N-M Chapter 371 It's still the same stadium, it's still the same person.
Chapter 371 It's still the same stadium, it's still the same person.
"If you can't hit the high notes, I'll go up there myself and give you the chords."
Lin Zhou released his grip.
He smiled and gently pushed Su Qingge forward, watching her shimmering white dress completely disappear into the darkness at the end of the corridor.
next moment.
The lights on the ceiling of the entire Workers' Stadium in Beijing went out in an instant.
The stadium, which had been so noisy it seemed like it was about to blow the roof off, fell into a deathly silence in an instant.
The sudden darkness made everyone instinctively hold their breath.
boom!
A beam of pure white holographic spotlight suddenly lit up, tearing through the darkness in the center of the stage like a sharp sword.
Su Qingge stood in that beam of light.
She was wearing a white haute couture tulle dress that was a perfect micron-scale replica of one from ten years ago. The South African diamonds embedded in the skirt shimmered like a galaxy flowing backwards under the nano-light.
After a half-second silence, the entire arena suddenly erupted into a tsunami of screams.
The sound was so loud it almost ripped off the specially made soundproof ceiling.
The undefeated beauty of time.
This is due to the microscopic nourishment provided by the eternal health halo left behind when the system was unbound years ago.
The Su Qingge before me, with her exquisite and beautiful face, showed no trace of the ravages of time.
Her skin was still fair and delicate, even more so than it had been ten years ago, with an indescribable warmth.
She stood quietly in the center of the stage, her right hand slightly raised, holding the custom-made pure white microphone.
Her once aloof and proud gaze has become more charming after ten years of experiencing the everyday life around her, and her peach blossom eyes are now filled with a tenderness that makes people want to drown in it.
It's still the same stadium as before.
On stage was still the same woman who had amazed an entire era.
"Holy crap... the Kasen (Poet Immortal) is really back!"
"She's in her thirties? You call her a full-time mom who's been retired for ten years?"
"I was a freshman in college back then, and now my kid's in kindergarten, why is she still exactly the same as she was back then?!"
In the VIP section at the front, countless middle-aged executives dressed in suits and ties, who were usually serious and unsmiling in various multinational companies, jumped up from their seats the moment they saw Su Qingge appear.
As they looked at that familiar figure, their eyes instantly turned red.
Youth has returned.
That subtle tactile sensation, buried deep in memory and belonging to passion and dreams, surged wildly back into everyone's minds along with that white gauze dress brimming with nostalgia.
Several longtime fans in the back row even knelt on the ground in a daze, waving their discontinued glow sticks from ten years ago, letting tears stream down their weathered faces.
They weren't waiting for a commercial performance.
What they are waiting for is that passionate period of their lives that they can never return to.
"Mom looks incredibly cool today!"
Lin Nuonuo sat in the first row of the VIP section, so excited that she stepped directly onto the bulletproof railing, swinging her long legs and shouting at the stage in a rather unladylike manner.
"Sis, lift your skirt up a bit, Grandpa Chen is watching from behind."
Thirteen-year-old Lin An sat beside him, and although he was complaining, his big, dark eyes were full of pride for his son.
He even glanced somewhat provocatively at Lin Zhou, who was standing next to him wearing a sharp suit and standing with his arms crossed, trying to appear profound.
Old Chen stood behind Lin Zhou, holding a specially made silk handkerchief in his old hand.
The old butler rubbed his slightly dry eyes and sighed in a low voice.
"Young Master, when Madam looks at me like that, it's as if I'm seeing that night when you led us to kick down the door of the Beijing Chamber of Commerce."
Lin Zhou didn't even lift his eyelids; his gaze remained fixed on his wife on the stage the entire time.
He casually tugged at his tie, unable to hide the roguish air about him.
"That's right, my woman will always be number one on this planet, no matter what."
Lin Zhou gave a light, somewhat cynical snort.
Although he spoke casually, the knuckles of his right hand, which was tucked into his suit pocket, were slightly white.
He knew better than anyone how many strings Su Qingge had secretly worn out practicing in the holographic music room on the island in preparation for tonight's perfect comeback.
The reason why the true god is an invincible god is that his ambition is no less than that of this financial tyrant.
On stage, Su Qingge slowly raised her left hand and made a slight downward adjustment gesture towards the hundreds of thousands of nearly frenzied audience members.
For an instant.
The tsunami-like cries and screams were abruptly silenced once again, as if a mute button had been pressed.
This is the power of mythology.
She didn't need to say anything more.
With just a wave of her hand, the hundreds of thousands of people in the Workers' Stadium had to follow her breathing rhythm.
"have not seen you for a long time."
Su Qingge parted her red lips slightly, and her voice, carried clearly and without loss, entered everyone's eardrums through the million-level nano-light equipment.
The voice was still clear, but it had gained a subtle, profound quality that could soothe all the restlessness in the world.
"Ten years have passed, thank you for still being here."
The longtime fans who had just stopped crying couldn't hold back their tears again when they heard this simple opening line.
The stadium was instantly filled with a series of suppressed sobs.
"Have fun."
Su Qingge turned her head and gave a slight nod to the world-class Royal Symphony Orchestra that the Lin Group had hired for a billion dollars to be on the side of the stage.
boom!
The first cello solo, rich and powerful, is like a sleeping dragon suddenly opening its eyes in the darkness.
That familiar melody was none other than Lin Zhou's masterpiece that made her famous back then—"The Beginning".
As the dense drumbeats and piano arpeggios poured down like a torrential rain, Su Qingge slowly closed her eyes.
She raised the microphone, and the first high note broke through the confines of the venue almost effortlessly, soaring into the somewhat gloomy night sky of Beijing.
"Li Ming, what about the backup holographic solution I asked you to prepare?"
Lin Zhou stood in the shadows of the stands, a fierce protective glint in his eyes, and suddenly asked a question into his headset.
Li Ming, the president of Starry Sky Media, was sweating profusely on the other end of the phone. Upon hearing his boss's voice, he quickly slammed the walkie-talkie on the table.
"President Lin, rest assured, 20,000 specially made nano-drones have been deployed over the stadium throughout the city."
Li Ming swallowed hard, his voice filled with trepidation.
"When Madam sings the climax, the entire night sky of the capital will be imprinted with the Lin family's totem."
Li Ming made his promise in a low voice.
"That's more like it. If anything goes wrong tonight, you'll be feeding chickens to me and Old Chen on the island tomorrow."
Lin Zhou gave a somewhat cold warning, then snapped the physical switch in the headset.
He turned his head and looked at his daughter and son, who were watching intently beside him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips once again.
"Dad, Mom's vibrato just now sounded a little more advanced than the piece I played yesterday."
Xiao Linan tugged at Lin Zhou's sleeve, somewhat resentfully.
Lin Zhou leaned down and flicked his forehead without any politeness.
"Nonsense, your mother has eaten more salt than you've seen piano keys, so stop questioning the singing skills of the true god."
Lin Zhou laughed and cursed.
"After Mom finishes singing, can I go up and give her the bag of spicy strips I hid in my pocket?"
Nuonuo asked mischievously from the side.