After Han Jue walked onto the stage, the first thing he did was not to sigh at the experience of facing 80,000 people, but to turn sideways and look for the four figures.

Before going on stage, Xiao Zhou told Han Jue where the four people would be located, so Han Jue quickly found the person he was looking for.

[Yes.] Han Jue looked at them and slightly let go of his hanging heart.

The familiar banners, familiar broken posters and old posters, familiar people.

Han Jue waved at them.

They saw it. Then they suddenly became very excited.

Han Jue smiled.

Just as Han Jue was about to turn around, a loud voice was heard breaking through the night sky: "Han Jue! I love you!"

When performers prepare before the performance, the audience usually unconsciously speaks lightly, so this sudden confession is very clear at the scene and many people hear it.

The person who heard this made a burst of laughter and kind-hearted.

But Han Jue didn't laugh. Because he saw the girl who shouted that sentence, he was already in tears. Including the three girls beside her, he couldn't hide his excitement. He grinned while crying, waved to him with tears and laughter, and also called his name.

Han Jue looked at it quietly and suddenly felt something heavy hitting his heart.

Backstage, singers' standby room.

The director's camera gave the girl who confessed, so the hosts and musicians in the standby room saw the four girls holding [w.i.n.5] posters and banners.

"I am a fan of [w.i.n.5], and the posters are all very old." He Lie said.

"I remember that poster!" Luo Peiqi pointed to the screen and said in surprise, "My real sister was a fan of [w.i.n.5] before! She also has one poster! It is the first and last batch of five people!" What Luo Peiqi didn't say was that the poster was later torn off by his sister.

"They should have waited for a long time." Wang Songjie whispered.

When everyone was immersed in emotion, Shen He, who had "no eyesight" came out to destroy the atmosphere.

Shen He turned his head and asked Zhang Yiman: "Xiaoman, look! Someone is confessing to your boyfriend! After you go on stage and sing, should you say something harsh to them? [Hey! Go and love your own boyfriend! My boyfriend doesn't need you to love you!]"

Before Zhang Yiman could speak, the others began to dislike and accuse Shen He:

"You are the most personal when you don't speak."

"Do you really think Han Jue won't beat you?"

However, when Zhang Yiman faced Shen He's joke, he shook his head seriously and said, "It's a very happy and lucky thing for uncle to have such fans. Every one is priceless, the more the better. I can't be happy, so I won't scold them."

Zhang Yiman's response made Shen He even less like a human being.

"Hey! I'm joking," Shen He panicked, stood up and dissatisfied with Zhang Yiman, "If you speak nicely like this, wouldn't it make me look like a villain?"

Everyone spoke in unison: "You are the evil one, okay?"

On stage.

Zhang Zishang saw Han Jue quietly looking at a place, but instead of standing quickly, he trembled and reminded: "Teacher Han!..."

Han Jue came to his senses and took a last look at the four people.

He let out a heavy breath.

The lights on the stage and the lights on the stands suddenly dimmed.

Looking at the densely packed glow sticks in front of him, Han Jue had time to understand what it felt like to perform for 80,000 people.

But Han Jue found that he was no longer nervous.

[I want to sing to them.] He has only one idea.

Han Jue didn't think about what ranking this song would get in the end, nor did he think about whether the lights that might fall off above his head and the floor that might collapse would kill him. Han Jue just wanted to sing this song well to those four people, and the [w.i.n.5] fans who were as pitiful and cute as those four.

Han Jue and Zhang Zishang were ready.

In the darkness, a robot in a suit and ties appeared on the big screen in the center of the stage, holding the Bible.

The audience was confused and only heard Han Jue's low voice whispering.

【Wanfu Maria thanks you for your gift to my family.】

The audience cannot understand Italian, but subtitles appear on the screen.

After one sentence, the classical and religious accompaniment slowly rang, and the violin and the ding-dong sound of the piano, coupled with the subsequent prayers, made the audience feel only peaceful.

However, when Han Jue recited [I pray for God, your grace, forgive my sins on this day], the atmosphere of music suddenly changed, and the tension, gloom, and suspense came from the light and heavy violin. On the other two screens on the stage, a female-shaped robot appeared, chanting in the tone of an opera on the screen. The sense of space and picture appeared together.

The audience kept their minds and listened carefully.

The musicians in the standby room also leaned forward and stared at the screen.

【In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, Amen.】

The prayer ended, and the audience was silent for a second, and the real accompaniment sounded.

When the dense drum sounded, the female robot singing on the screen suddenly opened her mouth wide, and sharp high notes were also emitted from the speaker:

【ah】

One after another.

After four sounds, many viewers found themselves getting goose bumps and their scalp was numb.

At this time, some of the lights on the stage had already lit up.

The audience could see Zhang Zishang wearing a black suit, facing the audience with his back down, lowering his head to pray to a giant cross.

The accompaniment at this time is bizarre and erratic, like the tranquility before the storm.

Just by listening to the prelude so far, most viewers can already determine that this is a very unique song. Some viewers who listen to more songs have even smelled an unusual smell. They feel that they will witness something this night.

And this feeling becomes stronger after hearing the lyrics.

The accompaniment ended, and after four drum sounds, Zhang Zishang stopped praying.

He looked up, turned around, and spoke:

【

The cool morning dew, wet black dress, foggy on the stone road, the father is lowly

Helpless enlightenment can only be more cruel, everything is for the way to the church

The fog that cannot be blown away, the intention is gone, who is walking gently, stops

Before I could cry, the bullets passed through took away the temperature

...】

Although Zhang Zishang was nervous, after thousands of practices, even if his head was muddy, the lyrics could be blurted out.

In the impression of those who know Zhang Zishang, Zhang Zishang is not good at rap. He is like a ball of cotton, soft and pure. Soft and clean people are suitable for singing soothing love songs. Zhang Zishang is optimistic, so dance music and fast songs are OK.

However, no one expected that Zhang Zishang would end up wearing a suit, with a white rose on his chest and singing rap. Looking at the lyrics displayed behind the screen, this was a unique and dark rap.

But, he sang really well. Damn it!

Such a Zhang Zishang was unexpected. After he sang like this, many viewers greatly improved Zhang Zishang.

After a period of time, Zhang Zishang put down the microphone.

People know that the next part should be Han Jue, but Han Jue is no longer on the stage.

Just as people were thinking that Han Jue would appear from above or below the stage, the giant cross that Zhang Zishang had bowed his head and prayed turned over.

On the back of the cross is a seat, wide and straight, like a throne, with Han Jue sitting on it.

Han Jue also said a black suit, but the difference between Han Jue and Zhang Zishang is that Han Jue wore a red rose on his chest. Han Jue is more suitable for wearing a suit than Zhang Zishang.

Zhang Zishang moved when singing, but Han Jue didn't move, so he just sat firmly on the throne with his legs crossed.

It was Han Jue's turn to sing, so he sang lightly with the microphone:

【

Each of us is guilty of different sins

I can decide who is right and who should fall asleep

The argument cannot be resolved, in the never-ending night

Turn off your mouth, the only favor

...

】

Han Jue's voice is lazy and not very loud, but he has a strong aura and a strong presence. The lyrics he sang are also very domineering.

The lyrics are about the story of the mafia, but to Hu Fei's listening, such lyrics can easily remind her of the once domineering Han Jue.

At that time, when fans were blind and liked Han Jue, they felt that Han Jue was right to do anything. Han Jue was not good to anyone and was arbitrary. In the eyes of their fans, this was reality and personality. Even if Han Jue was not good to their fans, they worked hard and loved Han Jue like a Bodhisattva.

After Han Jue changed jobs, he did not apologize to his fans for his behavior, nor made any statement. He seemed to ask his fans to continue to love him, and everything was right.

Hu Fei and the president went to Han Jue together, hoping to get an explanation. Even if it was a lie, they could deceive themselves.

But Han Jue just said a few words.

【Who are you?】

【It's up to you.】

Who are they? What does it matter?

They were the veteran fans who had just joined the [Blue Whale]. They were building fan stations for Han Jue, managing fans, organizing activities, running around and following the itinerary to support him, canvass him votes... They spent six years of youth and reached the [w.i.n.5] fan club management. However, Han Jue asked who they were, it was their nothing to do.

Hu Fei and the president were really injured.

【

Kiss my left hand in exchange for a promise of forgiveness

The old organ is in the corner, and it is always accompaniment

The black curtain is blown by the wind and penetrates the sun silently
To be continued...