The unscrupulous system forced me to frantically test the small black room

Lang Buping's hands with a ferocious look on his face tapped the keyboard to create an illusion, and veins on his neck were bulging.

After a heated debate, Lang Buping watched his opponent break down and drank the AD calcium milk beside him with relief.

"In summary, Qi Zhuoran is a pervert, his character is ridiculous and awkward, and he keeps riding on my goddess's popularity. I, Lang, will blacken him for the rest of my life."

Lang Buping finished his speech leisurely while slurping his lips, as if he were a winner. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Lang Buping glanced at the note, pouted, and clicked the answer button.

"Well, I'm busy." Lang Buping said impatiently.

"Are you busy leading the trend to discredit me online again? All you think about and see is discrediting me every day, just like you punching in at work. How can I deserve to spend so much time on me?" Qi Zhuo said with a smile.

"Since you know I'm busy, why do you bother me at this time? I'm just cursing passionately right now."

"If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now." Lang Buping was unhappy.

"My company released an album for me some time ago. In three days I will have my first concert in my life. I have reserved a first-row ticket for you." Qi Zhuo said.

"I'm not going. Normally, it's irritating enough when you talk with a pinched voice. Now you have to sing with a pinched voice. I'm afraid it will be irritating, even dogs won't like to hear it."

"I won't go and ask for trouble. I'm busy digging up your dark history every day. Who has the time to listen to you sing?"

"You invited a leader of my black fans over. How could you come up with such an idea? I feel like you are disrespecting my dignity," Lang Buping complained.

"Tao Zhi is here too." Qi Zhuo replied.

Lang Buping was stunned when he heard this and curled his lips.

"Whoever wants to go can go. I won't go anyway. Unless you sincerely ask me to go, I can consider it," said Lang Buping.

Qi Zhuo was silent for a few breaths and silently chose to hang up the phone.

Lang Buping was halfway through picking up Qiao when he heard his cell phone going busy and was a little slow to react.

Holy shit? Are you so resolute and decisive?

It's like I'm being envious.

Whoever goes is a dog!

Lang Buping was very angry and after swearing a few times, he started to argue with his keyboard again, but his curses were not effective.

Three days later, Lang Buping looked at the huge crowds outside the performance hall and fell into deep thought. He reached out to push the hood of his sweatshirt down a little and lifted the mask up a little, trying to show only his eyes.

At this time, Lang Buping's eyes were dark and his face was full of fatigue. After all, he had been waiting for three days before finally getting a ticket to Qi Zhuo's concert.

He didn't want the first-row ticket that Qi Zhuo had reserved for him, but now he was rushing to grab a ticket in the corner, taking time and effort.

Lang Buping sighed.

Lang Buping joined the queue and followed in. After waiting for a while, the whole audience suddenly became quiet and flash lights suddenly appeared on the stage.

As the prelude sounded, someone whistled from the darkness and walked casually into the center of the dazzling light, and the fans below the stage immediately cheered.

Qi Zhuo began to sing. Lang Buping in the audience went from being disdainful at the beginning to being dazed. He quietly looked at the shining man in the center of the stage, and even his heartbeat quickened with the rhythm of the music.

By the time he realized what was happening, the performance was almost over. Qi Zhuo's temples were covered in sweat, his cheeks were flushed, the ends of his hair were slightly wet with sweat, and his chest was rising and falling with his breathing.

Qi Zhuo gave a speech according to the procedure, and when it came time to draw lucky audience members to come on stage to interact, the lights randomly shone on three people in the audience.

A tall and fat man, a girl in her twenties, and a confused Lang Buping.

Seeing Lang Buping's dazed look, the female fan next to him pushed Lang Buping.

Lang Buping wanted to escape the scene out of guilt, but was projected onto the big screen.

Caught in a dilemma, Lang Buping awkwardly followed the other two people towards the stage. With an extremely unnatural look on his face, he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up to almost cover his entire face, making it impossible for anyone to see his appearance clearly.

The girl was so excited that she told Qi Zhuo incoherently how much she liked him. She shook hands and hugged him, and was so happy that tears came out of her eyes.

Qi Zhuo walked up to Lang Buping, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes, as if he was sizing up Lang Buping.

"Would you like to shake hands?" Qi Zhuo asked.

While Lang Buping was thinking, a tall male fan next to him suddenly came up and grabbed Qi Zhuo's hand with such strength that Qi Zhuo was stunned.

"Zhuoran, I have liked you for a long, long time, ever since you were still a supporting actor. I like you more than anyone else." The man said excitedly.

"Thank you for your love."

Qi Zhuo acted shyly and tried to pull it out secretly with his hands, but he couldn't pull it out.

"Do you know how happy I am to be the lucky one chosen to interact with you?"

"I specially wore my favorite clothes to attend your concert today. Just listening to your singing just now made me feel so emotional."

"Now I can stand in front of you. This is the opportunity God has given me, so I want to seize this rare opportunity." The man's eyes were almost crazy.

"What?" Qi Zhuo looked puzzled.

The man suddenly let go of Qi Zhuo's hand, then lifted up his windbreaker and opened his clothes towards Qi Zhuo. The female fan who was closest to him saw clearly what was under the man's windbreaker, screamed and ran away.

Qi Zhuo's face changed, and he almost couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and kicked him.

But at this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qi Zhuo could only put on a look of panic and fear, pretending to step back in fear, while the man approached him excitedly.

The security guards in the audience rushed up but failed to stop the tall man. The man pounced on Qi Zhuo, hugged him and threw him heavily to the ground. Qi Zhuo was trapped in the man's arms.

Qi Zhuo clenched his fists and was about to strike out, but he resisted the urge.

The three security guards worked together to drag the man, but the man was holding on to Qi Zhuo like an octopus. Qi Zhuo's eyes were red with anger at this time, but he couldn't fight back. He could only pretend to be weak and be bullied.

Lang Buping couldn't help but rush forward and kicked the man on the butt, followed by a burst of punches and kicks at the man. His movements were so large that the hoodie fell off, and the mask was also pulled off in the chaos.

When Qi Zhuo saw Lang Buping's face clearly, his heart trembled and ripples appeared in his eyes.

The fans in the audience screamed and tried to rush onto the stage, and the security guards used their bodies to struggle to stop the out-of-control crowd.

Lang Buping used all his strength in the kick, causing the man to wail and roll over. The security guards quickly stepped forward to subdue him and then dragged the man off the field.

Lang Buping squatted forward and helped Qi Zhuo to sit up. Seeing Qi Zhuo, who was always so arrogant in front of him, now trembling with fear, Lang Buping felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Qi Zhuo naturally didn't mean to be truly afraid. He was just shaking with anger because he was extremely disgusted but couldn't fight back. However, he had to behave in a way that was consistent with his character of being weak, unable to take care of himself, and timid and shy.

Qi Zhuo had tears in his eyes and threw himself into Lang Buping's arms with a look of grievance. His shoulders trembled violently, as if the person in his arms was his life-saving straw.

Lang Buping felt a little helpless being hugged. After thinking for a while, he did not push Qi Zhuo away. Instead, he gently patted Qi Zhuo on the back to comfort him.

The agent arrived late and came forward to help the pale-faced Qi Zhuo off the stage. Lang Buping also lent a hand and they walked backstage together.

Seeing the villain being subdued, the fans in the audience were a little calmer than before.

The next day, some fans watched the video repeatedly and seemed to have discovered a blind spot. They felt that the male fan who rescued the man looked particularly familiar.

After comparing the selfies in the social account, it was discovered that the other party was actually the well-known leader of the black fans who cursed the most fiercely and cruelly.

This caused a stir on the Internet.

Some people mocked that a certain black fan leader appeared to be dismissive of Zhuoran, but actually sneaked in disguise to attend the concert.

Some people praised a certain black fan leader for being short-sighted and disliking Zhuoran, but he would stand up against injustice when he saw it.

Some of them raise the banner of a cult on their own, and secretly pair up with each other whenever they disagree with something, and the power of their cultists is growing stronger and stronger.

"Supporting all the weak and shy stars and the frivolous black fans who say one thing but do another will only make my nutrition unbalanced," a fan commented.