ATPN Chapter 80

“Oh, so you really hired a resident singer? Not bad, Liang Yu.”

Liang Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at the stage, saying, “My big brother brought him. Although it’s temporary, his voice is really good, and of course, he’s also good-looking.”

Someone exclaimed, “Who is this god? Xiao-ge personally brought him? Then we have to take a good look.”

Liang Yu has always had high standards. If he says someone is good, they definitely won’t be bad, not to mention getting Liang Xiao’s recommendation.

Among their group, only Song Baiyan’s family can match the Liang family.

Everyone couldn’t help but straighten their backs and stare at the stage, wanting to see who this sacred being was.

Their booth was in the center of the stage, which could be said to be the best viewing area.

Suddenly, the stage’s main lights went out, leaving only a few dim ambient lights. As the music played, the lights gradually brightened, and the person on stage became clearer.

The person was wearing a black baseball cap, with a few strands of light golden hair peeking out from under the cap and around the neck. A tassel earring on the right ear sparkled in the light.

Even more eye-catching was the silver hollow mask worn on their face. The edges of the mask shimmered with a faint light, adding a touch of mystery to the whole person.

A shiny gray shirt with a liquid metal feel had two buttons undone, the collar open a bit wide, and the cold, fair skin was displayed without reservation. Especially under the stage lights, it was even more alluring.

Perhaps sensing the many fiery gazes from below the stage, the person on stage somewhat unnaturally pulled the collar of their shirt higher, but it was no use. The shirt fabric was very smooth, and after pulling it up for a while, it quietly slipped back down.

At this moment, Song Baiyan, sitting under the stage, was also staring intently at the stage. His gaze was firmly locked on those few strands of light golden hair, as if deep in thought.

A voice of amazement came from beside him: “Damn, not bad! This is top quality!” Someone stared at the stage with shining eyes, their expressions eager.

“Where did you find him?”

Liang Yu rolled his eyes at the two people who spoke and warned, “Get rid of your dirty thoughts. He’s still a student at Hua University. He’s only here for a while, he’s precious. He’s a friend or relative of my future sister-in-law. My big brother specifically told me to take care of him.”

Considering Liang Xiao, the two restrained themselves a little, but their eyes still uncontrollably looked towards the stage.

Liang Yu snorted.

Just wait and see, his singing is amazing. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have agreed to the request of not showing his face, even if it was his brother’s request.

Wei Xuan smiled and said, “What a coincidence, aren’t Baiyan and Jingtong also from Hua University? Maybe they know him.”

Song Baiyan didn’t respond, his eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Fang Jingtong waved his hand: “He didn’t even show his face, who would recognize him?”

“That’s true.”

The person on stage cleared their throat, adjusted the microphone to a suitable height, and plucked the guitar strings.

The venue became completely silent.

“He just passed by… your… world, and didn’t stay…”

“Wow!!”

The clear voice, like warm sunlight, spilled from the stage to every corner, and the venue instantly cheered. Almost everyone stared at the stage.

Song Baiyan’s hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped. He raised his eyes and stared at the person on stage, his eyes filled with coldness.

The two’s eyes collided in the air, and the person on stage looked away in a panic, lowering their head.

Song Baiyan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering his deep and unclear gaze. He shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the wine swaying in the glass, and tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilting his head and drinking it all in one gulp.

Fang Jingtong thought the person on stage’s voice sounded familiar and was about to ask Song Baiyan when he turned his head and met Liang Yu’s questioning expression.

Fang Jingtong: “…”

Song Baiyan’s expression was not good, and those familiar with him could tell that he was not in a good mood right now.

Liang Yu looked at Song Baiyan and then at the resident singer on stage, silently asking: Do you really know him?

Fang Jingtong quickly shook his head and took a sip of his wine glass as a cover.

I’ll go!

Yu Zhanrong?!

Why is he here?

No wonder his voice sounded familiar. Before, he was very curious about what kind of person the streamer that Song Baiyan was paying attention to was like, and he had listened a few times. He definitely didn’t recognize the wrong person this time.

There’s all sorts of people in this group, especially Wei Xuan, who looks decent but likes this kind of thing the most…

Oh crap, I’m gonna die.

Looking sideways, sure enough, that Wei Xuan was staring at Yu Zhanrong intently, looking very affectionate.

But Fang Jingtong only felt that those two eyes were emitting green light, wishing he could directly strip Yu Zhanrong bare.

Song Baiyan didn’t cast his gaze on the stage again, but his face became increasingly gloomy.

Fang Jingtong watched in fear and trepidation.

Little junior brother, this big brother is soaking in a vinegar jar, there won’t be any good days ahead.

Not only Fang Jingtong was frightened, but Yu Zhanrong was about to go crazy. The moment his eyes met Song Baiyan’s, he almost wanted to grab his guitar and run off the stage.

Who can tell him why Song Baiyan is here? And with his boss?

It’s over, it’s over!

He’s dressed so improperly, will Song Baiyan think he’s frivolous?

With trepidation, Yu Zhanrong finally made it to the end of his set and quickly left the stage, heading straight for the restroom.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror, a glimmer of hope suddenly rose. He looked so different from usual, and he was wearing a mask and hat. Song Baiyan shouldn’t be able to recognize him, right?

As long as he runs fast, no one should be able to find him.

After washing his hands, Yu Zhanrong turned to leave, but before he could take a step, he immediately retracted his foot and quickly leaned his body against the wall inside.

Damn it, who can tell him why Song Baiyan is waiting outside?

Could it be that he was recognized even dressed like this?

Yu Zhanrong’s heart was pounding, feeling like he was about to have tachycardia and faint.

Song Baiyan was standing outside, less than two or three meters away from him, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigarette, exhaling thin smoke, a cold aura emanating from his entire body.

The lines of his profile looked particularly stern in the hazy smoke, his head slightly lowered, making it impossible to see his expression.

This was the first time he had seen Song Baiyan like this.

Yu Zhanrong felt that Song Baiyan probably recognized him, otherwise he wouldn’t be waiting outside like this.

What should he do?

Should he go out?

He irritably pulled off his hat, struggled for a long time, and finally decided not to hide. If he recognized him, so be it. Anyway, he didn’t want to wear this outfit himself, it was all for making money.

He took a deep breath and took a big step forward as if he was going to his execution.

He closed his eyes and waited for a while, but didn’t hear any movement. He secretly opened one eye, but the hallway was empty.

Yu Zhanrong opened his eyes and looked around, “Huh? Where is he?”

The hallway was empty, and there was no sign of Song Baiyan at all. If it weren’t for the faint smell of tobacco still lingering in the air, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Yu Zhanrong stood there for a long time, feeling a little disappointed for some reason.

“Huff…”

He let out a heavy breath, went to the dressing room to change his clothes, and then found Manager Zhang to settle today’s payment. It was agreed from the beginning to settle by performance.

“Student, you sang well, keep up the good work.” Manager Zhang patted Yu Zhanrong on the shoulder, affirming him.

“Thank you, Manager.” After saying that, he didn’t linger and left with his bag.

As soon as he reached the front hall, his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. A tall and straight figure stood at the door.

Yu Zhanrong tightened the straps of his backpack. As expected, what’s coming will always come.