Bar Performance

The music festival soon began, and Ye Shuang was arranged by Aunt Li to sit in the very front row.

At this time, Aunt Li was sitting next to Ye Shuang, arms crossed and legs slightly crossed. Seeing this, Ye Shuang reached out and touched his thigh. "Ho?"

"What are you doing? So annoying!" Suddenly having his thigh touched, Aunt Li immediately poked Ye Shuang with the toe of his leather shoe.

"Damn, your shoes even have spikes." Stung by the poke, Ye Shuang glared when he saw the metal spikes on the other's leather shoes.

Where did he get these Chelsea boots?

"Hmph, of course."

"I was just looking at your jeans..." Ye Shuang looked at the jeans Aunt Li was wearing. The pant legs were about as thick as his arm, and he had no idea how he even managed to put them on.

"Do they look good?"

"As long as you like them. But I think you'd better gain some weight, you look like a skeleton." Ye Shuang shook his head; being too skinny or too fat was bad for one's health.

"I wish I could, but I just can't gain weight no matter what I eat." Aunt Li cupped his face, looking very distressed.

"What do you usually eat?"

"Some beef, fruits, and melons."

"You need to eat more carbs."

"Got it, Dr. Ye."

"..."

At this time, accompanied by rhythmic music, the DJ on stage began to happily spin discs. There were also girls with good figures holding microphones and singing. Their sweet voices quickly hyped up the mood of the crowd.

"When is it our Yu You's turn?" Ye Shuang asked Aunt Li next to him.

"What did you say?"

"I asked when is it our Yu You's turn." The venue was a bit noisy, so Ye Shuang slightly raised his voice.

"Eat what fish oil?"

"Yu You!" Ye Shuang yelled into the other's ear.

"You want to eat Yu You?"

Ye Shuang shouted in exasperation, "Damn it, are you deaf?! Li Fugui!"

"Li what?"

Ye Shuang rolled his eyes, not knowing if Aunt Li was doing this on purpose. He had no choice but to take out his phone, type a few words, and show the text to Aunt Li.

"Oh." Aunt Li made a hand gesture.

In fact, in noisy environments, people tend to use hand gestures more often. So sometimes, the communication between two people looks like casting hand seals in Naruto, which is indescribably weird.

"Sure enough, I still prefer quieter bars. It's too noisy here." Ye Shuang felt like he was going deaf, wondering how the people who came here every day could stand it.

"You'll get used to it," Aunt Li smiled beside him.

"Now you can hear clearly?" Ye Shuang said expressionlessly.

"Ma what Dongmei?"

Ye Shuang: "..."

Forget it.

Next, a few more bands came on stage to perform. Since Bai Yu You and the others arrived relatively late and needed time to get used to the atmosphere, their performance was scheduled towards the end.

"Now, please welcome our next performer, rapper Simu!"

A blond guy walked onto the stage. "Woo! Good evening!"

"Brother Simu!!" Screams came from behind, almost drowning out the background music.

"Hmm?" Hearing many girls screaming, Ye Shuang glanced back, only to find a few slightly chubby girls jumping up and down, holding signs high in their hands.

"He even has fans? Is this guy famous?" Ye Shuang asked Aunt Li beside him.

"Who?"

"The one on stage." As soon as Ye Shuang finished speaking, Aunt Li glanced at the stage. "Oh, I don't know him. There are too many rappers nowadays, and I don't have much interest in them."

"Indeed." Ye Shuang didn't know much about this circle either.

At this time, Simu on stage began to rap. However, the lyrics sounded like sleep talking, with all sorts of random sentences thrown together, perfectly matching Ye Shuang's stereotype of this circle.

But the girls behind him were singing along, and some even leaned forward with their phones, trying to record more.

"Ouch." Ye Shuang's head was bumped by a phone, and he couldn't help but turn to look.

When he noticed the fierce-looking girl behind him, Ye Shuang ultimately didn't say anything. He just chose to lower his head slightly to let her finish recording. Anyway, the guy would be off stage after a song or two, so he might as well just play on his phone.

Ye Shuang also sent a message to Bai Yu You. After all, he wasn't backstage and didn't know what the situation was like in there.

Ye Shuang: How are the preparations going?

Bai Yu You: (・ω・) All set, we will perform soon.

Ye Shuang: Good, I'll make sure to record it well when you perform.

Bai Yu You: Keke just said she wants to work behind the scenes.

Ye Shuang: Kick her onto the stage.

After chatting for a while, Simu on stage finished a song. His eyes suddenly locked onto Ye Shuang, who was sitting in the first row with his head down playing on his phone. He frowned slightly and said into the microphone,

"Hey, hey, what's up with this bro."

As soon as he spoke, many people in the audience followed his gaze and looked at Ye Shuang. After all, the singing was going fine, and then it suddenly stopped as if something had happened.

"Hey, are you sleepy?" Simu continued talking to Ye Shuang through the microphone. At this time, Ye Shuang looked up from his phone and realized that Simu was pointing the microphone at him. A trace of confusion appeared on his face, and he pointed at himself,

"Uh... me? Are you talking to me?"

"Speak up, bro," Simu said to Ye Shuang. "You don't need to point at yourself. Do you want to sleep?"

Ye Shuang: "?"

"You don't need to look at me. You're sitting in the front row. If you're sleepy, how about you get out?" Simu pointed out the door. "You are not welcome here."

Ye Shuang: "..."

At this moment, a few girls behind him also spoke up, "Yeah, yeah, if you're sleepy, just leave, okay? Why occupy the front row?"

"Simu's songs are so good, and you're actually sleeping. Who understands my pain, family!"

"I'm going crazy! Simu's songs almost made me cry, and you dare to sleep."

"Exactly, if you're not going to listen, just get out, okay?"

Ye Shuang was a bit dumbfounded.

This music festival isn't your solo concert, and I didn't come here for you. Do I have to get scolded just for lowering my head so your fans can take pictures?

It was really the first time Ye Shuang felt so speechless. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Aunt Li beside him, as if laughing out of anger.

At this time, Aunt Li's face was also a bit calm, even frighteningly calm.

After all, Ye Shuang was a guest, and what was more, he had personally arranged for him to sit in the first row. This clown somehow jumped out of nowhere, acting as if he was the one hosting the event.

Aunt Li facepalmed, also feeling for the first time that there were so many weirdos in this world.

Seeing that Ye Shuang was unmoved, Simu rolled his eyes and continued to sing his song.

But soon, about a dozen seconds later, a few burly men walked onto the stage and dragged him right off, even tearing his clothes in the process.

"Simu!" The fans offstage screamed.

"Alright, let's continue," Aunt Li said.