Having said that, the mortal mind still feels: "Even if I do something wrong, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson."

"I have nothing to do with you in any life, right? Tell me quickly, how should I compensate me?" Murong Bingyu thought of this and continued to sneer with her arms in her arms.

"That day you gave Grandma Tomato 100 yuan, and I'll give you 100 yuan too. Let's get even. Hurry up and don't get stuck on such trivial matters. I'll rush back to my seat to watch the concert."

Murong Bingyu was ridiculous and terrified: "Without me appearing, what concert are you watching? Then just take 100 yuan to pay for my repair fee."

Liao Xuebing was just talking and playing, but she didn't expect that she really asked for it. She was about to throw the money on the ground and humiliate her. Murong Bingyu had already snatched the money and said with a smile: "Okay, I still owe me a slap and an apology. I'm going to perform soon and settle the score with you later."

Liao Xuebing was shocked. That was his last meal expense. He was blackmailed by the students of Longtoushan Middle School. How could you tell me to live? Just as he was about to rob him without any grace, the agent outside the door shouted again: "Xiaoyu, have you packed up? You're on the stage!"

Lao Liao felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he said, "It's better not to see you again." He hurriedly pushed the door out. More than a dozen lighting teachers, sound engineers, dancers and agents outside the door suddenly saw a strange man coming out of Miss Murong's dressing room, and they were all inexplicably. The agent asked, "Sir, how did you come in? Do you know that our place is a backstage, and idle people are not allowed to enter?"

"Haha, I'm here to present flowers to Miss Murong, I'll leave right away."

The agent immediately went into the dressing room: "Miss, are you doing anything? Who is the person just now? Do you want to ask the security guard to catch him?"

"Nothing, he is my old friend."

Liao Xuebing finally found the exit and hurried back to his seat. An Chunchun asked, "Why have you been to the toilet for so long? I thought you didn't like listening to concerts, so I found an opportunity to slip away."

"Where will it be? I'll take a photo with Murong Bingyu and ask for an autograph."

"Really? Show me." A string of small stars appeared in the innocent girl An Chunchun's eyes.

"She refused to give it to it, and then I beat her up and gave her one hundred yuan."

"Hmph, bragging again!" An Chunchun said with a pout.

At this time, all the lights on the big stage went out, and there was a commotion in the stands, followed by screams, and the glow sticks dotted, decorating the night of the city.

The sound of rain slowly came, and the lights on the stage became hazy. I don’t know what effect I used, but I saw the rain floating on the open-air stage. Following a particularly bright light column, a figure in a long skirt stood quietly and started singing.

"I forgot when I wasted my time... I had a little sorrow in my eyes, and the holiday greetings you gave me..."

The song "Youth Festival" is so sad and melodious, with a melodious melody, gorgeous but not vulgar, intoxicated but even more charming, circling in the gymnasium, as if the stars were instantly lost, and there was only one sound left in the world. Only two words can describe her voice, that is: the sound of nature.

Liao Xuebing was shocked. He had never tried to hear such a good sound. It was like a piece of jade knocking into his heart, making a "ding" sound, not only trembling, but also leaving behind touching.

The excitement of the fans suddenly detonated to the extreme, and cheers and screams intertwined. If a sound could become a physical body, the gymnasium would definitely be smashed into flat ground. But no matter how they shouted, it would never be able to cover Murong Bingyu's singing.

Liao Xuebing was convinced, but he was stubborn and sneered: "It's nothing surprising to pretend to be a god, it's just the same level as karaoke."

"You! Teacher, how could you say that!" An Chunchun said angrily.

If it weren't for the screaming too hard, no one could hear him, otherwise the few fanatical fans behind him would have fought with him.

Standing in the center, Murong Bingyu no longer had the fatigue she had in the dressing room before. She became radiant and energetic, and could be said to be infinitely charming. Standing on the stage, she was like a goddess. It can be said that the stage is her life, and it is her mission to accept the admiration of thousands of people.

Liao Xuebing's throat roared and he swallowed his saliva with difficulty: "This little woman should have fun all night. I wonder if her moaning sounds are so wonderful?"

After the big star finished singing a song, the warm applause on the stage almost turned into an earthquake. She bowed slightly and said to the microphone: "I am very touched that everyone can come to see my concert. Thank you, you are my best friends. The following song is "A Moment, Light Years", I hope you can like it."

Of course, there were screams coming again. "With so much energy, it's better to go to the Northwest to participate in urban construction. There are two meat buns for each meal! It's really a shame to send money to others to spend here!" After Liao Xuebing said that he suddenly remembered that he had just given Murong Bingyu a hundred yuan, and he couldn't help but curse.

This song is no less than the first song, and fans are fascinated by it. From time to time, a smog of smoke rises or a row of gorgeous fireworks burst out on the stage.

There are also a large accompaniment orchestra on both sides of the stage, which shows the luxurious podium of the concert and Murong Bingyu’s detailed requirements for music - a true singer will not endure singing under the accompaniment tape.

At this time, a fan broke through the security guard's obstruction and jumped onto the stage with a bouquet of fiery red roses. Murong Bingyu accepted his flower offering with a calm expression and shook her hand. The fan seemed to have been thinking about it for several years, just for this moment, returning to his seat with endless satisfaction. Suddenly, a leather shoe flew out of thin air to hit him on the face, accompanied by an angry cry: "I am so ugly and dare to shook hands with our Xiaoyu!"

Liao Xuebing broke out in cold sweat, "If the Speed ​​Party members had half of their fanatical passion, I would have swept the underworld in Zhonghai City."

When she sang the third song, Murong Bingyu changed into a set of tight clothes with black background and purple stripes. There were messy chains hanging on her arms and waist. A team of twenty dancers appeared with her, with uniform movements and dazzling magnificently.
Chapter completed!