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The chorus ends.

The stage lights suddenly changed.

Beyoncé rose from the other side of the main stage, her golden gown dazzling under the spotlight.

The two looked at each other from across the stage.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

The arrangement for the collaborative segment was jointly created by Chang Shilei and Beyoncé's music director.

A transitional melody blending Eastern pentatonic scales and American rhythm and blues begins, with an electronic synthesizer as the base and a cello playing long chords.

The two walked towards the center of the stage at the same time.

Beyoncé spoke, her deep voice carrying an explosive power.

Liu Qianqian took over the singing, her voice clear and bright with strong penetrating power.

One sentence after another, two completely different timbres intertwine and entwine.

The audience went wild.

The Hollywood stars in the front row all stood up.

Some people took photos with their phones, while others raised their hands above their heads and clapped along.

The three-minute collaborative segment builds on a rhythmic, layered pace.

The two sang the last high note simultaneously.

Fireworks were set off throughout the venue.

Golden and red pillars of flame shot out from all around the stage, illuminating the night sky above the entire stadium.

The cheers of 65,000 people merged into a single wave that almost lifted the stadium's dome off.

Liu Qianqian stood in the center of the stage, her chest heaving. Sweat streamed down her face, dampening the rhinestones on her neckline.

Beyoncé walked over and opened her arms.

The two embraced in the center of the stage.

Beyoncé leaned close to her ear, her voice drowned out by the noise of the crowd, but Liu Qianqian heard it clearly.

"You killed it, girl."

Liu Qianqian smiled and hugged him back tightly.

"You too, Queen B."

The two separated and waved to the audience.

The lights gradually dimmed.

The stage lowers.

The halftime show is over.

The cheers of 65,000 people still echoed in the stadium, lingering for a long time.

Liu Qianqian walked down the steps from the side stage, her steps much slower than when she went on stage.

Sweat soaked through the entire performance costume, and the sequined mini-skirt clung to her legs, creating a sticky, rubbing sensation as she walked.

Her high ponytail was mostly loose, with stray hairs sticking to her forehead and neck.

She walked into the backstage corridor, where stagehands and staff were moving around and tidying up equipment.

Someone gave her a thumbs up.

Someone shouted "Amazing" in English.

She smiled and nodded without stopping.

I walked all the way to the door of the lounge.

Push open the door.

Yu Le sat on the sofa, legs crossed, holding a thermos in her hand.

Liu Qianqian went inside.

The moment the door closed behind me, I felt as if all the strings had been pulled out of my body.

She slumped into the chair in front of the dressing table, tilting her head back and resting it against the chair back.

Eyes closed.

But the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"worn out."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying the relaxed feeling of someone who had just finished exercising.

Yu Le unscrewed the thermos, used the lid as a cup, poured in half a cup of warm water, and handed it over.

Liu Qianqian took it and gulped it down.

He wiped his mouth and handed the cup lid back to Yu Le.

"Cool."

Yu Le screwed the lid back on.

Are you hungry?

"Hungry."

Liu Qianqian opened her eyes, her voice carrying a coquettish tone at the end.

"I was so hungry. I felt like I burned three days' worth of calories after just five minutes of dancing."

Yu Le stood up and opened the refrigerator in the corner of the lounge.

It was filled with food and drinks prepared by the organizing committee: sandwiches, salads, energy bars, and juice.

He took out two sandwiches and a bottle of orange juice, walked back and placed them on the vanity.

Liu Qianqian tore open the wrapper and took a big bite.

The taste of ham and cheese filled my mouth.

She chewed and mumbled indistinctly.

"Dad, Beyoncé's dancing was really intense. During that collaboration, her aura was so overwhelming that I almost couldn't keep up with the rhythm."

Yu Le sat back down on the sofa.

"But you caught up."

"Absolutely."

Liu Qianqian took another big bite.

Its cheeks are bulging, just like a hamster's.

.........

The next afternoon.

Miami International Airport.

Yu Le and Liu Qianqian boarded a flight back to China.

Liu Qianqian changed into a clean set of casual clothes.

Wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

When she boarded the plane, a white man in business class recognized her and stood up excitedly.

"Crystal!"

Liu Qianqian smiled politely.

After the plane took off.

Liu Qianqian leaned against the window, watching the Miami coastline shrink in her field of vision.

The azure sea stretches to the horizon.

She took off her sunglasses and closed her eyes.

My body is still sore.

Every muscle in my thighs, calves, waist, and abdomen is protesting.

But I felt very calm inside.

A sense of relief after accomplishing something important.

Yu Le sat in the seat next to him, scrolling through his phone.

A message from Yang Nuo.

"Mr. Yu, things have exploded back home."

"Six out of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are related to Sissi's Super Bowl performance."

Yu Le moved on to the next item.

News from Old Mike.

"Boss, latest data."

"As of 10:00 AM North American time today."

"Sissi's Instagram followers have surpassed 6.2 million."

"My Twitter followers have surpassed 4.1 million."

"The official YouTube channel has surpassed 3.6 million subscribers."

"Their Facebook page has 1.8 million followers."

"The total number of followers across all overseas platforms has exceeded ten million."

Yu Le looked at the number.

Ten million.

The total number of followers on overseas social media platforms has exceeded 10 million.

He put his phone away.

They did not wake Liu Qianqian, who was already asleep next to them.

This girl doesn't care much about these numbers anymore.

What she cared about was whether she had performed her best during those eight minutes.