Chapter 127: Explosive Ignition (Please Subscribe)

At seven o'clock, the eight entrances of the Yangcheng Central Stadium were fully opened. Security personnel maintained order, staff began checking tickets, and the audience started to file in.

Gradually, the stadium filled with life, and the atmosphere grew electric. Several fan groups of a hundred or more even began distributing glow sticks and cheering placards to their members.

Bai Zhijun stood in the front row, mouth agape, watching the previously empty seats fill up one by one.

Mother Bai gave him a look of disdain and tugged at him to sit down, but Bai Zhijun ignored her, continuing to stare, his lips moving as he muttered numbers to himself.

After a long moment, he looked at Qin Xue and the others, his eyes filled with shock. "This is terrifying! How can there be so many people? Just how much money is Diva Ying making from this one concert!"

"The Yangcheng Central Stadium can hold sixty thousand people, but because it's a three-sided stage, we estimate a full house will be around fifty-five thousand," Qin Xue replied with a smile, cradling little Dong’er.

"As a newly minted diva of China with limitless future potential, Wang Ying’s first concert is bound to attract a massive turnout, so filling this stadium is no problem at all."

"And Wang Ying’s ticket prices are divided into four tiers: 380, 580, 880, and 1580. Brother Bai, you do the math and see how much that is."

Bai Zhijun: ...

Math? I can't do the math!

Damn it! It’s terrifying! It feels like this money was just blown in by the wind! It’s so discouraging!

He sat back in his seat, feeling a bit sullen, then suddenly paused and said, "The seat I’m sitting in is worth..."

"1580!"

Li Yuexi’s pained voice cut in. "I’m so annoyed. You all got in for free, and I’m the only one who paid! If I had known Qingzi could get tickets, I wouldn't have bought one!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Qin Xue’s arm, pressing her chest against it. Little Dong’er in Qin Xue’s arms instantly felt how soft and warm it was and reached out with her tiny hands to grab it.

"Haha... be good, Dong’er," Li Yuexi laughed, but she didn't pull her arm away. "Xuexue, you have to compensate me, or I’m going to go find Qiu’er to take the blame."

Qin Xue looked at her helplessly and said, "Fine, I’ll treat you to a few big meals, how about that?"

"Deal! But when you treat me, you aren't allowed to bring Qingzi. I don’t want to be a third wheel!"

Qin Xue: ...

At 7:50, the audience was fully seated, and the stadium entrances were closed. The atmosphere began to boil over; the concert would officially begin in ten minutes.

At this moment, the "Five Little Ones" returned to their seats. Each had light makeup on, making them look even more exquisite and adorable.

Li Yuexi and Wen Xiaorou were instantly overwhelmed by their cuteness, grabbing one each and hugging and kissing them fiercely.

Bai Zhijun looked at his own children, who were almost excessively beautiful, and was stunned. He touched his own face, looked at Mother Bai, and broke into a grin of mysterious confidence.

At 7:59, one minute before the start, the lights suddenly dimmed. A massive countdown projection appeared in the center of the stage, and the sixty-second countdown ticked away clearly.

"BOOM!"

In an instant, the venue erupted. Almost every audience member stood up, waving their glow sticks and shouting.

A wave of sound crashed down from the three sides of the stage, finally converging into a rhythmic chant of "Goddess!" that pierced the night sky.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The little ones were also caught up in the atmosphere, their faces flushed, jumping up and down and making baby noises. Especially little Xi’er, who was roaring like a little tiger.

"Xi’er, why are you roaring? Keep cheering properly," Tan Jin’er said with a laugh, patting her little sister’s bottom.

Little Xi’er: "Awoo~ awoo~~"

Tan Xi’er: ...

Qin Xue and the others were amused by the sisters and began chatting and laughing.

Just then, little Xia’er, who had been staring at the stage, suddenly pointed excitedly and yelled:

"Brother! Look! It’s Brother!"

"Whoosh!"

Qin Xue and the other women looked over, and sure enough, in the dim stage lighting, they saw Yang Qing sitting at the piano.

"Huh, why do I feel like Brother Qing... looks even more handsome?" Bai Lingyue wondered aloud. Wen Xiaorou, sitting beside her, nodded. "Clothes really do make the man; he definitely looks more handsome."

"Hiahia... Brother Qing is so handsome! He even promised to let Xi’er ride a big horse!" Little Xi’er heard them and laughed, squealing.

"Ride a big horse?!" Tan Jin’er was stunned. "Xi’er, don’t talk nonsense."

"Hmph!" Little Xi’er crinkled her little nose. "Xi’er isn’t talking nonsense, right Qiu’er?"

"Mm-hmm!" Little Qiu’er nodded happily, then took little Xi’er’s hand. "Xi’er, we have to go give flowers to Sister Ying in a bit, don't run around!"

"Hiahia... mm-hmm!"

...

The one-minute countdown ended quickly. Amidst the cheers of the audience, the stage lights suddenly blazed, and a melodious, winding piano melody began to play.

Instantly, the shouting in the stadium ceased. The audience looked toward the stage in disbelief, listening to the music that flowed like a mountain spring.

Where was the opening monologue? Why didn't the Goddess have an opening monologue?

Could it be... she was going all-in from the start!

While the audience was still stunned in disbelief, Wang Ying’s ethereal voice, as delicate as an orchid, drifted out:

"When shall we meet again? Only in dreams, where the breeze through my fingers cuts the raven hair..."

"Gazing at you, you ask who I am, lightly brushing my brows before the painter..."

As the singing cut through the air, Wang Ying appeared in everyone’s view, dressed in a white gown and crystal high heels, moving with grace like a fairy from a painting.

"ROAR! Goddess!"

In an instant, the roar of the crowd erupted like a tsunami, followed by the sound of the audience singing along in unison.

"A loneliness, to whom can I tell it? Counting the past promises, they are always lightly betrayed..."

During the chorus, some female fans couldn't help but burst into tears. This was "Raven Hair"! It was the song that made their idol, Diva Ying, famous, and it was the song they knew best.

No opening monologue, just an explosive start!

Wang Ying had conquered every single audience member and fan present with her sincerity and her actions.

Opening with "Raven Hair" completely ignited the hearts of the audience.

As Wang Ying’s clear and ethereal voice drifted through the ten-thousand-seat stadium, the contrast between the boiling, excited fans and her own calm, clear presence on stage was striking.

As "Raven Hair" ended, "Elegy" began.

When Wang Ying sang the second song, "Elegy," without pause, the atmosphere in the venue was completely detonated!

The roaring cheers seemed as if they would tear the night’s darkness apart.

The little ones in the front row were shouting excitedly as well. Even the usually quiet little Chun’er had a flushed face, frantically waving her glow stick.

"Qiu’er, Xi’er, weren't you going to give flowers to Sister Ying? Go ahead!" Tan Jin’er said, noticing the little ones wearing glowing cat ears, jumping and squealing like they had gone crazy.

"Right, right! We have to give the flowers!"

Little Qiu’er’s jumping stopped. She grabbed the two bouquets prepared beforehand and pulled the hand of little Xi’er, who was still bouncing, and ran toward the stage.

Qin Xue, worried about the two, handed little Dong’er to Tan Jin’er and quickly followed.

On stage, Yang Qing was playing the piano frantically, while Wang Ying sang and waved to the boiling crowd below.

Suddenly, the two little cuties ran onto the stage with flowers, and the audience’s enthusiasm soared even higher.

Wang Ying met the two little ones while singing, bent down to take their flowers, gave them a one-armed hug, and then placed the flowers on the floor. She then took little Qiu’er’s hand.

The singing continued, the cheering continued. The two little ones were led by Wang Ying from one side of the stage to the other, their excited faces as red as the morning sun.

Finally, after the second song ended, Wang Ying smiled and waved to the audience, then bent down and held the microphone to little Qiu’er’s lips.

"Did you like Sister’s song?"

"Yes! The Goddess is the best!"

Before little Qiu’er could even answer, the roar of the audience exploded.

Little Qiu’er blinked her eyes and then said in a baby voice, "Yes! Sister is the best!"

Wang Ying kissed her affectionately, then held the microphone to little Xi’er, whose hand was held by little Qiu’er. Before she could say a word, little Xi’er’s laughter rang out:

"Hiahiahia..."