The livestream comment section went completely crazy:
"Holy shit? Half-Wall Wang, wake the hell up!"
"How many people can even make national-treasure Han Hong wary? How does Zhou Chen deserve to be among them?"
"Are you kidding me? You two powerhouses are actually afraid of Zhou Chen, who coasts through the show?"
"Is this scripted? The capitalists behind Zhou Chen are throwing away all their shame just to elevate his status, huh?"
"Ugh, gross, gross! Audience members at the scene, don't vote for Zhou Chen!"
"If everything they're saying is true, then I am looking forward to this so damn much right now."
"Is Zhou Chen's talent finally going to be discovered?"
"..."
At that very moment, Zhou Chen slowly walked to the front of the stage.
He wore only a simple white shirt and black trousers, making him look effortlessly fresh and clean.
The stage lights fell upon him, and even his hair seemed to glow, making him look like a descending deity.
I have to admit, Zhou Chen's appearance at this moment was extremely deceptive.
At the same time, the soothing prelude of the piano began to play, drawing the noisy and exhausted audience's gaze toward him.
Zhou Chen raised the microphone and softly crooned:
"The silent waves deeply submerge the night,
Sweeping past the corners at the edge of the sky.
A big fish swims through the cracks of a dream,
Gazing at your sleeping silhouette."
Chapter 29