial intention was simply to prove himself, to prove that he was no less than anyone else.

Driven by this, even if he achieves a perfect live performance, he cannot derive any dopamine release pleasure from it, nor can he feel a sense of self-worth, and he cannot share the same feelings as his teammates.

Seemingly noticing the unusual look in his expression, Yu tide, who was walking alongside him, asked, "Junior, even with zero mistakes, are you still feeling down?"

"There's nothing to be happy about. After all, zero mistakes are the basic requirement, and it's a guitarist's duty."

Su Che said indifferently.

"Really? Junior, you certainly have high standards. But wouldn't that make life a bit too stifling?"

Yu tide narrowed her eyes, took two quick steps, and leaned closer.

Observing his face, one can see that his mood is far from happy, and it can't even be described as "normal".

It's like the more dazzling the stage, the more he'll feel a sense of disappointment after the performance.

Yu tide suddenly remembered that he was like this the first time he was on this stage.

I still remember that time, the same time, the same place, the same people—

He was trying to save face for Ling Yao's "Water Color" team.

On the day of his premiere, his skills amazed the audience, won the appreciation of Boss Zhang, and became well-known among the students of the seven schools.

But the deathly aura emanating from him was particularly frightening the moment he stepped off the stage.

They adopted an attitude of avoiding everything and completely rejected any invitations.

I don't want to communicate, I don't want to deal with troublesome interpersonal relationships, and I don't want to say a single word.

This is Su Che back then, and he is exactly the same as Su Che now.

Yu Xi was trying to figure out how to break the deadlock and soothe his emotions, but as soon as she spoke, Ling Yao arrived. Not far ahead, Boss Zhang brought Ling Yao and blocked the door.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?"

"Haha, Su, this kid got a paper airplane. It has your name on it, so could you please make an exception and go through the fan meeting process? Just to give me some face, okay?"

"what……"

Su Che nodded subconsciously, "Of course. But why... Ling Yao?"

He noticed that the audience member holding the paper airplane was a junior colleague he had just collaborated with on stage, a result that surprised him slightly.

"senior……"

Ling Yao walked up awkwardly and presented the paper airplane to him with both hands for inspection.

Without needing to check, he asked directly, "Tell me, what do you want? What's the procedure?"

Faced with the problem, how could she possibly bring herself to speak up?

She wanted too many things, but according to the host's rules, she could only have four.

Handshakes, autographs, photos, hugs.

Too much is not allowed, and kissing him is also not allowed.

Zhang Ge repeated the reward mechanism to Su Che, who understood it. He then decided to take her to the backstage lounge for a photoshoot, since the lighting there was brighter and the effect would be better than in places like corridors.

Ling Yao readily agreed, nodded shyly, and followed him.

An Qing and the others felt something was amiss, especially the quick-witted Lin Xiao, who wondered if Ling Yao was just too lucky.