Chapter 352 The Stage That Made the Whole Audience Scream!

Avril playfully stuck out her tongue, but the little bit of smugness she felt because of the rumors instantly vanished under Xiao Chen's calm gaze.

She knew that this man never joked when it came to the stage.

"Yes, my esteemed actor."

Avril grabbed the microphone and, like a nimble cat, plunged headfirst into the sound waves of the rehearsal room.

Xiao Chen leaned against the doorway, his slender fingers tapping his thigh lightly in rhythm.

Sunlight streamed through the window, dancing on his profile, which looked as if kissed by God, every bone structure exuding an exquisite cinematic quality.

The following day, at the Kyoto Stadium.

Even before the show started, traffic in the surrounding area was completely paralyzed.

Traffic police officers were extremely busy, their foreheads covered in sweat, but when they saw Xiao Chen's face on the huge poster by the roadside, they couldn't help but mutter:

"This kid is definitely a menace in appearance."

Outside the stadium, crowds thronged.

Fans who couldn't get tickets spontaneously formed a circle, holding up glow sticks and light boards.

"Even without a ticket, it was worth it. Just being able to hear Brother Chen's voice from outside makes my life complete!"

A young man in his early twenties, his face full of enthusiasm, shouted at his companions.

His companion, a middle-aged man in his forties, carrying a briefcase, was no longer concerned with appearances and nodded frantically.

"Who says otherwise? I've been following him since 'The New Legend of Shaolin,' watching Hong Wending grow into Jack. Do you think it wasn't easy for me?"

Several elderly men even gathered together, fanning themselves and offering their comments.

"Xiao Chen is a very upright-looking guy. My granddaughter calls him 'husband' every day. I actually think he's a pretty good son-in-law."

Inside the venue, backstage.

Wang Jinhua was efficiently directing the staff to conduct the final checks.

She turned to look at Xiao Chen, who was putting on makeup, her eyes filled with the love and pride of an elder.

"Xiao Chen, today's scene is even more exciting than the Oscars red carpet."

Xiao Chen looked at her through the mirror, a faint smile curving his lips, making her face even more stunning.

"Aunt Hua, keep a low profile. Don't let Avril hear this, or she'll get cocky."

Wang Jinhua was overjoyed and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, get ready to go on stage. The reputation of Shiba Culture depends entirely on you."

At exactly 8 p.m., the stadium lights went out instantly.

The screams nearly lifted the roof off.

"Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen!"

The unified shouts resembled some kind of ancient ritual, both fervent and devout.

In the darkness, the sound of a guitar strumming suddenly rang out, carrying a strong punk flavor.

The intro to "Girlfriend" is fiery and explosive.

A powerful spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Avril Lavigne looked like a burning fire in her cool sequined mini-dress.

Beside her, Xiao Chen wore a black fitted vest with a semi-transparent silk shirt over it, the buttons casually undone.

The face of that all-around movie star was so perfect on the high-definition screen that every detail was breathtaking.

"Hey! Hey! You! You! I don't like your girlfriend!"

Avril pointed at Xiao Chen, her voice booming.

This song was originally created in anger when she mistakenly thought Xiao Chen had a girlfriend.

The current collaboration is more like a playful exchange across time and space.

Xiao Chen didn't take the microphone; instead, he started dancing as a backup dancer.

His movements were crisp and clean, without the deliberate effort of backup dancers, yet possessed a relaxed quality befitting a top-tier actor.

Whenever Avril sang the chorus, Xiao Chen would turn to the side at just the right moment, making an extremely gentlemanly yet slightly provocative invitation.

The male fans in the audience went crazy.

"Wow, Xiao Chen dances this well too? Is there anything he can't do?"

"With that face and figure, even I, a guy, would want to marry her!"

"Jack! If you had jumped like that on the Titanic, would Rose have jumped into the sea with you?"

In the center of the stage, the two began to rehearse their positions.

The moment Avril turned around, Xiao Chen's magnetic voice cut in with a harmony.

"No way! No way! I think you need a new one!"

Even with just two simple lines of chorus, his natural pitch and unique youthful timbre instantly drowned out the restless sounds of the instruments.

Avril sang with increasing enthusiasm, even displaying a competitive spirit.

She circled around Xiao Chen, her eyes revealing her undisguised emotions.

Xiao Chen raised an eyebrow slightly, signaling to her with his eyes to tone it down.

But to the audience, this kind of "exchanging glances" is simply a large-scale sweet moment.

"Help! They're so good together! A Grammy-winning actress and an Oscar-winning actor, this is the ultimate pairing!"

"Xiao Chen, that sweet-talking little vixen, look how much he's bewitched Avril."

The stage effects were absolutely amazing.

The flamethrower, in sync with the drumbeats, brought the atmosphere to a climax.

After a sliding step, Xiao Chen suddenly braced himself with one hand and deftly executed a street dance pose.

The hem of her dress rose slightly, revealing a section of her firm V-line.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent for half a second, and then the boos and shouts that erupted were enough to go down in history.

Ye Huimei sat in the VIP seat, smiling as she ate sunflower seeds.

"That brat, he's flirting with girls again."

Wang Jinhua, standing beside him, corrected him with a helpless expression:

"Sister Ye, that's called personal charm. Look, that old man over there is almost standing up and dancing."

On stage, the music ended.

Xiao Chen was slightly out of breath, and beads of sweat slid down his high, straight nose.

He looked at the sea of ​​people below the stage, suddenly picked up the microphone, and gave a mischievous smile.

"Hey guys in Beijing, that dance you just did didn't embarrass us men, did it?"

Humorous banter instantly bridged the gap between them.

"You didn't embarrass yourself! You were incredibly cool!"

"Xiao Chen, I love you!"

Xiao Chen waved his hand, his expression composed, but his speech was quick and playful.

"Love me, but don't love Avril Lavigne. She's really fierce during rehearsals."

Avril pretended to kick him, and the two started playfully fighting again.

The lighting and sound engineers backstage were completely stunned.

"This is the style of an international superstar; one face can appeal to men, women, young and old."

Even in the entertainment industry, where beauties abound and handsome men abound, Xiao Chen's existence is still an anomaly.

He never tries to show off, but as long as he stands there, the light will automatically gather around him.

This opening show is destined to dominate global headlines for the next month.

It's not just because of Avril Lavigne's popularity.

And it was because of that man named Xiao Chen that the definition of omnipotence was redefined once again.

After all, even as a backup dancer, she can create an effect that makes all the young men on the internet collectively heartbroken and young women collectively go crazy.

At that moment, Xiao Chen simply bowed gracefully.

"Next, I'll hand the stage over to Miss Ai. I'm going to wipe my sweat, or Aunt Hua will dock my pay."

This humorous ending drew laughter from the entire audience.

As he stepped off the stage, his figure disappeared into the darkness, but he left a flame in everyone's heart.

Wang Jinhua, the CEO of Shiba Culture, watched all this from the audience, silently opened her phone, and sent a short message to various media outlets.

"Today's theme: The all-around Xiao Chen, igniting the capital."