"Next, please invite campus singer Zhao Changan to bring you a song "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze".

After the female host reported the show, thousands of viewers in the audience suddenly burst into shouts and warm applause.

A college student, a low-key singer who writes and plays and sings himself, especially in the plagiarism incident of Xu Yijie, donated a lot of money from 230,000 yuan from Danqi Law Firm.

Such a positive and good young man deserves everyone's applause and applause for him.

Zhao Changan took the guitar on the stage.

The entire small square, including the female supporter, was slightly stunned.

"Why is it such a strange look?"

"He is just a student. Isn't it better to wear it well and sing seriously? He is wearing a mask, but still half a mask. What does he want to do!"

"It's still too tender. Isn't this a sensational sensational with a weird look, just like the cockscomb-headed magician in front!"

"You didn't notice just now. There was a green mark on his half face. I'm going to swear!"

"The green seal is still swollen like blood, and I saw it too!"

"I saw it too, and it was still covered with patterns, as if someone had hit a stick with a rubber stick. I had been a security guard and beaten with this rubber stick--hehe, I thought he was wearing makeup on purpose."

"Since you're intentionally putting on makeup, why are you still wearing half of the Peking Opera face? Are you shitting in cotton pants?"

"What if I were intentional makeup?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if that green seal is going to fight? Otherwise, why would he cover it with a mask?"

"Fight, no, isn't he still a student?"

"Which rule says that students cannot fight?"

"If he is really brave and fierce to fight with others, this child is really outrageous. He is still a college student who has grown up and touches the school with a dark spot!"

In the small square, there was a lot of discussion, and they looked suspiciously at Zhao Changan's half-Peking Opera mask.

"Zhao Chang'an, the half of the clown face you are wearing is very interesting. What do you want to express? Look, the audience in the audience is guessing."

The female host has been busy with the performance progress and has no idea that there is a dark blue mark on her left cheek under Zhao Changan's mask.

"It doesn't have any special meaning, it's just to respect the audience and my serious pursuit of singing."

Zhao Changan's words made the host confused.

If she couldn't figure out each of these words that she could hear clearly and could understand clearly, they would become a kind of cloud and fog that made her dizzy.

"I'll correct it. Half of the Peking Opera face is a martial artist, not a clown face. It's just a serious and dedicated attitude. I don't plan to laugh at anyone."

Zhao Changan actually doesn't want to correct the female host's mistake, but he is recording now, and TCL and Jiangling will have to be edited and played in stores across the country in the future.

He doesn't want to make people feel that he is cynical because of this "clown mask".

Sure enough, the female host's face suddenly turned red, and her eyes showed a look of shame and anger.

I couldn't help but say loudly with a 'smile': "I think on the contrary, if you carry this half of your face, you are disrespectful to the audience."

"Take it down!"

"Let's see!"

The crowd below shouted in various ways.

"Zhao Chang'an, what's going on with the green mark on your face? Since it's not wearing makeup, isn't it a fight?"

A young man asked loudly at the top of his voice.

The entire small square suddenly silenced, waiting for Zhao Changan's answer.

"This matter can be seen online. Right and wrong will be determined by one's own right and wrong. I will not waste everyone's time here. I will sing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze" for you. I hope you like it."

"coax--"

The entire small square was in an uproar.

"Is Zhao Changan a fight?"

"Nonsense, didn't he admit it!"

"Whoever fights, he probably suffered a lot of losses and almost disfigured his face!"

"Young and young, educated and talented, and look good, why don't you study well and go to fight?"

"What does it mean to not learn well? You can't be beaten by others?"

"If you can't slap a little, don't cause trouble, who will hit him!"

"I have only become famous for a few days, and I have been floating around? If he doesn't change his past, he won't be able to walk for a long time!"

"that is!"

"I'm thinking of you inside the Second Ring Road~

You are on the distant mountain with spring breeze for ten miles ~

Today's wind blows towards you, it rains~

I said all the wine is not as good as you,—”

Amid the uproar, the female host walked to the side of the stage in surprise, and Zhao Changan started to play and sing in front of the microphone.

——

Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan, and Lu Feifei parked their cars nearby and arrived at the small square of TCL's activity store, which was already crowded with people.

Especially just now, a lucky audience drew a Jiangling light truck, which made the crowd crazy, and people kept rushing towards the small square.

The three of them had to stand on the outermost side.

Zeng Xiaoxiao called and saw Zhao Changan taking a half-picked Peking Opera martial artist mask on stage. The question and answer with the host. The crowd was filled with people,—

Zeng Xiaoxiao, Yin Wan and Lu Feifei couldn't help but change their color.

——

When Zhong Lianwei took a taxi back to the old resident courtyard of the Phosphorus Fertilizer Factory, the scene in front of him shocked him.

I saw that downstairs covered with broken glass, people were standing in groups of three or three, all of which were young men and women.

Or point fingers or take a photo with a camera.

Liu Yihui, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, was surrounded by a group of people and talked enthusiastically.

There were also several heads exposed on the broken balcony window on the third floor, and there were even some people who had to take the camera and shoot around.

There is no doubt that their rented house has become a small attraction by this time.

——

After singing "Ten Miles of Spring Breeze", Zhao Changan bowed to the audience, stepped down from the stage and waited for Zeng Xiaoxiao and the other two at the door of the hall behind.

Although he was stopped by the security guard and the people in the small square in front were not allowed to come, there were still many viewers taking photos at Zhao Changan, who was standing at the door and wearing a half-Peking Opera mask.

The sound of the old-fashioned film cameras and the dazzling flashes of the flashes are coming one after another.

"Brother Zhao, you really have the courage."

Diao Lincheng handed Zhao Changan a cigarette, but Zhao Changan waved his hand seriously and refused: "Don't poison me, I'm still a student."

Diao Lincheng was a little stunned for a moment.

"Did you see, so many people take photos of us? If you want to become famous in the future, you have to cherish your feathers. There is no need to leave the scene of yourself smoking."

“Uh~”

Diao Lincheng was speechless by Zhao Changan, thinking to himself, 'You said I should cherish my feathers, didn't you just take the initiative to admit to the fight?'

"hehe."

Of course, Zhao Changan knew what Diao Lincheng was thinking about now, but the two were just ordinary friends they had just met.

Just as Nan Xiang'er thought just now, 'As a general friend, I can only help you here!'

"My friend is here."
Chapter completed!