After finishing communicating with the staff who stepped forward to remind him, Ye Zhiqiu found that Swift looked at him a little strangely, and asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Thank you for your suggestion. Do you usually use this method when performing on stage?"

Swift half-joked: "Have you found the target audience in the audience? If not, I can go sit in the audience after the performance and you watch me sing."

"No need." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, "I won't be nervous when I go on stage."

"Ah?" Swift was stunned and asked curiously: "Even in front of an audience of 20,000 people?"

Ye Zhiqiu said with a normal expression: "For truly powerful performers, they can't wait to go on stage to show off themselves."

"..."

Ye Zhiqiu's words immediately silenced Swift.

Because the beauty Swift was too conspicuous, there were many singers backstage who kept looking towards her from time to time, and their expressions became strange.

Where did this kid come from? He didn’t even look down upon the crowd of 20,000 people. He was a bit crazy...

Not far away, a black guy muttered something, his voice was neither loud nor quiet, which probably meant "Where is the pretender from, he knows how to brag and deceive a little girl" or something like that.

I guess it was because I watched Ye Zhiqiu and Swift chatting all night, and the conversation became more and more heated, which made me feel a little sad.

Ye Zhiqiu himself told the truth and ignored the other party, but Swift, who knew a little about his resume, was convinced and looked at him with even more admiration.

After being reminded by the staff, Swift was ready to go on stage.ωωw..net

Swift stood up, looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Can I make a request?"

"...You said." Ye Zhiqiu said.

Swift took a deep breath and said, "Can you give me some encouragement? I'll just absorb your courage."

The word "envy" is clearly engraved on Brother Hei's face.

Ye Zhiqiu was silent for half a second, stretched out a fist and said: "Come on."

Swift was stunned for a moment, a look of disappointment flashed across her face, and then she quickly reached out and fist-bumped Ye Zhiqiu happily.

"Thank you! Come on, too!"

When Swift's tall and slender figure walked away, a loud voice came from beside Ye Zhiqiu.

"Oh no!"

The black brother just now said to Ye Zhiqiu in a very regretful tone: "Brother, you missed a good opportunity!"

"I bet she would never refuse you just offered a hug!"

Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and said it didn't matter.

It was also boring to wait, but Brother Hei was very interested in chatting. He came up to Ye Zhiqiu very familiarly and said: "It doesn't matter, there is still a chance. After the performance, go and ask her for her number. You will definitely get it."

"Then..." Brother Hei made a 'you know' expression, and said with a smile: "Brother, can we discuss it? After you succeed, ask her if she has any close friends, and introduce them to me.

"

As he talked, Brother Hei even tried to persuade him with some sincerity: "Believe me! She is definitely one of the most beautiful singers in the music industry. You will regret missing this opportunity..."

Ye Zhiqiu was speechless. In order to prevent the other party from getting more and more ridiculous, he had to interrupt: "I have a girlfriend, so I don't mean that."

Brother Hei was stunned and subconsciously asked: "More beautiful than Swift?"

"..." Ye Zhiqiu nodded.

Brother Hei was shocked and carefully looked at Ye Zhiqiu's face for a few seconds.

After confirming that it was not a joke, I immediately felt a pang in my heart.

This guy is really here to show off!

...

Outside the venue, the atmosphere at the music festival was lively.

They paid for tickets but did not receive corresponding services. The organizer's extremely perfunctory attitude angered many viewers, and the singers who performed also felt uncomfortable.

For those who are somewhat famous or can sing well, once the singer's performance is not up to standard or makes a mistake, huge boos will erupt in the venue as a sign of protest against the organizer.

After another 18th-line singer struggled to finish singing amidst the scoldings and left the stage with a black face, it was Swift's turn to come on.

With a tall figure comparable to that of a model, blond hair, blue eyes, and a delicate face, Swift received a lot of screams and applause as soon as she appeared on the stage, which shows that the audience is still tolerant of beautiful women.

In addition to her outstanding appearance, it is obvious that Swift's level is much higher than that of ordinary singers.

After the two songs ended, the audience responded enthusiastically. He was one of the few singers on the scene who was able to escape unscathed without overturning.

In the audience, foreign student Han Jing, like the people around him, craned his neck to see who the next singer would be.

I was really out of my mind at that time, so I came up with the idea of ​​spending 200 US dollars to attend a music festival.

I originally thought that since the venue is not far from the school, and the online promotion is so good, it would be good to experience the "high-pitched" atmosphere of the music festival that I saw in the video before.

As a result, I didn't feel the atmosphere I imagined at all, and my ears were filled with the voice of the organizer of "FUXX", an irritable audience.

Later, Han Jing freed himself and started scolding him, which gave him a sense of release.

As I was thinking about it, the audience around me who hadn't stopped complaining since the beginning of the music festival started talking again.

"What? Who is this Jackson Ye?"

"Yellow-skinned...Asian singer?"

"It doesn't matter what race he is, I've never heard of his name! It's probably another campus singer that the organizer hired to make up the numbers to save costs!"

"FUXX! My ears are going to experience another ten minutes of torture!"

Hearing the word "yellow skin", Han Jing quickly looked at the singer who had just appeared on the stage.

In the distance, the figure wearing a casual white T-shirt, simply dressed but exuding strong confidence, could be someone other than Ye Zhiqiu.

It’s finally here!

Han Jing cheered up. He was Ye Zhiqiu's fan in China, and Ye Zhiqiu's name in the program was also an important reason why he insisted on watching it now.

"Ah! Ye Zhiqiu!!"

Han Jing's sudden shout startled the audience around him. He shouted in Chinese. Everyone could not understand what he was saying, but they were not allowed to continue to boo in protest.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the boos from the audience seemed to be louder than those of the previous singers.

A worried look flashed in Han Jing's eyes, and he looked at the figure on the stage.

Standing in the center of the stage, Ye Zhiqiu, who was carrying an electric guitar amid boos, looked calm, glanced around the audience, and then suddenly made a move.

He put his fingers on the strings, and with a dazzling move, the electric guitar produced a gorgeous, rhythmic melody.

An expert will know if it is there as soon as he takes action.

Ye Zhiqiu directly suppressed the boos with his hand. Anyone who knew a little bit about music could see how difficult the scene was, and understood that the singer on the stage seemed not to be easy.

After a short show, Ye Zhiqiu's first song performance officially began.

This time, many viewers turned their attention to the song names on the big screen on the stage.
Chapter completed!