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I sang for an hour and a half, and it was time for the fans to order songs.

Guitar & lead singer Si Chen walked to the center of the stage with the microphone, facing the fans below:

"The next step is the song ordering session for fans. Everyone wrote the song they wanted to hear the most on the note and sent it to us. The first five notes to arrive are the last five songs we will sing next. Come on!"

The fans suddenly became excited and flipped pens and paper from the bag. Unfortunately, there were not many people carrying bags, and very few people carried paper and pens with them. Everyone asked the people around them nervously and helplessly: "Do you have paper and pen? Take it up and write it quickly! Just write the song "Time Machine"!"

Someone went outside to borrow paper and pen and paper from security guards or bartenders.

Jiang Fanxi rubbed his slightly sour arms and sat down for a while. He was thirsty and grabbed the ice Sprite that the staff had just sent and opened it and drank it.

Her legs were slightly open, and she sat on the drum stool with a handsome posture, sweating on her body, and her white T-shirt had long become translucent, revealing the silhouette of a black sports vest inside.

In front of me, the band member who was originally interacting with the fans suddenly became silent, turned to look at her, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Jiang Fanxi twisted the bottle cap and heard from the keyboardist Zeng Jia, "This music fan named Boss, I'm sorry, we don't have this song." After saying that, he raised the note in his hand, "This song list is invalid! Please send another one up."

Jiang Fanxi thought someone was having a prank, so he didn't think much about it.

After a while, five songs were collected and the next performance began.

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The whole performance ended, and it was late at night.

Jiang Fanxi was tired, hungry and hot, and he closed the stick and went back to the backstage first. Other members of the band came in one after another, with each looking unhappy, and his eyes were full of confusion when he looked at her.

We have been together for ten years, and we all know what the other person is thinking with one look. Jiang Fanxi raised his leg and kicked Zeng Jia who was sitting beside him: "What's going on? I just invalidated that one, who ordered the song?"

Zeng Jia came over and asked in a low voice: "Which are you here today?"

Jiang Fanxi kicked him again: "It's your business."

Zeng Jia then understood, and took out a note from the back pocket of his jeans and threw it to her: "Your boss wrote it to you."

Jiang Fanxi:???

She sat up in confusion, opened the note, and wrote on it with a flying dragon and phoenix.

[My aunt still drinks ice sprite in pain? After the performance, let's talk.]

Signature: Your boss.

She recognized this as Tang Yi's word, and immediately got so angry that she kneaded the notes into a ball and threw them into the trash can. She lifted her backpack and stood up quickly: "I'll leave first, wait for you outside."

For some reason, she always felt that Tang Yi would catch her somewhere. She didn't want to meet him, so she had to leave here quickly.

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Jiang Fanxi walked through the back door from the backstage path and wanted to take the path to the parking lot.

There were black saxaul in the corridor, and occasionally a service staff who packed up a whole basket of wine glasses passed by, bringing the sound of "clang clanging" glass impact, and the chilly wind pouring in from the back door.

Jiang Fanxi's T-shirt was half wet, and was blown by the wind, which made her tremble all over and trotted to the back door.

Just as she ran out of the back door, a sinister "Jiang Gong" suddenly came. The next moment, she saw a familiar tall figure from the corner of her eyes.

Tang Yi leaned against the wall with both hands, looking at her with a dark face.

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Mr. Jiang is really in pain, but Mr. Tang obviously doesn't believe it. What should I do???
Chapter completed!