The enthusiasm of the fans was endless and never faded. An hour later, Lao Liao gradually became a little tired. Seeing An Chunchun concentrate and still chanting in a low voice, responding to the songs on the stage, he thought: "If I pinch her breasts at this time, I shouldn't have any reaction..."

The stage suddenly shone brightly, and it turned out that the song she was singing was coming to an end. Murong Bingyu bowed to everyone again and said with a smile: "Thank you very much for your support for me. The following song, I want to invite a fan on the stage to sing with me. Who would like to?" She has held many concerts in recent years, and will invite a lucky fan on the stage to sing with her, which has become a common practice.

There was already a commotion in the stands. As soon as Murong Bingyu finished speaking, Liao Xuebing suddenly pushed him hard with five or six hands behind him - he was sitting in the first row, without any barriers in front, and was pushed away from his seat, staggering forward for five or six meters, barely standing on the side of the stage.

Coincidentally, the lighting engineer cooperated very actively and had already projected the light column on him. For a moment, more than 40,000 pairs of eyes were staring at him. Lao Liao was close to the stage, and even if others wanted to go on stage to get close to their idol, they could not keep up with his speed.

"Damn, who pushed me?" He looked back angrily, and a girl shouted: "So brave, if it were me, I wouldn't dare to go up there."

Liao Xuebing was shocked, angry and nervous, it must be a prank by the students! He didn't know whether to turn around or continue walking forward, more than 40,000 people were watching! If he accidentally fell, he wouldn't have the courage to survive. The light column projected, as if he was naked in public, and he wished he could disappear out of thin air.

Next time, I will go to a crowded place to watch the fun, so I have to find a rope to tie myself firmly to my seat, so no one can push it.

Murong Bingyu said, "Okay, this friend is you." He waved to him gently.

Many people shouted, "This lucky guy is so envious!"

Liao Xuebing didn't mention the awkwardness in his heart, and slowly walked to the center of the stage with his teeth. Cui Zheng and Ye Yuhu looked at him with fear and walking on thin ice, and were so happy that he was almost laughing. He held digital cameras and took photos of the cameras. He even thought of the text title published on the campus network the next day: "Teacher Liao's ugly chasing star-catching!"

"Ah, why are you? Didn't you say you never want to see me again? It turns out that you are also my fan." Because you temporarily turned off the microphone, Murong Bingyu would not worry about being heard by fans when she spoke.

"Bah, it's your karaoke level? I saw that no one came on stage and was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so I sacrificed myself to cooperate with you. What's the point?" Liao Xuebing retorted. As things were over, he simply pretended to be generous and opened his hands to make a hug.

In front of everyone, Murong Bingyu had no choice but to open his hands to greet his hug. The audience booed and shouted loudly. Cui Zheng murmured: "The teacher dares to despise our goddess, he is dead."

With his back to the audience, at an angle that no one could see, Lao Liao pinched the goddess's buttocks and attached it to her ear and whispered: "The touch feels good. By the way, I will tell you that I can't sing your songs, so give me some face."

This is the first time Murong Bingyu has been attacked by a strange hand when he is so old. He is ashamed and annoyed, but he cannot get into an attack. He turned on the microphone switch and said to the fans: "Next, I will cover "Sweet Honey" with this friend. I hope you and I will always be so sweet..."

Since Liao Xuebing said that he could not sing his own songs, no matter whether it was true or false, Murong Bingyu was unwilling to make any mistakes in front of so many fans, so he had to hold back his teasing and chose a song that was widely circulated.

The staff had already given him the microphone, and Liao Xuebing naturally held the goddess's hand. Murong Bingyu was generous on the surface and allowed him to hold hands, and kept scolding in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the two of them stood together, and they felt indescribable. Liao Xuebing looked not too bad, and looked particularly feminine and melancholy under the light. He was now very natural and harmonious with the loss of composure when he first came on stage. He held Murong Bingyu's left hand and right hand, which was really like that. Some even suspected that he was a child care arranged in advance by the organizer.

"Sweet, you smile sweetly, as if flowers are blooming in the spring breeze, blooming in the spring breeze..." Murong Bingyu had a good voice in her voice, and she was so round and beautiful in singing. After singing a paragraph, she stopped and gently signaled Liao Xuebing to continue singing.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life. If there was a hole, Lao Liao wanted to go straight in. He glanced over and saw people everywhere, looking at him. He coughed loudly and sang: "Where are you, where have you seen you? Your smile is so familiar, I can't remember it for a moment." The voice was not too ugly, but it was trembling that only appeared when nervous, and it was out of tune, and it couldn't connect with the music that accompaniment...

Not many people laughed at me because everyone knows that if I were in his position, I would probably sing even worse. The students in Class 2 of Year 2 were laughing so hard. They really didn't expect that the teacher was really capable... All the digital cameras were filled with the teacher's lens.

The two of you said one by one, Lao Liao became worse and worse, out of tune, distracted and broken tones abounded, and everyone couldn't help but feel uncomfortable for him. He was so ugly that he was so old...

Finally, when the song ended, everyone felt that it was rare to be valuable if he had the courage to persevere. After carefully singing the song just now, although he sang poorly, he had a kind of plain truth that only ordinary people could see, and would not be as high as a big star.

This feeling was particularly real and specific. Everyone felt that he was just an approachable brother from his neighbor to perform for him. He would not feel a sudden and uncomfortable, but only a kind of intimacy mixed in it. Everyone couldn't help but applaud him.

He held Murong Bingyu's hand so calm and composed. Apart from singing, the two looked perfect, which made many people jealous.

Every time she sang with others, Murong Bingyu's opponents were those handsome and handsome male stars. This unexpected collaboration made her feel different.
Chapter completed!