"Now, I would like to invite campus singer Zhao Changan to sing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" for everyone."

After the female host announced the curtain, the thousands of viewers in the audience suddenly burst into cheers and warm applause.

A Fu student, a low-key singer who writes, plays and sings his own songs, and who was especially uncontested in the Xu Yijie plagiarism incident. He also donated every penny of the 230,000 yuan advanced by Danqi Law Firm.

Such a positive young man deserves everyone's applause.

Zhao Changan stepped onto the stage with his guitar on his back.

The entire small square, including the female host, was slightly stunned.

"Why such a strange shape?"

"He's just a student, shouldn't he dress well and sing seriously? He's wearing facial makeup, or half facial makeup, what does he want to do!"

"It's still too young. Aren't you trying to impress the public with your weird looks, just like the stupid cockscomb-headed magician in front of you?"

"You didn't notice just now. There's a blue mark on half of his face. I bet you!"

"The bruises are also swollen like blood congestion, I also saw it!"

"I also saw it, and there were lines on it, as if someone had hit him with a rubber stick. I worked as a security guard and beat him with this rubber stick - hehe, I thought he put on makeup like this on purpose.

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"Since you put on makeup like this on purpose, why are you still wearing half a Peking Opera mask and shitting in cotton pants?"

"What if I didn't put on makeup on purpose?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if that green mark was caused by a fight? Otherwise, why would he be wearing a mask?"

"You can't fight, right? Isn't he still a student?"

"Which rule says students can't fight?"

"If he is really brave enough to fight with others, this kid will be really shameful. He is still a college student at Fuzhou University and is bringing trouble to the school!"

There was a lot of discussion in the small square, and everyone looked at Zhao Changan's half-face of Peking Opera with suspicion.

"Zhao Changan, the half clown mask you are wearing is very interesting. What do you want to express? You see, the audience in the audience are all guessing."

The female host had been busy with the performance and had no idea that there was a dark green mark on Zhao Changan's left cheek under the mask.

"It doesn't have any special meaning, it's just to respect the audience and my serious pursuit of singing."

Zhao Changan's words made the host confused.

She couldn't figure out how each of these words, which she could clearly hear and understand, combined together, turned into a kind of cloud and fog that made her dizzy.

"Also, let me correct you. This half of the Peking Opera mask is a martial arts mask, not a clown mask. It is just a serious professional attitude. I have no intention of making fun of anyone."

Zhao Changan actually didn't want to correct the female host's mistake, but he was recording it now, and TCL and Jiangling would edit it and broadcast it in various stores across the country.

He doesn't want people to think he is cynical because of this 'clown mask'.

Sure enough, the female host's face suddenly turned red, and her eyes showed a look of shame and anger.

I couldn't help but said loudly with a 'smile': "I think on the contrary, you are disrespecting the audience by wearing this half-face."

"Take it off!"

"Let's see!"

The crowd below shouted in various ways.

"Zhao Changan, what's the matter with the bruise on your face? Since it's not makeup, is it from a fight?"

A young man asked loudly at the top of his lungs.

The entire small square suddenly became silent, waiting for Zhao Changan's answer.

"This matter can be seen on the Internet. The right and wrong can be determined by themselves. I will not waste your time here. Now I will play and sing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" for everyone. I hope you like it."

"coax--"

The whole small square was in an uproar.

"Zhao Changan had a fight?"

"Nonsense, didn't he admit it?"

"Whoever he fought with, he probably suffered a lot, and his face was almost disfigured!"

"Young and young, educated, talented, and good-looking, why don't you learn well and go fight?"

"What do you mean, if you don't learn well, you can't be beaten by others?"

"If you can't slap a slap in the face and don't cause trouble, who's going to hit him!"

"He's only been famous for a few days and he's gone? If he doesn't change his ways, he won't last long!"

"that is!"

"I'm thinking of you on the Second Ring Road~

You are ten miles away in the spring breeze on the distant mountain~

Today the wind blows and rains on you~

I said all the wines are inferior to you,——"

Amidst the uproar of discussion, the female host walked to the side of the stage in surprise, and Zhao Changan started playing and singing to the microphone.

——

Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan, and Lu Feifei parked their cars nearby and arrived at the small square of Tcl's event store, which was already dark and crowded with people.

Especially when a lucky spectator just got a JMC light truck, the crowd went crazy, and people kept pouring towards the small square.

The three of them had no choice but to stand at the outermost edge.

Zeng Xiaoxiao called and saw Zhao Changan wearing half a Peking Opera Wusheng mask on stage and having a Q&A with the host. The crowd roared,——

Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan, and Lu Feifei couldn't help but change their expressions.

——

When Zhong Lianwei took a taxi back to the community of the old family home of the Phosphate Fertilizer Factory, the scene in front of him shocked him.

I saw that downstairs, which was covered with broken glass, was full of people standing in twos and threes, all of them young men and women.

Or point and point, or take pictures with a camera.

Liu Yihui, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, was surrounded by a group of people and was talking passionately.

On the third floor, there were several heads exposed at the broken balcony window connected to the kitchen. Some of them were holding cameras and taking pictures.

There is no doubt that their rental house has become a small attraction at this time.

——

After Zhao Changan finished singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", he bowed to the audience, walked off the stage and went to the entrance of the hall behind to wait for Zeng Xiaoxiao and the others.

Although the security guard stopped people from coming to the small square in front, there were still many spectators taking photos of Zhao Changan, who was standing at the door wearing half a Peking Opera mask.

The 'click' sound of those old-fashioned film cameras and the dazzling flash of the flash came one after another.

"Brother Zhao, you are so courageous."

Diao Lincheng handed Zhao Changan a cigarette, but Zhao Changan waved his hand and refused seriously: "Don't poison me, I'm still a student."

Diao Lincheng was in a daze for a moment.

"Have you seen that so many people are taking pictures of us two? If you want to become famous in the future, you must cherish your feathers. There is no need to keep the footage of yourself smoking."

"Uh~"

Diao Lincheng was speechless by Zhao Changan, thinking to himself, 'You also said that I should cherish my feathers, didn't you just take the initiative to admit to the fight?'

"hehe."

Of course Zhao Changan knew what Diao Lincheng was thinking now, but the two of them were just casual acquaintances.

Just like what Nan Xiang'er thought just now, 'As a casual acquaintance, I can only help you so far!'

"My friend is here."
Chapter completed!