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The summer sun was hot, and the days seemed especially long.

 

The concert was at half past seven, but the sky was still bright at seven o’clock, and the setting sun was moving down.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei, wearing a headband with Shen Qingran’s three characters on her head, stood at the entrance of the concert to help distribute fan support banners.

 

 

Nowadays, the organisers of concerts basically gave out support lightsticks, and many things weren’t allowed to be brought in, but support banners were still OK.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei was secretly filmed by paparazzi with Shi Fei before, which went viral. Many people knew that she and Shi Fei were classmates or had a good relationship.

 

 

Originally, Zhang Xiaomei was an old fan, but with the incident last time, her Weibo followers skyrocketed, and she became a popular fan.

 

 

Everyone knew that Zhang Xiaomei had concert tickets in her hand that she got with the help of Shi Fei, and a lot of people wanted to buy it.

 

 

So she basically had quite a status amongst the fan group.

 

 

“Xiaomei, you’ve gone to see so many concerts; have you met brother once?” One of the sisters in the support club who were helping to send out support banners asked curiously; she was also Shen Qingran’s old fan called Tong Yu.

 

 

She usually drew some pictures of Shen Qingran, and she was also a popular fan.

 

 

“I’ve seen him at every concert, close up at the front row seat.” Zhang Xiaomei responded with a smile.

 

 

“You know what I mean. I mean in private.”

 

 

“How could I meet him? It’d be wrong to follow him like that; that would make me a stalker.” Zhang Xiaomei handed over the support banner in her hand to a fan.

 

 

“Aren’t you classmates with that big star, Shi Fei? You can ask him to make a dinner date for you, and in the meantime, let me get some light.” Tong Yu smiled and joked, saying, “I don’t have any other requests; I just hope that if there really comes a day, you won’t forget to get me an autographed photo.”

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei nodded and responded, “That’s only possible if I have one myself; I still want it.”

 

 

At this moment, a voice rang out: “Zhang Xiaomei, you’ve been to so many concerts, and you still don’t have an autographed photo? Why didn’t you tell me earlier? I have several of them at home; I’ll give you one.”

 

 

Without looking up, Zhang Xiaomei knew who it was; who else could it be but Zhang Qi, that crazy woman?

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei looked up, her eyes filled with impatience. “Zhang Qi, how come you’re everywhere?”

 

 

Zhang Qi ruffled her flaxen curls and retorted, “Is it strange to see me? I’m also a fan of brother Qingran.”

 

 

“Do you deserve to be called a fan?” Zhang Xiaomei didn’t even want to spit on this woman; there was no point in arguing with her, and with an impatient expression on her face, she waved her hand to drive her away. “Hurry up and go; don’t get in my way here.”

 

 

Zhang Qi’s hands with blue nail polish pointed at the support banner in her hand as she spoke, “Give me a copy of this.”

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei openly disliked her: “These are the support banners that us sisters pooled our money to make; why should I give you a share? Did you raise funds or did you help with the list? Apart from secretly following brother’s private trips, what else can you do?”

 

 

Zhang Qi shook her hair and said, “Stingy, if you don’t give it, then don’t give it; I know you’re just jealous of me.”

 

 

After saying that, she stepped on her high heels and walked inside.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei wanted to hit her with that arrogant posture and was so angry that she complained to Tong Yu next to her, “That woman is really annoying.”

 

 

Tong Yu consoled: “Forget it; don’t get into it with her; it’s not worth it to get angry with someone like her; if you care about her, she’ll be even more aggressive.”

 

 

Zhang Qi was a private fan. It wasn’t a secret to older Qingmei fans; private fans were something that every true love fan hated.

 

 

However, there was no way to change things; according to the rule of law, society couldn’t catch her and beat her up.

 

 

When there were less than ten minutes left to leave the venue, the fans had already collected things, ready to enter the venue.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei took the infield ticket to sit in front, but the other sisters who managed to grab a ticket didn’t get a seat close to the stage like she had.

 

 

Fortunately, there were still a few of her classmates with her; these were also fans of Shen Qingran. Zhang Xiaomei gave them the tickets.

 

 

Dazzling stage lights lit up, all the fans took out the green fluorescent sticks issued by the organisers and waved them, and the whole stadium turned into a sea of green.

 

 

Before he arrived, the venue started playing Shen Qingran’s song, and everyone started to sing along with the music first. The atmosphere was extremely good.

 

 

A countdown appeared on the big screen, and everyone excitedly followed the countdown to count down the seconds.

 

 

By seven thirty on the dot, the music of the prelude began to play, and the central stage elevator slowly rose. Shen Qingran, dressed in a black t-shirt and a black sequined jacket, appeared in front of everyone along with the elevator.

 

 

He didn’t say too many polite words first; he just started singing.

 

 

Even though many of them weren’t coming to his concert for the first time, every time they saw him, it still made their hearts skip a beat.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei was the same, tightly gripping the banner in her hands and shouting wildly.

 

 

Brother Qingran was so handsome. How could he achieve 360 degrees without any blind spots? It was just like he was from a comic.

 

 

[My nose is bleeding, and my blood is going to run out.]

 

Even if Zhang Xiaomei had already come to several concerts, each time she was close to the front row, yet she still had no resistance to Shen Qingran’s face.

 

 

Being close, she was even more able to see the other’s every move clearly. Her usually warm and gentle brother, as soon as he went on stage, became fierce or sweet, completely changing with the style of music.

 

 

His first appearance was probably to ignite the stage; he sang a rock type of song, his eye makeup fit his sharp eyes, and his every move emitted a strong attraction.

 

 

Shen Qingran even sang about twenty songs; the song styles varied: dark, rock, lyrical, and so on.

 

 

After another song, Shen Qingran stood on the stage holding a microphone as he spoke, “I’ve invited a very good friend to help me with today’s concert, so please welcome Shi Fei.”

 

 

Many people were stunned. Usually, when there were invited guests at a concert, they would promote it in advance. However, there was no information about Shi Fei’s help singing this time, and the promotional poster only mentioned the name of another singer before without mentioning Shi Fei.

 

 

Shi Fei came up from the lift with a microphone in his hand. He was wearing a white undershirt, a sleeveless waistcoat outside, and black trousers underneath, which elevated his entire temperament to a much more mature one.

 

 

Shi Fei and Shen Qingran sang a soprano song, which was written by Shi Fei, and this was the first time he sang it in public.

 

 

The two of them had a perfect understanding, and from time to time, they looked at each other with a smile.

 

 

Zhang Xiaomei was stunned that the guest invited by brother Qingran was actually Shi Fei.

 

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