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As the opening music played, the atmosphere of the concert gradually reached a crescendo. Amidst the cheers and applause of the fans, Ruan Xun held his guitar and sang into the microphone, his clear voice resonating throughout the entire arena. Fans waved their light sticks, fully immersed in the concert, unable to contain their excitement.
Although Lu Xun had debuted not long ago, Ji Qingqing had already established herself in the industry, proving capable of holding her own solo concert. How could her fans not feel proud? And he was truly handsome!
In the audience, Ruan Fuxi and Ruan Anmu waved their light sticks, their eyes filled with pride and excitement. The fervent atmosphere of the concert stirred their emotions as well. Ruan Xun performed one original song after another, and it was precisely because of his musical talent and creative skills that he was hailed as a musical prodigy; it was not impossible for him to become a king of songs in the future.
During an interactive segment, a playful smile flashed in Ruan Xun's eyes as he mischievously handed the microphone to Ruan Fuxi, prompting her to sing along. Ruan Fuxi froze for a moment at the sight of the microphone, meeting Ruan Xun's teasing gaze. Her temples throbbed slightly.
"Stupid little brother," she thought. "Sister is connected to you heart and soul, and you’re playing tricks on me." She really wasn’t much of a singer! Out of ten lyrics, she would probably miss nine.
But Ruan Xun didn’t move away. Taking a deep breath, Ruan Fuxi felt fortunate to have such a good little brother. At that moment, the camera also focused on them. With determination, she closed her eyes and sang the next line: “The cicadas sing in the trees, and the gentle breeze calls out to you.”
Her voice was pleasant but off-key. Ruan Fuxi shot a glare at Ruan Xun, whose smile only grew wider on stage, as if relishing her off-key performance.
Listening to the laughter from the surrounding audience, Ruan Fuxi exclaimed, “You’re laughing too loudly! It’s distracting my singing!”
Ruan Xun’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he took back the microphone and continued singing. Some fans couldn’t help but whisper to each other.
“Wow, that girl looks so beautiful and elegant! Even with a mask and glasses on, I bet she’s a stunner! And it seems like Ruan Xun treats her differently.”
Because Ruan Xun often lost things, fans affectionately called him “Xun Xun.”
“Really? She just seems a bit gentler than usual.”
A beautiful woman is still a beautiful woman, but being tone-deaf is undeniably true.
As the concert neared its end and Ruan Xun's speech was about to conclude, fans were preparing to leave in an orderly fashion when a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask suddenly rushed onto the stage, heading straight for Ruan Xun.
"Go to hell!" he shouted, brandishing a switchblade in his hand.
The situation unfolded too quickly; no one knew how he had managed to sneak the knife past security.
Security personnel immediately rushed towards the stage, but it was too late.
The others on stage were terrified and screamed as they scattered in all directions. Only one girl, who played the drums, was unable to escape in time.
In an instinctive move to protect her, Ruan Xun positioned himself in front of her.
Seeing the girl only fueled the man's rage further, and the switchblade glinted ominously in his hand.
"So you want to break up with me because you fancy this kid, huh? You think I'm not as handsome or wealthy as him? You all can go to hell!"
The man began attacking indiscriminately. Ruan Xun had to protect both himself and the girl, struggling to evade the man's wild swings.
The security team, the event organizers, and Ruan Xun's crew felt their hearts leap into their throats at this alarming scene.
Fans screamed in fear, their hearts racing as they watched the chaos unfold before them.
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