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Chapter 100 Ayumi Hamasaki Concert: Wu Guo is dumbfounded!

11 month 19 day.

7 PM.

Wu Guo walked through the streets of Shibuya, feeling somewhat numb.

He is a well-known film critic in China, and he was invited to participate in the Tokyo International Film Festival.

The film festival ended on November 5th, and he was supposed to return home yesterday, but several news items caught his attention.

#Shocking! Utada Hikaru spotted at Shiba Park, but fans searched for half an hour without finding her#

#Breaking! Xiang Nan appeared at Zhi Park and was surrounded by fans. He was eventually cornered and had to sign autographs and take photos with them.#

#Expert Analysis: In the same fan attack, Utada Hikaru's team completely crushed Xiang Nan's team#

Upon seeing the news, he was stunned and stood frozen in place.

Nanmei is on her period? And in Tokyo no less?

Then I can extend my sightseeing time and see if I can bump into him on the street.

Finding Nanmei among all those short, stout people in the daily life is incredibly difficult!

So, he "bumped into" someone in Zhiyuan Park for two days.

Not found————

On the neon-lit street, Wu Guo held a handwritten translation booklet in his hand, with traditional Chinese characters on one side and Japanese on the other, making communication not difficult.

"What the hell are you looking for, you idiot!"

Communication is not difficult, but finding the right person is indeed difficult.

Fortunately, I got lucky yesterday and managed to snag a ticket to Ayumi Hamasaki's concert from a scalper. I'm thinking of going to relax tonight and experience the charm of Tokyo's otaku culture.

"arrive!"

The building in front of him was a bit too exaggerated. Wu Guo looked up at it for a long time before stopping.

"This is the Giant Egg? It looks pretty average."

Although it was impressive, Wu Guo believed that the Bird's Nest stadium in his motherland would be even more awesome after it was built.

The Tokyo Dome can only hold 50,000 people, while the Bird's Nest—well—can hold at least 100,000!

"いらっしゃいませ!" (Welcome)

"Marseille, Marseille!"

After having his ticket checked, Wu Guo followed the crowd inside, and the entire Tokyo Dome finally came into view.

"Wow"

"Sigh~"

The surrounding crowd kept gasping in amazement.

A huge stage, triangular seating, with the central triangle being the VIP area, and the two rear tiers of stands are also super large!

The setup here can be changed at any time. If the singer needs it, the stage can be extended to the center of the audience, allowing 50,000 people to surround them.

But—for some reason, today's stage is a normal rectangular stage, relatively conservative.

"But it's okay, I'm in the VIP area anyway."

He went to the third row according to his seat number.

From this vantage point, those with good eyesight can see the stage directly without needing the large screen behind it.

Time ticked by, until eight o'clock, when the entire venue suddenly went dark.

"Minna-san, kongba-wa!" (Hello everyone!)

"Aaaaaah—"

A piercing whistling sound rang out in the venue, and a figure rose from under the stage—it was Ayumi Hamasaki in a kimono.

"Ahhh! a-yu!!!"

"hama-ayu! I love you!"

"Ahhhhh"

"Hiss—" Wu Guo suddenly covered his ears.

Goodness, is this the stay-at-home culture of ordinary life?

The men and women were screaming incessantly, it was so loud it hurt people's ears!

At that moment, a rhythmic beat began.

Before Wu Guo could react, Ayumi Hamasaki's singing began.

「Original Ogiri Noriののに──」

Good grief, starting with zero frames? Is this how concerts are done in Japan?

Wu Guo didn't know much about the music scene, but he was already quite shocked.

First, they are dedicated; they started singing right at the beginning of the show.

Secondly, it's professional. At a live concert, you can genuinely tell that it's a live performance!

Moreover, the experience of listening live is completely different from listening on a pirated player!

Well—uh, I don't understand!

【Ah—いつかforeverの】(Ah, I only hope to step into it)

【梦りにつく日まで】(before eternal sleep)

【どうかその笑面が】(Can I make you smile)

【Juetama Naある様に】(Always be with me)

and many more!

I think I recognized a hint of it, it sounds like Inuyasha?

Wu Guo opened his eyes wide. As soon as he felt a sense of familiarity, he felt like he was in a concert.

He grabbed the gifted light stick and waved it symbolically, standing out from the other fans.

"The final result has finally arrived—"

As the last line of the lyrics fell, the entire venue erupted in another round of thunderous cheers.

Wu's eardrums started hurting again.

Fifty thousand people, or to be precise, fifty-five thousand. Good heavens, even one person spitting on me could drown me.

Wu Guo thought of Nan Mei's foolishness.

They have so many fans, but they don't manage or promote their music.

Um--

This is precisely why he remains so popular, isn't it? After all, rarity increases value.

He doesn't rely on this as his main source of income. I heard that his company's "The Legend of Sword and Fairy 1" sold well.

I'll go back and learn more about it in detail.

"Aaaaaahh ...

Another round of screams erupted as Ayumi Hamasaki changed the song on stage.

"My goodness, doesn't she get any rest?"

Wu Guo picked up the ticket again and glanced at it.

The ticket is not just a ticket; it also contains basic information about the concert.

"Two hours? What the hell?!"

Wu Guo turned his head and glanced at the fans around him.

The men were devout, the women were fanatical.

Is this what Japanese fan culture is like?

Idols work incredibly hard, and fans give their whole heart?

Two hours, if each song is four minutes long and the break is two minutes, that's still twenty songs, not to mention that her break was less than two minutes.

"Special guest?"

On the back of the ticket, there are two figures, one in blue and one in red. They are just simple shadows, and it is impossible to tell who they are. They must be special guests.

"You're really working hard!"

On stage, the figure in the kimono sang while occasionally making random dance gestures, and sweat was already visible on her forehead after only two songs.

In the following period, Ayumi Hamasaki further lowered Wu Guo's standards.

Goodness, they sang non-stop for fifty minutes!

Is this a voice with an iron voice?

Finally, after singing the last line, the Japanese diva stopped, standing on the stage panting, "Huff, huff, everyone, I'm sorry."

A group of fans stared at the big screen with suspicion, not understanding what kind of apology she was giving.

"If—" Ayumi Hamasaki wiped the sweat from her forehead, a hint of guilt on her face: "If I were eighteen, I could sing for an hour straight without any problem, but I'm too old—"

"I won't get old without —a—yu-chan!"

"Won't-

—

The fans in the audience reacted strongly.

Actually, he was just joking. He's only twenty-nine, what's so old about that?

"Haha, even if I'm not old, I need to rest. Everyone, can I take a short break?"

"Ah, no!"

"Yada"

Wu felt a chill run down his spine.

They're too enthusiastic. I could never be like them, reacting to whatever my idol says.

"Then, let's give a round of applause to: the one-in-five-thousand-years-longest—"

"Whoosh—"

The crowd suddenly fell silent. Wu Guo looked around, not understanding what was going on.

"A handsome hexagonal boy —"

"Whoosh—"

"From China—Xiang Nan, the King of the South!"

"Holy crap!" Wu Guo's eyes widened.

He stared wide-eyed at his surroundings. "Did she just say 'konan'?"

Fans: "Aaaaaaahh ...

"Click"

Suddenly, the entire Tokyo Dome fell silent again, then a dynamic rhythm began to play. (loser)

A spotlight shone on the center of the stage, and a tall figure slowly rose up.

With his familiar short black hair, burgundy coat, red leather pants, and red string bracelet, who else could it be but Xiang Nan?

"konan!"

"Ah ...

The cheers from the audience quickly merged into a unified chant.

"konan! konan! konan!"

The cheering sticks and shouts blended together, and even Wu Guo joined in the rhythm of waving them.

But what he shouted was—

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"