You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

Section D.

Duoduo hummed along to the melody.

She wasn't very good at singing, but pointing her little finger at Ye Chen's face on the big screen, she said in her childish voice, "Mommy, why isn't Uncle Ye Chen singing? Did he forget the lyrics?"

Mom smiled and kissed her forehead: "You didn't forget the lyrics, did you? It was Uncle who was 'cried' by everyone singing them."

Duo Duo tilted her head and thought for a moment, then shouted towards the stage, "Uncle Ye Chen, don't cry! Duo Duo will sing for you!"

The adults around all laughed, and then their eyes welled up with tears.

This little girl is so witty!

Broadcast studio.

"This...?" Chen Ping's thermos cup remained suspended in mid-air, and he did not put it down for a long time.

"These 10,000+ people are going to sing a song together?"

"Minister Chen, did you hear that? Even the people on the mountain are singing so in unison!" Lin Xiaotang's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief!

She was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed:

"Huh? Ye Chen's expression just now... didn't it look like he'd had his wallet snatched in the street?"

Chen Ping paused for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "This kid... got 'ambushed' by his own fans."

Lin Xiaotang immediately took out her phone and secretly recorded the scene: "Ye Chen got humiliated in this scene, I have to save it... to tell my best friend when I get back."

……

Special Guest Area.

Zhang Yiming's jaw nearly dropped: "Ye Chen's fans are even more outrageous than our choir!"

Wu Yifan's female assistant whispered, "Teacher Wu, the whole audience is singing along..."

"What's so great about it? It's just pop songs, anyone can sing them. Ye Chen's only talent is being led by the nose by his fans." Wu Yifan sneered, but there was a hint of sourness in his voice.

Li Shuyuan laughed so hard that wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes.

"This child is so pitiful. Look at him, a singer, just standing there, he can't even hold the microphone up."

Professor Zhang leaned closer: "Don't you feel sorry for him?"

"Sympathy?" Li Shuyuan asked, her eyes filled with envy. "What kind of treatment is it for a singer to have over ten thousand people sing their song like that?"

As she spoke, she sighed, "I've sung folk bel canto my whole life, and I've never had this kind of spectacle."

Professor Zhang also felt somewhat bewildered: "I've been teaching music for decades, and this is the first time I've seen a singer being deprived of their right to perform at a concert."

"Professor Zhang, what level do you think Ye Chen is at?" Zhang Yiming asked.

"This is called a reverse concert. Ye Chen has created a new genre where the fans are the lead singers and the singers are the mascots," Professor Zhang said seriously after thinking for a moment.

Zhang Yiming: "..."

Alright, why should I say anything and make myself suffer?!

That's such a foul mouth, it's truly awful!

……

He suddenly remembered!

When this song was released, he hadn't yet traveled through time; it was originally sung by the original lead singer.

But at this moment, Ye Chen realized that the reason his fans sang these catchy pop songs was because they liked him as a person.

No matter what he sings, they will sing it.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen's nose felt a little sore.

He stood there, listening.

Listen to these twelve thousand people sing the song he has sung for ten years on his behalf.

The last note faded.

Deafening cheers and applause erupted simultaneously inside the stadium.

Ye Chen raised the microphone, his expression a mixture of anger and amusement, as he gritted his teeth: "Fine, fine, so this is how you guys play games?"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience:

"Ye Chen! Did you hear that?! We sing better than you!"

"Ye Chen! Get down here! Give me the microphone! I'll sing for you!"

"You come down, I'll go up! I sing better than you!"

Ye Chen pointed to the audience below, counting from left to right, as if criticizing them by name, or perhaps complaining:

"I painstakingly prepared this new song just to prevent you guys from stealing the microphone! And what do you do? You go straight to the interactive segment, requesting old songs and having a big sing-along? And you even claim you sing better than me?"

"Fine, you guys are something else." Ye Chen pointed at Li Xiang, his teeth clenched, "You actually came up with this kind of 'dirty trick'?!"

"You just wait! Since you're going to play such dirty games, I'll have to come up with a plan for the next interaction!"

Laughter, applause, and screams erupted from the audience, creating a chaotic scene.

Zhao Xiaogang was inside, laughing so hard he was doubled over. The group chat had already received over 99 messages.

Chen Tangbao nestled into the sofa and asked, "Did it work?"

Did you guys see his expression just now? I took a screenshot!!! I'm going to make a meme!!!

Was his nose red just now?

Yes. He broke down.

Brothers, we won!

After Ye Chen finished taking a sip of water, the noise from the audience gradually subsided: "Fine, I really can't do anything with you guys..."

That's what he said, but the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up.

At the same time, the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a serious expression:

"Alright, that's enough fun. Now, let's move on to the next song!"

The audience immediately began whispering among themselves.

"Three new songs already. Do you think he can release any more?"

"No! Please, please don't! I beg him not to sing the new song! I cried so much during those four songs that my makeup is all ruined!"

"It's uncertain. Four new songs would be enough to sustain someone else for half a year. Even if they were, they wouldn't surpass the level of 'Grandma' and 'Misplaced Time'."

"I'd rather he sang an old song. It was so much fun singing 'First Love Diary' together just now; that was our stage!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Ye Chen, you choose an old song! Let us sing it! You just need to be the background figure on the stage!"

"Whenever he sings an old song, I grab the microphone and the whole audience immediately sings along!"

"Old songs? Finally, I've made it! My voice is warmed up, and I'm ready to belt out anytime!"

Inside, dozens of people simultaneously put down their phones, exchanging knowing glances with sly smiles on their faces.

Dodo from Section D had no idea what the adults were plotting, but she hugged her police teddy bear and looked up at her mother, asking:

"Mom, is Uncle Ye Chen angry?"

Mom smiled and ruffled her hair: "No. Uncle is very happy."

Special Guest Area.

Wu Yifan, with his legs crossed, said casually, "After three new songs in a row, you must be running out of ideas by now, right?"

"Mmm," the female assistant responded softly, but her gaze remained fixed on the stage.

"The first song relies on the weather, the second on sentimentality, and the third on historical filter. This fourth one should also be able to explode; I'll eat this chair." Wu Yifan's sourness was impossible to hide.

His voice was heard by several people around him.

Li Shuyuan sighed and said, "Even if the next song is a new song, it will never reach the heights of 'Grandma' and 'Misplaced Time'."

A person who has been singing pop songs for ten years can only write two or three decent revolutionary songs, which is already a last gasp. Where does he get the confidence to keep going?

Professor Zhang paused for a moment: "Three new songs. Even if we stop now, this morning was already quite a spectacle."

Meanwhile, in the broadcast studio.

Lin Xiaotang flipped through the playlist she had registered.

"Seven songs left... one of them is a musical," she whispered. "Minister Chen, do you think he can keep up the good pace?"

Chen Ping said cautiously, "I also hope that Ye Chen can maintain this level of performance."

"But to be honest, it's difficult to write even one high-quality revolutionary song like this."

"Maintaining this level of quality for all ten songs... it's not impossible, but it's too difficult. Too difficult."

"Dawn?" Lin Xiaotang turned to the next page of the playlist and whispered the name of the next song.

Chen Ping took the playlist and looked at it, his brows furrowing: "Dawn... just two words in the title, I wonder what style it is."

Just then, a single piano note fell, a crisp, clear note like a drop of water falling into a deep pool.