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[Xue Zhiqian: My family, who understands?! Those evil capitalists have finally targeted this poor nobody like me! For a whole month, I was locked in a basement, recording songs in the dead of night! Brother Stone is simply inhuman! But the four new songs Boss Yu gave me are absolutely amazing! June 5th, Bird's Nest, come hear me sing! If you don't come... I'll kneel at the entrance of the Bird's Nest and beg you to come! Attached: A selfie taken from a terrible angle with messy hair and dark circles under my eyes.]

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In recent years, Xue Zhiqian has accumulated a considerable fan base through various quirky jokes and several hit songs.

These people usually enjoy watching him go crazy in the comments section.

just now.

The person in charge is finally getting down to business.

The comments section exploded.

[Holy crap! The Bird's Nest?! Xue Xianyu's finally made something of himself! Is he finally going to embarrass himself in a big venue?!]

Four new songs? Produced personally by Boss Yu? Buy, buy, buy! I'll sell everything I own to buy them!

[Those dark circles under his eyes, that thinning hair—looks like Chang Shilei has drained him dry.]

How much are the tickets? Click the link now! My wallet is itching for a bite!

[Anything produced by Yu Le is guaranteed to be a masterpiece. I'd even go there just to listen to him chant sutras!]

Its popularity online has skyrocketed.

........

The day for ticket sales arrived quickly.

on the screen.

The countdown to the ticket purchase channel is rapidly decreasing.

Xue Zhiqian squatted on the swivel chair next to him.

Hands clasped together.

He was muttering to himself.

God bless you.

May the Jade Emperor protect us.

May the God of Wealth bless you.

"May Boss Yu bless you."

"Don't leave the venue empty, absolutely don't leave it empty. If we sell half of it, I'll go burn incense in gratitude."

Wang Luochuan turned his head.

"Brother Xue, stop reading. The server load is already at 80%. The number of people in the queue outside has exceeded one million."

"A million?" Xue Zhiqian lunged forward.

My face was almost pressed against the monitor.

"You're not kidding me? Are there really that many people who want to see this nobody?"

"I'm not lying to you." Wang Luochuan pointed to the large red seal pattern in the center of the screen.

sold out.

Xue Zhiqian was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes.

The backend data is stuck at 80,000.

Time displayed: 9 minutes and 42 seconds.

"This...this is broken, isn't it?" Xue Zhiqian pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling.

"Tencent's servers won't break down." Yu Le walked in carrying a thermos.

He sat down in the chair next to Xue Zhiqian.

Unscrew the lid.

He blew on the hot air.

I took a sip of goji berry water.

"Less than ten minutes. Lao Xue, you're really angry this time."

The internet is in an uproar.

The number one trending topic on Weibo: Xue Zhiqian's Bird's Nest tickets sold out in seconds.

Countless fans lamented in the comments section.

"Damn it! I didn't even get to see the verification code properly before it was gone!"

"Eighty thousand tickets! Are you tentacle monsters?!"

"Looking for an inner-field ticket at a high price! Price negotiable!"

Xue Zhiqian looked at the comments.

"I've made it! I, Xue, have truly made it!"

"Eighty thousand people! Eighty thousand votes!"

..........

June 5th.

Beijing.

Bird's Nest Stadium.

Night falls.

All 80,000 seats were occupied.

Countless blue glow sticks filled the entire stands.

The shouts of 80,000 people soared into the sky.

"Xue Zhiqian! Xue Zhiqian!"

Backstage dressing room.

Chang Shilei grabbed Xue Zhiqian by the collar.

"Hold on to the high notes! Don't crack them! If you do, I'll kill you!"

Xue Zhiqian nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Brother Stone! Even if I sing until my lungs burst, I absolutely won't break!"

It was exactly 8 p.m.

All the lights in the stadium suddenly went out.

in the dark.

A bright white spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

The lifting platform slowly rose.

Xue Zhiqian was wearing a dark red suit with an extremely tight cut.

The hair is combed back.

He held the microphone stand on the floor with one hand.

Head down.

There were no funny or silly actions.

The intro to "Animal World" begins.

Dull.

Repressed.

Xue Zhiqian raised his head.

"A few shots here, a few pokes there—"

Animals don't necessarily need sharp teeth—

"Whether the way you express affection is polite or not is none of my business—"

"To swallow your lover whole—"

"And you also need to appear gentle and refined—"

His unique, textured voice was amplified throughout the venue by the top-notch sound system.

The fans in the audience immediately erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap! So handsome!"

"Is this crazy bastard really this good when he's serious?!"

"That voice is amazing!"

The passersby in the front row stared wide-eyed.

"Is this really that 'Salty Fish' who posts jokes online every day?"

"That singing is pretty good!"

Xue Zhiqian closed his eyes.

Holding the microphone.

"Humans use sand to try and mold the Tower of Babel of their dreams—"

"Willing to pay any price for greed—"

"Riding expensive wooden horses, the nests are stacked one on top of another—"

The chorus bursts forth.

He abruptly pulled off the microphone.

He strode confidently across the stage.

Full of emotion.

The high note was hit steadily.

The song ended.

The entire stadium erupted in screams that seemed to lift the roof off.

There was no stopping.

The lights shifted to an ambiguous pinkish-purple hue.

The melody of "Ambiguous" then flowed out.

"Anyway, all relationships these days are ambiguous—"

"You don't need to put yourself in a difficult position; just find someone who is a good match—"

Several female dancers dressed in black lace dresses walked onto the stage.

The focus is on Xue Zhiqian.

Xue Zhiqian maintained a distant relationship with them.

Restrained actions.

The tension is at its maximum.

Eighty thousand people waved glow sticks in rhythm.

Xue Zhiqian stood at the edge of the stage.

Listening to the cheers of tens of thousands of people.

His eyes reddened.

Tilt your head back.

She forced back her tears.

Then he sang several more old songs.

Xue Zhiqian was covered in sweat.

He was panting.

I wiped my face with a towel.

"Thanks!"

He bowed to the audience.

Raise your head.

He reverted to his usual carefree and jovial demeanor.

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted."

"You lot, shouting like that, don't your throats hurt?"

The audience burst into laughter.

"It doesn't hurt!"

Xue Zhiqian strolled around the stage with a microphone in his hand.

"You don't feel pain, but I'm being tortured to death."

"Do you know how I've spent the past month?"

"Boss Yu locked me in the basement!"

"Brother Stone whips me every day!"

"They won't let me eat! They won't let me sleep! But they make me belt out high notes!"

The audience burst into laughter again.

The fans shouted from below the stage.

"Well done, Boss Yu!"

Xue Zhiqian pretended to be heartbroken.

"Are you guys even my true fans?!"

"Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you."

"I need to go downstairs and change my clothes, and get a drink of water while I'm at it."

"Next, please welcome my special guest for tonight."

"This guest is quite remarkable."

"Let's give them a round of applause!"

Xue Zhiqian turned and ran off the stage.

The passageway behind the stage.

Shu Chang clung tightly to the door frame.

His feet were kicking wildly on the ground.

"I'm not going! I'd rather die than go! It's too embarrassing!"