Chapter 353 The Highest Quality Stage!
The stage lights suddenly switched to a cool, deep blue hue the moment Xiao Chen withdrew the side curtain.
Avril stood in the center of the stage, wearing a black leather jacket studded with fine diamonds. She blew a kiss in the direction where Xiao Chen had disappeared.
That was both a provocation and an act of worship.
She opened her mouth and began her solo show with her incredibly penetrating, smoky voice.
The melody of "Complicated" swept through the entire venue, and the fans' light sticks almost broke.
Wang Jinhua, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but smile as she watched the real-time viewership ratings on the monitor.
"With this level of popularity, I'm afraid the Nasdaq screen will have to make room for Chenchen tomorrow."
As Wang Jinhua spoke, she handed a warm towel to Xiao Chen, who had just entered the backstage area.
Xiao Chen took it casually and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
His human skin is truly a gift from God; even the curve of the sweat flowing down his collarbone seems exquisitely sculpted.
"Aunt Hua, this Grammy queen has amazing stamina. My legs are about to cramp up from all the jumping."
His voice had a magnetic quality from exercising, but his tone was soft and gentle, as if he were being coquettish.
Wang Jinhua glared at him reproachfully, but then gently smoothed his slightly disheveled hair.
"Don't give me that crap. After that one strip, how many female fans around the world would fight for you? Your value is going to go up even further."
Xiao Chen shrugged, smiling like a neighborly younger brother who had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.
"Go ahead and raise the price, I'll give you all the money, I just need enough to buy an iced Coke."
His youthful appearance, despite being worth hundreds of millions, made the young women backstage swoon.
Outside the stage, after Avril Lavigne finished her two solo performances, the roar of the crowd nearly lifted the roof off the venue.
This rock diva's stage presence is second to none.
Although most of the fans at the scene were Xiao Chen's supporters, Avril Lavigne's influence was also not to be underestimated.
Just then, the lights went out again.
In the darkness, a light and cheerful bass intro began, with a touch of playfulness and romance.
The beam of light struck the elevator platform without warning.
Xiao Chen changed into a fitted white suit with a semi-transparent silk shirt underneath and casually sat on a high stool.
He held a silver microphone in his hand, his eyes so deep they could drown you.
"A new song, dedicated to all the girls here who 'want to be my girlfriend'."
He winked his left eye at the camera, instantly exuding a charming bad boy aura.
This is "Boyfriend," Bieber's breakthrough hit in his previous life, but Xiao Chen has given it a roguish, aristocratic air.
"If I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go."
"I can take you places you ain't never been before."
"Baby, take a chance or you'll never ever know."
"I got money in my hands that I'd really like to blow."
The magnetic, youthful voice sang softly, and the rap part was surprisingly smooth with a perfect sense of rhythm.
Avril glided out from the other side of the stage, willingly playing a supporting role as a backup dancer.
She danced gracefully around Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen stood up from the bar stool, turned around, and precisely wrapped his arm around Avril's waist.
The two were only a few centimeters apart, their noses almost touching.
"Swag, swag, swag, on you."
Xiao Chen spoke softly into the microphone, his breath brushing against Avril's face.
Avril Lavigne, a superstar accustomed to grand occasions, surprisingly blushed.
The male fans in the audience were both insanely jealous and had to admit that the man was undeniably handsome.
"Stop looking, stop looking! If you keep looking, I'll start to doubt my own sexual orientation."
"Xiao Chen is truly an all-rounder. He won an Oscar for acting and a Grammy for singing. How can anyone else compete with that?"
Many middle-aged men in their forties also joined in, slapping their thighs in agreement.
They grew up watching "The New Legend of Shaolin" and still vividly remember Hong Wending's charisma.
In the blink of an eye, that little kid has become a global icon, and this sense of companionship is incredibly strong.
The two fast-paced songs turned the venue into a giant disco.
Xiao Chen took control of the situation once again, leading Avril to the front of the stage.
"Hey, how about we go for something with a Chinese style?"
He switched to his fluent Beijing accent, which made the Beijing gentlemen in the audience feel a sense of familiarity.
Avril replied in broken Chinese, "Okay, whatever you say."
This stark contrast drew laughter from the entire audience.
As the sounds of the guzheng and erhu filled the air, it was a classic Chinese duet specially adapted by Xiao Chen.
The melody of "Because of Love" flows gently.
The moment Xiao Chen opened his mouth, a gentle, narrative quality washed over you.
He didn't use any advanced techniques; he relied purely on emotional resonance.
Ye Huimei, sitting in the audience, felt her eyes well up with tears and forgot to eat the melon seeds in her hand.
"This brat actually sings quite well."
Wang Jinhua, standing beside him, nodded, her tone full of pride.
"That's called talent. When he auditioned for Jet Li's movie when he was three years old, I knew this kid was extraordinary."
Not only inside the stadium, but also in the plaza outside the Workers' Stadium, tens of thousands of fans who couldn't get tickets spontaneously gathered.
They watched the big screen and waved their phone flashlights to the rhythm of the music playing.
"Here's an old CD for you, listen to our love story from back then..."
Tens of thousands of people sang in unison, their voices penetrating the stadium walls and merging with the sound waves inside to form a sea.
Old Li, a security guard at the venue, has worked here for ten years.
He had seen countless superstars, but he had never seen anything like this.
The crowd outside the venue was even more enthusiastic than those inside, with some elderly women with white hair even humming along.
"Li Tou, Xiao Chen is amazing! This isn't a concert, it's like a national holiday!"
The young security guard wiped his sweat, his eyes filled with admiration for Xiao Chen.
Old Li tightened his belt, stared at the dense crowd, and sighed:
"Is this the allure of being worth hundreds of millions? No, it's his face and his charisma that make him famous."
On stage, Xiao Chen and Avril sat back to back.
His bangs were damp, but they didn't make him look颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, or dejection). Instead, they added a touch of fragile delicacy.
Looking at the sea of stars below the stage, he felt quite calm.
The humility of his past life and the glory of this life overlapped in his mind.
But he still acted like the same joking, incredibly sweet-talking Boss Xiao.
"Thank you everyone for singing along. It was so loud that I couldn't even hear Miss Ai singing off-key."
Xiao Chen put down the microphone and made a face at Avril.
Avril was so angry that she chased after him in front of the camera and hit him. The two of them ran around on stage like two immature children.
This is Xiao Chen.
He possesses a maturity beyond his years, yet he always manages to defuse the pressure of being on a pedestal in the most humorous way.
Wang Jinhua has already received invitations from dozens of top luxury brands.
"Xiao Chen, this money tree, is probably going to grow into a world tree."
She smiled and put away her phone, preparing to welcome Xiao Chen off the stage.
That night, the wind in Beijing seemed to carry the melody of "Boyfriend".
Xiao Chen, however, simply waved his hand lightly in the center of the spotlight.