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Lou Xun Piao began to tremble.

He walked at the back of the line, and no one else noticed. Until he stood behind the curtain, his probe could see 13,000 restless strangers. The audience made huge noises and the sound came over. Zheng Kang found that Lou Xun's face was green.

"What's wrong?" He leaned over to Senior Lou.

"Tight, nervous..." Lou Xun was sweating.

In the audience, someone raised an electronic support sign, "Su Huai Fei Xing is No. 1 in the world!!!" Eight characters, three punctuation, four colors, two effects, and eleven fonts, from Ninghu Middle School A few friends gathered together and yelled loudly. Although the noise was drowned in the crowd, the non-mainstream support card was extremely eye-catching.

Lou Xun shook his head. He said incoherently, "I am an oil painter, why should I join the band?"

Lu Zhengkang was speechless, "Isn't this your dream?"

"But in my dream, the number of audiences is less than this." Lou Xuechang's humble look made people look angry and funny.

"It's all this time, I can't do it, too."

Mu Huai and Su Xiangli also found that something was wrong, "What's wrong? It's coming to us soon! The musical instruments are already on!"

Lou Xun dug his forehead and said, "Give me some time, no, no, no, no, I'm not in a good state now, I will definitely mess up by then, can I change someone?"

The instructor and the host were chatting happily, but when he turned his head, he saw his band members hesitate.He walked over with a stinky face, and after learning about the situation, he cursed Lou Xun. Such a rude form made the panicked guy find the backbone and barely calm down.

At the moment when I walked through the heavy black curtain on stage, the host’s high-pitched voice and the noisy cheers of the audience could deaf ears.

"The next stage is a junior high school student band. Every member is very young, but it is said that they inherited the spirit of the older generation of rock musicians. I wonder what surprises such a mysterious mix and match can bring us to the audience? Friends, dedicated to the Su Huai Fei Xing Band!"

Holding the guitar, Lu Zhengkang walked to the front and looked at the blurred faces. Their voices, colors, and movements were mixed, and they became one, as if a pot of boiling soup was constantly floating with shrill laughter. , Lu Zhengkang was not afraid of them, because he knew that he would ignite their thoughts within a minute.

"Hello everyone, we are the Su Huai Feixing Band. The song we brought today is called "Hua Huo"."

The audience cheered with great face.

The real-time broadcast images are transmitted to the world, the surface and the seabed, and even the moon and Mars through the Internet. Although it is a performance by unknown people, the stage is infinitely broad.

Lu Xuefeng sat in the workshop and turned on the live broadcast.

The boy on the screen was heroic, his squinted eyes flashed with the strong light of summer.

"This is a show with no ending,

"All inclusive, absurd and crazy,

"Sorrowful like a child,

"Sleep quietly on the ground...

"Now I! A little tired!

"Tired like a wild flower broken by the wind!

"So I! It started to change!

"It becomes like a rolling firework!!!"

At this moment,

Cheers burst!

Chapter 485: The Derivation of Joy

The other bands in the backstage laughed in surprise at the scene in front of them. In their opinion, these juniors are really full of potential, and the tension-filled stage performances are refreshing.

At work, Lu Xuefeng closed his eyes and shook his head, tapped his fingers on the tabletop, and beat gently.

In the audience, the serious-faced Bai Fengjiu did not jump with the people around. She stared at the shining Lu Zhengkang on the stage. The boy looked towards the horizon and roared until his face was flushed, while Su Xiangli stood beside him. At the rear right, a white wig trembles like a curtain of floating water, her eyes rested on Lu Zhengkang's back, and she never left for a moment.

Everything is good, except...

Four young men and women screamed on the stage, and the people in the audience interpreted what rock and roll is, that is, shaking their heads and shaking their heads and splashing.

Lu Zhengkang could feel that his thoughts had dispersed along the vibration of the vocal cord airflow, and spread along the current.

If there is a temperature in the mind, Lu Zhengkang is like a piece of red hot coal flying into the kerosene, and the flames and boiling temperature glow in the incandescence.

If passion has weight, then Lu Zhengkang is the boulder thrown into the pond, not only the water wave, he exploded countless water splashes, let people be able to wantonly form in his roar.

If the hallucinations smell, everyone is indulged in the refreshing air currents that go straight to the brain. The collective hysteria and carnivals make sober people addicted, and those who are stunned want to shake their necks and jump their legs Off.Under the noon sun, the scorching popularity turned into an invisible haze, like a sea of ​​clouds, rolling and floating, shining thousands of lights.

It's just a song, but it has such a charm. When the first fuse in the crowd is lit, the flames are already unstoppable!

Lu Zhengkang feels that he is connected with his teammates through music. His highly developed brain has reached a deep and beautiful state. The state of everyone in the band is under his influence. All sound signals, smell signals, and even through The audience's reaction, even though he was standing at the front of the team, he seemed to be facing everyone.

[Lu: Su Xiangli, she is a little absent-minded, staring at me.

[Lu: Mu Huai has done her best, she is in good shape.

[Lu: Lou Xun Piao, he was too excited and suppressed his fear, but like walking a tightrope, he was too tight and would break at any time. Try to hold on to the song before it ends!

The current Su Huai Feixing is a wagon with a broken shoe, an equation with split pistons, a steamship that hits an iceberg, a canoe with a broken mast driven by Lu Zhengkang, and the sea of ​​people is rolling haze. Mid-flying, showers and strong winds.

Every second of time is a torment. The people in the audience cheered for them, but the next second seemed to be full of colors.

Finally, Lou Xundiao’s first mistake appeared. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang only felt that the moment when the beat was wrong, time almost stopped. Then, the wrong beat slowly passed, and the next drum beat succeeded. on.

The music continued, and Lu Zhengkang closed his eyes slightly. He knew that his grandfather must be watching this scene. Although he always said that he didn’t care, if he could really make the grandfather’s tough old face laugh, he did too. A hundred happy.

This is a struggle of youth. Rebellious teenagers gather to exhaust themselves on a stage surrounded by more than 10,000 people for a so-called dream and a so-called high spirit.

"...So me! It started to change!

"It became like a rolling firework!!"

Lu Zhengkang enjoys this moment. He is both a performer and a manipulator. He is not the monkey onlookers in the zoo. He is a singer who uses music to drive people crazy.

At the end of the song, the audience shouted.

"another one!"

"Su Huai Fei Xing! Su Huai Fei Xing!"

The voices of the audience united and shouted Su Huai Feixing. These strangers were fascinated by the band composed of four children. Standing on the front bank of the stormy sea, Lu Zhengkang and the four showed cheerful smiles to each other.

Lu Zhengkang gestured his lips: "One more?"

Su Xiangli and Mu Huai both nodded, but Lou Xun waved his hands. He pointed to his leg, shaking numb.

The audience continued to shout.