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Chapter 403 The First Concert
The rain outside the window was drizzling; it had been falling all night and was now coming to an end.

He Daqi was looking at the comments under his Yabo.com account on his phone. Smartphones are so convenient; you can just swipe your finger to turn to the next page.

The Weibo post I made yesterday afternoon already has tens of thousands of comments, and some of the top comments have even received more than 50,000 likes.

Clearly, his Weibo post announcing his new album surprised many people. At this moment, He Daqi's fans were celebrating like it was New Year's Day, and his comment section was buzzing with excitement.

"Dad, why are your teeth gold?"

The girl sitting next to He Daqi on his left peeked at her phone screen and saw a screenshot of He Daqi in the comments. The photo showed He Daqi as the leader of the Axe Gang in the movie "Kung Fu Hustle," holding a wine glass and grinning with big gold teeth. The caption read: "Look, that's what you call professional!"

He Daqi chuckled and reached out to pat his daughter's head: "This is fake, it's for filming purposes."

"I know! I know!" The little boy on the right clapped his hands and said happily, "I've also seen a picture of Dad holding a water gun and leading a little duck swim ring! He was laughing so happily! It was for the sake of the photo!"

Upon hearing this, He Daqi's face darkened, and his dead memories began to attack.

Zhou Huimin, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa eating strawberries, was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. After finally managing to hold back her laughter, she smiled and kissed her son's forehead, looking at his puzzled little face. Then she said with a smile, "Huanhuan, the photo you're looking at wasn't taken for the photoshoot."

After saying that, he looked up at He Daqi, whose face was dark, and burst into laughter again.

Everyone has embarrassing moments, right? Is it really necessary to laugh like that?

He Daqi pursed his lips and looked down to continue reading the comments.

The feedback from fans is positive; they are all looking forward to He Daqi's album release and are discussing where to buy it so they won't miss out on hearing He Daqi's heavenly voice when it's released.

As I was scrolling through the comments, the screen suddenly switched to a phone call.

He Daqi answered the call without even seeing who it was, leaving the other person a bit confused and speechless for a while.

"Hello? Is it connected?"

"Sister Liu, what's the matter?" He Daqi asked casually after recognizing who it was.

"Daqi, are you really not going to participate in any music variety shows to promote the album before its release? We've received quite a few invitations; if you have the time, you'd better go."

Liu Ying knew that persuasion was useless, but she still called to offer some advice, probably because she had also noticed the lively discussion in He Daqi's comment section.

"No need, Sister Liu. I didn't intend to make money from this album. It doesn't matter how much or how little it sells. I will upload the music videos directly to Fengyu Video website for netizens to listen to for free."

"...Alright, if you've decided, then I'm all set. But you still need to make an appearance on the album release day. How about a concert or an autograph session?"

"A concert, perhaps."

"Well, I see."

……

……

The heat of October in Beijing hadn't subsided, but even hotter than the weather were the hearts of He Daqi's fans.

at last!

After counting down the days, the album release day finally arrived, and I was finally able to meet my idol. You know, this meeting was not easy.

Tickets for He Daqi's concert sold out much faster than Olympic tickets. On the day tickets went on sale, the online ticketing window seemed to be playing a joke. As soon as it opened, the webpage became inaccessible. When it refreshed, it showed that the tickets were sold out. This made many girls break down and angrily complain about it on He Daqi's Yabo account.

He Daqi couldn't do anything about this. He knew his tickets should be in high demand, but he didn't expect the scalpers to stop performing altogether and pull this stunt.

"Those who couldn't get tickets shouldn't buy them at high prices. Listening to the album at home is just as good. There's no need to go to the concert. It's hot outside, and going out will only make you suffer."

The scalpers in Beijing are notorious for their shady dealings, but He Daqi wasn't afraid. He posted another Weibo on Yabo.com, not knowing how effective it would be, but thinking it would at least be of some use.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the fervor of his fans who wanted to come and hear him sing live.

He Daqi sat backstage, listening to the howling and screaming outside, and looking at the stadium packed with people captured on the surveillance footage. He couldn't help but purse his lips.

In October, the days are no longer as long as in the sweltering summer. The sun sets completely around five o'clock, and it gets completely dark by six-thirty.

One minute before seven o'clock, all the stadium lights suddenly went out, leaving only the glow sticks in the fans' hands as the only light source.

This was so sudden that the previously noisy concert venue immediately fell silent for a moment.

Before the fans could react, the big screen on the stage suddenly lit up, followed by the intro to "Centuries".

Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
The screen began to flash red, yellow, blue, and green backgrounds, while a dozen blue spotlights flashed and swirled around, with only the white graphic of He Daqi holding a microphone in the center of the screen remaining unchanged.

"what!!!"

The screams erupted in unison.

The fans who had been holding the glow sticks on their laps all raised them up, and the constantly swaying glow sticks gathered into a sea in the darkness, their undulations in rhythm with the music resembling giant waves in the ocean.

Some legends are told!

Some turn to dust or to gold!

But you will remember me!

Remember me! for centuries! "

Wearing a sequined bodysuit, He Daqi suddenly sprang out from the central stage platform, closed his eyes, and started singing with a microphone in hand. He was not only straining his diaphragm but also his arm, and the smooth muscle lines of the arm holding the microphone were fully revealed due to the effort.

"He Daqi!"

"He Daqi!!"

"He Daqi!!!"

The fans went wild!

Watching He Daqi sing on the big screen, the atmosphere at the scene was explosive and anxious. At first, the fans' shouts were not very coordinated, but after two or three shouts, they gradually found the rhythm, and the sound of shouting He Daqi's name completely drowned out the music from the speakers.

This is actually wrong. Logically speaking, even if there is any support, it should be after He Daqi has finished singing. Now, by suppressing He Daqi's singing, it has become a singing accident.

There was nothing they could do; not all of He Daqi's fans were die-hard fans. This was He Daqi's first concert, and they lacked experience in supporting him.

Fortunately, the fans quickly realized something was wrong, and their shouts gradually subsided. They simply waved their light sticks, as if trying to express their excitement. Although the screams continued, they could no longer drown out He Daqi's voice.

The opening of "Centuries" immediately set the mood, and after a little over three minutes, when the music stopped and He Daqi was about to say a few words, the fans really got excited and started chanting his name in unison again.

"Wait a minute..." He Daqi's voice was like a lone boat swaying in the wind and waves, unable to reach the ears of his fans.

What broke his spirits the most was that in the most conspicuous spot in the first row, Zhou Huimin seemed to have gone mad, wearing a mask and holding a glow stick, shouting the loudest.

"Pause!"

"Everyone, stop!"

He Daqi shouted twice before the fans quieted down a bit.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he could finally say a few opening remarks.

"Good evening, everyone, I'm He Daqi..."

Before He Daqi could finish his sentence, Zhou Huimin suddenly stood up and shouted, "Ah! He Daqi! I love you!"

Because Vivian Chow was in the first row, and He Daqi deliberately moved a couple of steps closer to her, Vivian Chow's voice could be clearly transmitted to the entire venue through the microphone.

That's it, the scene that had just quieted down has been reignited.

"He Daqi! I love you!"

Alright, the unified shouts rang out again.

He Daqi glared at Zhou Huimin through gritted teeth. This woman was definitely doing it on purpose. The two of them were too familiar with each other. Even though Zhou Huimin was wearing a mask, He Daqi could still vaguely sense how happy she was laughing.

This wicked woman just wants to make a fool of herself at her first-ever concert!
He Daqi sighed, spread his hands, and looked at his crazy fans in the audience. His helpless expression was clearly reflected in the fans' eyes through the big screen.

Gradually, the scene quieted down.

"Stop it, stop messing around. Did you come here to hear me sing or did you pay for a team-building event to just shout my name?" He Daqi asked with a wry smile.

"I came here just to call your name!" Vivian Chow got up and caused trouble again.

Back when she held her concerts, He Daqi didn't do anything normal backstage, and he almost broke her on several occasions. This time, she finally got her chance and was going to teach He Daqi a lesson he would never forget.

This time, Vivian Chow's voice still resonated throughout the entire venue, but no one echoed it.

Zhou Huimin looked around in confusion, and couldn't help but shudder.

She noticed that the girls around her were all looking at her with hostility. If looks could kill, she would probably be being torn to pieces right now.

The girls' eyes conveyed a clear message: Daqi on stage is already so helpless, why are you still making a fuss? Do you want to get torn apart?
Zhou Huimin sat down awkwardly, sitting upright like a young maiden, obediently looking at the stage, not wanting to make any eye contact with these girls.

As someone who frequently engages in online arguments with He Daqi's fans, she knows all too well what kind of people these fanatical followers are.

Especially the girls in the first two rows, those who can afford to sit here have paid a lot of money. Not all girls from wealthy families are well-behaved, but there are always a few who are lawless.

Zhou Huimin didn't want to get into a physical fight with them. Even if she took off her mask, these young girls would generally not do anything to her once they found out she was He Daqi's wife. Zhou Huimin didn't want to gamble.

How infuriating! When He Daqi was causing trouble at his own concert, why didn't his die-hard fans go and beat him up?
Thinking of this, Zhou Huimin rolled her almond-shaped eyes and glared fiercely at He Daqi on the stage.

That's incredible, the couple are exchanging glances and showing affection right here.

Seeing that the scene had finally quieted down, He Daqi tried to finish his opening remarks.

"Good evening, I'm He Daqi. Thank you all for coming to support my concert. This is my first concert."

To be honest, I never imagined I'd be holding a concert one day. As you've probably noticed, I'm not very familiar with the concert process; I have no experience with it.

I was a little flustered when everyone was calling my name, afraid I wouldn't be able to control the atmosphere. Luckily, everyone was kind enough not to really mess with me.

I won't say much more; all my emotions are in the song. Now, to allow everyone to release their emotions, you can shout for three minutes. I've figured it out; you definitely won't be able to shout for the whole audience, since your voices won't be able to handle it. After three minutes, I will sing one of my new songs, "The Ordinary Road."

Originally, the opening song "Centuries" was to be followed by "Way Back Home," but now Ho Tai-kai has decided to change it at the last minute. The atmosphere is too lively, so let's cool it down.

"Ah! He Daqi! He Daqi! He Daqi!"

Amidst the cheers of his fans, He Daqi turned around, took the guitar handed to him by a staff member, and hung it on his body. The band that accompanied him also calmly went on stage.

This band was found for him by Jonathan Lee from Hong Kong. They had worked well with Jonathan Lee before, so when Jonathan Lee heard that He Daqi was going to hold a concert, he recommended them.

The fans shouted even louder when they saw He Daqi hang up the guitar.

At this moment, He Daqi truly understood. He placed his hands by his ears, palms facing the audience, indicating that he wanted the fans to shout even louder.

The fans didn't disappoint He Daqi; they immediately increased their volume by several decibels, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Shout and scream as loud as you want, and you'll naturally stop when you get tired.

He Daqi glanced at Zhou Huimin in the audience, and now he understood why Zhou Huimin had dared to lead the fans in shouting so recklessly. He guessed that Zhou Huimin had thought of this from the beginning, knowing that the fans would not be able to shout even if they wanted to, so she was so unrestrained.

When the three minutes were up, He Daqi raised his hand and made a stop gesture.

The scene quickly fell silent because the fans were now focused on another matter: whether He Daqi was just using the guitar as decoration or if he was really going to play it. So they all stopped playing in unison.

He Daqi didn't disappoint his fans. Seeing how effective his gestures were, he smiled and said, "I'd like to dedicate a song, 'The Ordinary Road,' to everyone."

Then he started playing the guitar; the intro was short, and the singing was slow.

"Wandering, on the road..."

That's amazing! He Daqi can really play the guitar!
The fans held their breath, afraid of missing any of He Daqi's guitar playing.

At this moment, the girls around Zhou Huimin all stared at He Daqi with starry eyes.

After Zhou Huimin felt the gazes that had been watching her disappear, she pursed her lips. However, she was no better off. Looking at He Daqi, who was shining brightly on the stage, Zhou Huimin's almond-shaped eyes quickly narrowed into crescent moons, and she couldn't hide her smile.

This is a rare treasure that only I can handle; you can only be envious!

(End of this chapter)