The sprayer turned black on me

Outside the gymnasium where the performance was broadcast that night, the cheers of the fans were deafening.

"Song Yu! Song Yu!"

"Dao Dao, ah ah ah ah, Dao Dao, let's see mom!"

Because it was an official performance, the number of fans who came to the scene was several times higher than that during the rehearsal!

Under the protection of the bodyguards, Song Yu and Cheng Qiwen guarded Cheng Minghao one after the other, and they squeezed into the same busy gymnasium with many people.

"Huh—almost squeezed to death." Cheng Minghao, who was sandwiched between the two brothers, patted his chest, as if he had escaped from death, and felt a little exciting despite the thrill, "There are so many flashing lights! They are shooting at me all the time!"

"Did you shoot you? Can you tell?" Cheng Qiwen was speechless, and stretched out his hand to straighten Song Yu's clothes, "Don't run around, there are a lot of people backstage, don't get hit by any props."

"Got it." The younger brother was still immersed in the screams just now, and his whole body was ecstatic, "A moment ago, my sister really praised me for being handsome and called me a handsome boy!

"It's really cool to be a star, surrounded by so many people to take pictures every day, and a bunch of people praise you for being handsome-someone is a mother fan!"

Song Yu pouted after hearing this: "It's not good at all, there is basically no privacy at all."

"Mom fans are not something you can have if you want to. You think the idol market is not fierce and there is no competition, right?" Cheng Qiwen grabbed his younger brother by the collar, "Your brother Kojima is going to go to a rehearsal, let's go somewhere else Wait."

"Oh." Cheng Minghao reluctantly followed his brother, "Brother Dao Dao, come on, I'll see you in the audience later!"

Cheng Qiwen imitated the appearance of fans, squeezed his throat and shouted: "Come on, Dao Dao, mom loves you!"

"Huh..." Song Yu frowned in disgust, and punched Cheng Qiwen while others were not paying attention, "Aren't you disgusting, you? How old are you and want to be a fan of other people's mothers?"

"There is no such thing as age, am I just one and a half years older than you?" Cheng Qiwen teased deliberately, "I am not a mother fan, can I call you mother? If you have milk, you are a mother, and a nanny is also a mother."

Song Yu rolled his eyes at him: "Forget it, if you play Genji too big, you can still be slept by Anna. I don't want to hold such a disappointing 'dog' like you."

"How long ago did it happen, why are you still talking about it now?" Cheng Qiwen argued, "I killed five of them that time! It's not too much to say it was a tactical fall, right?"

"Bah." Song Yu turned her face away arrogantly, "I won't tell you anymore, I'll go backstage to put on makeup, see you later."

Cheng Qiwen complied, and took Cheng Minghao to the other direction, saying that he knew the director, and took his stinky brother to say hello to make him familiar, and chat a few words by the way.

Song Yu is very popular and has a lot of fans. Every time he goes to a gala gathering of stars, the performances are always late, and the waiting time is more than ordinary stars.

After putting on makeup and styling, he can't run around. Apart from walking back and forth in the dressing room and doing stretching exercises, he can only sit obediently and play with his mobile phone.

Click on Weibo and switch to the trumpet account to swipe.In addition to the consultation and push related to tonight's party on the hot search square, the news about Sun Jiejun's official announcement of Watching Diplomats is more attractive.

After all, it is a well-known competitive game owned by a big company, and there are plenty of faces.In addition to the official announcement, the official also bought a lot of pushes from the consultation account.

But Sun Jiejun is too vague, and the paper data is flooding.Under the overwhelming publicity, it didn't cause much splash. The only attention was focused on the official blog. It was a few ignorant OW players who were asking: Who is this?Never heard of it.

"Yo, why don't you just leave it here and watch me consult?"

A disgusting sound came from behind Song Yu.

Song Yu rolled his eyes towards the sky, calmly swiped the Weibo away, and didn't bother to talk to the person behind him.

"Don't ignore people, I'm not here to trouble you this time." The order of appearances was in the middle, and Sun Jiejun, who came off the stage after the show, had a playful smile, "A man keeps his promises, and it's hard to chase after him. I said I won't trouble you if I give resources. , we must do what we say.”

Song Yu sneered, still swiping his phone, not wanting to look back at that person.

"You still have time to be honest?"

Listening to Sun Jiejun's steady breathing and no tremor in his tone, Song Yu knew that this man must have faked it just now.

The singing skills are not good enough to lip-sync every day, and the dancing is limp and weak. If such a person becomes an idol, it will be blamed if he can be popular.Resources can last for a while, but can they last for a lifetime?

"I know what 'accept as soon as I'm good', thank you this time." Sun Jiejun was shameless, "I originally asked for the name - how prestigious a diplomat sounds! Unexpectedly, A broken game that a child loves to play, the queue is quite enough? There are pushes everywhere.

"Although the statistics are mediocre and the circle is small, it's better than nothing!"

Song Yu sneered: "That's right, you don't seem to think it's enough?"

"There's nothing you can do if you don't have enough. Who told me this is the 'last time'? I can see that you care about this resource, and I snatched it away. Seeing that you are not comfortable, I am very comfortable."

Sun Jiejun is really a dog who can't get rid of eating shit, so he has to dance in front of Song Yu no matter what, which is annoying.

"Top star, that's it, that's all your use value. From now on, I don't talk to you, you don't talk to me; I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid of the black-faced god boss behind you."

"Go away." Song Yu's tone was cold, "No one wants to talk to you."

Sun Jiejun didn't speak any more.Looking at the flickering figure printed on the makeup mirror, this disgusting thing has finally left.

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, praying that this would be the last conversation with Sun Jiejun.It's too unlucky, every time he talks to such dirty things, he feels that he is reducing his lifespan.

"Song Yu, there are still five shows ahead of you, you can go backstage and wait for the show to prepare."

"Oh, yes, I'll come right away!" Hearing the reminder from the staff, Song Yu hurriedly stood up.

I wanted to find his personal assistant, and asked the assistant to help me put away my phone and organize my clothes, but when I turned around and bumped into a hurried figure, I almost felt dizzy.

"...Are you okay?" Song Yu supported the visitor, "Is there any injury?"

The person who was hit was a Staff backstage at the concert, wearing uniform black clothes, black pants, and white sneakers.

With the experience of being secretly photographed before, Song Yu became more discerning and took a random look at Staff's work card.

Well, the props team's name is Wu Chen.

"No, it's okay." Wu Chen looked flustered, his eyes fluttered restlessly, swaying from side to side, "I'm fine. Are you not hurt?"

"I'm fine." Song Yu frowned slightly, "You look... very disturbed, what's wrong?"

It is normal for staff to wear black clothes and black trousers, because they often have to shuttle between the front and backstage. Black clothes are low-key and inconspicuous, which can avoid grandstanding.But the staff are also very busy and tired, and the prop team often has to move things back and forth. Few people would wear hats and masks to wrap themselves up so tightly.

Wu Chen was dressed very tightly.It's a hot day, and the backstage is not cool, Song Yu would like to ask if you are not hot?

"It's nothing. I can't find a prop. I'm a little anxious." Wu Chen was still very nervous, looking around, "I'm running out of time. I'm looking to see if there is anything that can be replaced."

"Oh, so."

Song Yu saw that Wu Chen's hands were empty, and apart from his work card, there was only a pen pinned to his chest pocket. There was nothing suspicious, and he didn't look like a bad guy.

"Then you look for it, and be careful not to bump into anything again. I'll go backstage and wait. I wish you success."

"Wait!" Wu Chen grabbed Song Yu who was about to leave, "That..."

"What's the matter?" Song Yu paused, and waited patiently for Wu Chen to continue, "If you want to sign a group photo, you have to wait until I finish the performance, anyway, I'll be back here later."

"Yeah, um!" Wu Chen didn't deny it, and nodded, "If we can still meet later, then I'll come and get you to sign a photo!"

"Ah?" Song Yu was taken aback, not quite understanding what Wu Chen meant, "Are you going to leave later? If you want to leave, then I--"

"No need!" Wu Chen gently pushed Song Yu, signaling to Song Yu that time is urgent, "You go, the show goes by so fast, there are three left, it's almost your turn!"

Communication is of course not as important as acting.After hearing this, Song Yu waved his hands and walked backstage.

This is not good for the later programs, and often have to speed up the process because the previous programs time out.

The host on the stage seemed to be speaking at double speed, and in a blink of an eye a commercial plus three programs passed, and it was Song Yu's turn to take the stage.

"Ahhhhhhhhh Song Yu! My little treasure island!!"

"Sing well baby, today we have four cameras, I'll cut the beautiful four cameras for you when I go back!"

"Song Yu's mother loves you!!!"

"Mom loves you!" Among the continuous screams, one person's voice was particularly deep and abrupt, "Xiaodao Xiaodao, mom loves you!"

Song Yu, who should have bowed his head to pose, raised his head uncontrollably, and followed the direction of the sound source to find it.

Sure enough, he caught sight of the two Cheng brothers sitting in the first row.

The two brothers each had a light blue cheering stick, imitating the appearance of the female fans around them, and waved them vigorously.

"Come on!" Cheng Qiwen and Song Yu met their gazes, Cheng Qiwen held the support stick and made a gesture of raising his hand, "Mom, come on, I love you!"

"Pfft..." Song Yu couldn't hold back, and chuckled, which was almost passed through the microphone.

——He actually saw that this person was imitating the angel's ultimate move!

The prelude to the music started slowly, and while Song Yu cursed "crazy" in his heart, he managed his expressions and began to move with the rhythmic music.

This is not the first time he has performed on stage, in front of so many people, and watched by a large number of cameras.

It was the first official performance that was watched by Cheng Qiwen.

It's strange, it seems that all the burdens are gone at once.For the first time, he felt that he was really standing on the stage, and his movements were so light and smooth.

The feeling of smoothness is a bit like the mood after playing a competitive game with perfect coordination and easy victory.

At the end of the performance, Song Yu bowed his thanks.Before stepping off the stage, Song Yu took another look at the two Cheng brothers in the audience, and followed the agreed procedure to officially announce the date of the first solo tour.

"Thank you for your support and waiting! Next month, I will still be in this gymnasium. I look forward to your arrival. We will see you there!"

Most of the people sitting at the scene were "islanders" from Songyu.The excited screams of the islanders almost broke the top floor of the gymnasium, and the two Cheng brothers sitting in the front row were so frightened that they had to take a step back.

However, outside the closed gymnasium with poor signal, public opinion has changed for several days.

The author has something to say: Don't engage in petty tricks, your every move can be seen by the audience! (serious face)

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Thank you broccoli baby for the red envelope *2~~ mejiu meijiu, my favorite vegetable (?) is broccoli!Broccoli, my favorite vegetable in my heart!

It's Friday, happy weekend guys!

Can Ala Meteor be on Saturday this weekend?We will wait and see! (rubbing hands)