"Do we want to perform on stage?"

Everyone said in unison, wanting to confirm the authenticity of the news.

Wang Dekai shrugged and said, "What does the leader think? I am a working person who has no choice but to make a decision. If you don't let you on stage before, don't hate me. The big guys who can decide on the performance list are sitting in the VIP seats, and little errands like me will just pass on a message to you."

After explaining the truth, even He Yong, who was so angry that he wanted to beat someone, didn't feel that he was so disgusting when he looked at Wang Dekai's face.

"Why are you standing there? Go back to the lounge to get things." Shi Jia was the only one who was clear-headed and said.

Only then did everyone react like a dream and ran towards the backstage. They were afraid that they would waste too much time and lose this precious performance opportunity. It was about a few hundred meters away from the A-zone stage to the backstage lounge, but it only took less than 4 minutes for their round trip.

In front is the steps achieved by hand and scaffolding. After walking up this step, they are looking forward to the stage they have been waiting for for a long time.

This is the first performance, and it may be the last time in their college career. Because they know in their hearts that this is the second semester of their junior year, and it is also a turning point for continuing their studies and choosing to work in society. By the time of senior year, those who are preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination have reached the final sprint stage, while those who are working need to consider internships and their final graduation thesis.

By the time of graduation, these good friends who come from all over the world will have to face separation.

Li Yiwei held Bes in her hand, bit her lip gently, and said softly: "So many people, I'm afraid that I will make mistakes in a while..."

Zhao Haoran raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, patted his chest gently, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, looked at Li Yiwei and comforted: "It's okay, do your best! As long as you do it, you won't regret it."

He looked around and saw that Liu Yuchen and He Yong were more or less nervous, or even too nervous. A small amount of tension can stimulate potential, but excessive amounts will have the side effects of dragging their legs. Many people's first time on stage was hit by nervous emotions.

Zhao Haoran has rich experience in stage play and is very good at dealing with such things. While gesturing, he said: "You follow my rhythm, take a deep breath, yes, then slowly exhale, and then inhale...make the frequency of one inhalation and three inhalation...ah cough."

He couldn't help but coughed a few times, his face changed, but no one could notice his emotional abnormality.

According to Zhao Haoran's method of reducing stress, the tension in everyone's hearts has been relieved a lot, and at least it will not affect their performance.

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "Look, it will work."

He had been secretly observing the calm Shijia when others were not paying attention. He was actually a little conflicted in his heart. He hoped that Shijia would be nervous about his first appearance like ordinary people, so that he would always give him a sense of superiority as a senior. But he sincerely admitted Shijia's talent in music, and did not want to shatter his idol's image.

"Cough cough--" Zhao Haoran suddenly coughed heavily and bent down in pain.

The cough became more and more serious, and finally reached the point where it was difficult to breathe.

"Are you okay? It really can't..."

Zhao Haoran shook his head and after a while he recovered a little. He covered his chest and said intermittently: "No, it's okay..."

Just as everyone was asking something, the staff walked over and said:

"Listen to the host's lines, it's time for you to come on stage."

Zhao Haoran forced a smile on his pale face and replied, "I understand, thank you."

A trace of worry flashed in Shi Jia's eyes, and he noticed something was wrong with Zhao Haoran's throat. In fact, he had noticed this situation as early as when he was rehearsing. At that time, he thought it was just a common cold and didn't take it seriously. At this time, it seemed... I'm afraid the situation was not very good.

However, he could see that no matter how others persuaded him, Zhao Haoran would definitely perform on stage. This performance was at best a rare experience for the rest of the Cool Fire Band. For Zhao Haoran, who wanted to develop in music, this was an important ladder to his dream, and there was no sloppy situation.

When I learned that I could not perform, Zhao Haoran's frustration was stronger than anyone else, although it was not too obvious on his face.

“Go on stage!”

Shi Jia walked in front, stepped onto the steps, making a heavy sound. Behind him was Zhao Haoran who needed He Yong's support to walk. Liu Yuchen and Li Yiwei looked at Zhao Haoran with concern, but there was no way.

The sound of footsteps was like knocking on everyone's hearts, adding a layer of haze to everyone's hearts.

Just as he walked around the corner, the bright and dazzling light shook Shi Jia subconsciously blocked his hand in front of him. After slightly adapting to the sudden changes in the light, he looked at the darkness below the stage, with only the light of the fluorescent stick and the fluorescent plate, like the starlight in the dark night, and where he was, it was like the sun surrounded by stars, so dazzling.

"Where did this band come out?"

"I don't know, I look like a student, and I guess I can't sing any good songs."

Shi Jia walked to the center of the stage without any haste and connected the wire to the electric guitar. The "absolute control" ability and sensitive intuition made him notice several gazes, which seemed to be different from ordinary audiences in the audience and contained some inexplicable meaning.

There is no need to mention Gao Liang on one side of the stage. Since Shi Jia let him lose face at the entrance of the student hotel, he must have held grudges with Shi Jia. Shi Jia even considered whether the organizer's sudden change was closely related to Gao Liang.

This has no visible benefit to Gao Liang. If he cannot wait, it is equivalent to losing the bet. Why did Gao Liang give himself this opportunity? Shi Jia couldn't figure it out for a while, so he stopped thinking about it.

And Sun Yue...

While Shi Jia made the final fine-tuning of the guitar, he paid attention to the woman standing next to Gao Liang. Perhaps her eyes were mixed with curiosity and disdain, and there might be a hint of jealousy for her?

The other two eyes made him feel a little confused.

One is Zuo Hai, a big name in the circle. The other is a middle-aged man dressed like a shrewd business person with a slightly angry expression. In addition, there were two tough staff members standing next to him, looking at him like a thief. The fiery eyes of this middle-aged man made Shi Jia feel a little creepy.

Shi Jia turned around.

Li Yiwei, He Yong and Liu Yuchen nodded slightly, signaling that they were ready. Zhao Haoran gritted his teeth and suppressed the desire to cough, forced a smile, gave Shi Jia a thumbs up, and then snapped his fingers.

"This melody!"

It's Li Bai!

The familiar scene was like a lightning strike at Zuo Hai's memory. He suddenly widened his eyes and almost jumped out of his seat. Regardless of the amazing gazes of others, he could no longer suppress the strong emotions in his heart. He murmured: "This group of young people, this group of young people--"

"That video! Cool Fire Band!"

Zuo Hai finally realized that he had just acted on the stage and was completely looking for the wrong person! This singer named Gao Liang, although his side face was somewhat similar to the guitarist in the video, his temperament was too different, which was one of the reasons why he was a little disappointed.

However, the guitarist on the stage exudes confidence and perfect live appeal. Even the trajectory of his fingers flying on the guitar can make people feel a different kind of beauty. He is not playing the guitar, but performing real art!

Zuo Hai was not in the mood, nor did he have the energy to hold a grudge against Gao Liang, who made him recognize the wrong person. All his attention was on Shi Jia. Zuo Hai understood music, and he was the expert among all the judges present, so he could see something different and deeper.

Never had such moments, never had this feeling, never had this impulse, which made Zuo Hai so desperately want to understand a person. An unknown musician, a notorious newcomer, and... perhaps he could become the greatest guitarist in the 21st century!

He still has rationality. This may be an inaccurate judgment under the impact of strong emotions. It may be a distance from the greatest, but this young man can definitely become the top one in China!

But... except for that guitarist, the rest of this cool band are too immature, especially the lead singer, who is powerless and incredible!

Zuo Hai just thought of this, and the music came to an abrupt end!

"Cough cough cough cough—"

Zhao Haoran put all his strength on the microphone to barely maintain his balance. He pursed his lips hard, but this caused a more violent cough.

"What's wrong with this guy on stage?"

The audience was talking, and some even shouted: "If you can't sing, just keep going, don't be embarrassed there!"

Manager Zhang sat in the judges' seat and leaned over to the microphone and said, "Young man, I'll take the liberty to ask, I'm afraid there is something wrong with your throat?"

Zhao Haoran did not answer. He took a deep breath and signaled Shi Jia and the others to continue the accompaniment. He forced out his voice and sang: "Creation... can also reach... so high-end... let... cough cough cough cough cough!"

He bent down, covered his mouth in pain, let go of his palm but saw a bit of extremely ferocious blood.

"What's wrong with this lead singer?"

"What are you doing on stage!"

Zhao Haoran reached the edge of the microphone, his lips trembled and his voice hoarse, like a saw on the trunk of a tree, which was completely different from his once clear and bright tone. His eyes were full of decay, and his whole body was on the stage like a soulless walking corpse.

The lights were pale and a little cold, reflecting his bloodless face. The chaotic voices resounded around the stage, unable to hear or understand them, and finally connected together, rushed into his ears, disrupting his mind.

He stood there blankly, holding the microphone blankly, his body shaking a little, as if he was about to fall down the next second.

Zhao Haoran stared at his hands, the blood was so dazzling, and he murmured: "I became a useless man and could never sing anymore... What's the point of living?"

He raised his microphone and was about to fall to the ground.

One hand firmly supported Zhao Haoran's body. When he looked up, he saw a pair of eyes full of encouragement.

"And we, don't give up. Remember that song?"

"That song?"

Shi Jia looked at the other members of the Cool Fire Band. His eyes seemed to convey a certain language. When he looked at Li Yiwei and the others, everyone understood the meaning of his eyes and nodded slowly.

He held Zhao Haoran's shoulder and stood in front of the microphone with him, and the accompaniment gradually rang.

"Where is the world full of flowers?

If it really exists, I will definitely go.

I want to stand on the highest mountain there,

Don't care if it's a cliff..."

Shi Jia just sang the lyrics, and many people were surprised. They were not impressed by their profound singing skills, but were surprised that when they sang the high notes, they even had a loud white voice with a point of breaking the notes. They did not have exquisite singing skills or perfect and round tone, and they were like an ordinary person murmuring.

What gave this guitarist the courage to continue singing?

And I haven't heard this song before?

Zuo Hai shook his head and expressed his inner disappointment.

Li Xingyu was discouraged at first, and then cheered up again. What he liked Shi Jia was his creative talent, not other things. At worst, he could only release records and not sing live... But this song really made him feel out of standard.

Zhao Haoran suddenly wanted to cry, but found that he could not speak or cry. He knew the problem of his vocal cords and escaped with an ostrich mentality. He did not want to give up, but the cruel reality gave him such a fatal blow. He never expected that this moment would come on the stage, and the doctor's instructions echoed in his ears.

Don’t give up? Your throat has been completely destroyed, how can you not give up...

Shi Jia took a deep breath and tightly grabbed Zhao Haoran's shoulder. This song was not only for encouragement, but also sang his heart.

When the storm of life comes, most people cry helplessly in the storm, and finally become the mouth of seabirds. However, there will always be people who flee on a boat to find new shelter.

Escape...or face...

"Maybe I don't have talent,

But I have the naivety of dreams,
To be continued...