Liao Xuebing walked off the stage with a slight footsteps, soaking his clothes with cold sweat. He fell on the chair with a bang, feeling exhausted and speechless. The classmates all asked him excitedly: "Teacher, you are too strong!" "Teacher, you are an idol!"

An Chunchun smiled very well: "Teacher, you sang so cutely. You are like a child." She added a sentence in her heart: "It makes people want to love you."

Liao Xuebing's eyes were dull and he waved his hand: "Don't bother me..."

The classmates raised their cameras to take another shot at his ugly face at this moment.

Lao Liao no longer has the heart to listen to the remaining songs. The exhaustion caused by extreme nervousness makes people feel soft and unable to get anything. Murong Bingyu has been performing on stage for several years, which is really unimaginable.

At the end of the performance, everyone was reluctant to leave and went crazy to the extreme. The goddess had to sing two more songs to calm everyone's resentment. However, there was no banquet that would last forever. When she said goodbye to everyone, the fans' restless hearts were aroused by someone. Countless people fought their lives to rush towards the stage from all directions. The defense line composed of hundreds of security guards and police was suddenly destroyed.

The crowded crowd pushed Lao Liao to the front. He couldn't help it. If he was still lying on the chair at this time, he would have been stepped into a meat paste. Other classmates had been dispersed. He grabbed An Chunchun's hand tightly, for fear that this pure girl would be hurt.

Everyone wants to get close to the goddess Murong Bingyu in her mind. If she can touch her hand, she will never have to take a shower in her life. If she is lucky enough to get a decorative pendant on her performance costume, she can get a sky-high price. Even if nothing can be done, it’s good to look at her at the maximum close distance. Everyone thinks this and squeezes on the stage.

People squeezed up from three directions in the east, south and west. Murong Bingyu wanted to run into the backstage, but it was too late. She shouted to the microphone: "Everyone keep order..." But the scene was so crazy, who heard what she said?

In the crisis, Liao Xuebing suddenly discovered that An Chunchun was squeezed out at some point!

Seeing that thousands of people in the stands were only half a step away from Murong Bingyu, everyone was waving their hands to almost touch her body, and the goddess couldn't help panic. Seeing this, Liao Xuebing ran with a quick step, pulled Murong Bingyu with his right hand and shouted: "Run over there with me, there are few people there, let's rush over!"

Murong Bingyu screamed, thinking that she had encountered fanatical fans, she was completely disappointed. Unexpectedly, it was her familiar voice that she cheered up again and followed Liao Xuebing to run away.

Liao Xuebing had outstanding eyesight and had already developed a skill in running away in his early gang pursuit career. He immediately looked at the weakest link of the fans, flashed left and right, and broke out of the encirclement. The fans squeezing on the stage because they were too many, and they squeezed me and touched you. They all thought that the goddess in their hearts was right in front of them, and the more they squeezed, the more they became, the more chaotic they became.

Laser lights, microphones, wires and other props were trampled and destroyed, the outdoor shelves were shaky, and the chaos in the scene was evident.

Liao Xuebing had long seen a small door entering and exiting the backstage, and pulled the girl into it and closed the door with a snap.

I don’t know if the line was broken by fans or some other reason, the place they entered was pitch black and there was no light.

"It's so dangerous!" Murong Bingyu calmed down and patted her chest gently and said, "It's a pity that no one saw her super cute little move in the darkness.

The footsteps of fans were still echoing outside. Liao Xuebing said: "Let's find a place to go out, it's very dangerous." Turn on the lighter, and through the dim flame, you can see that it was the temporary exit aisle for the dancers, with a lot of paper confetti and colored plastic sprinkled on the ground.

The lighter quickly went out, and Murong Bingyu said: "I have to contact the agent first. Unlucky, I don't have a cell phone on my body, I don't know where he is worried. The fans are so impulsive."

"Fuck, this kind of fan is the most brainless. Once it is instigated by others, it will be rainy. What's more, the song you sing is just average. What's the point of worship?" Liao Xuebing said sarcastic words.

At this time, Murong Bingyu was too lazy to care about him, and came to the backstage based on memory exploration. The lights here were very bright and many people were busy. The agent was calling the police station: "Hey, Director Zheng, please send more police force to reinforce. The fans' emotions have lost control. Miss Murong is surrounded by them and cannot get rid of her body. The situation is very dangerous. Ah! Miss! You are back!"

The agent quickly dropped the phone and surrounded the other staff members. He kept asking: "Miss, are you okay? I was so scared just now. Now it will be the headline of tomorrow's entertainment weekly." "Miss, you are so charming." "Miss, please change your clothes. If you have a car parked at the back door, you will be waiting for you. You will go to the hotel to attend the company's celebration banquet later."

Murong Bingyu signed a contract with Sky City Media, the largest entertainment company in the country. He is a heavyweight contracted artist in the company. After each concert is successfully completed, a celebration banquet will be held, and there are interviews from major media reporters. Although he was already very tired after singing for more than three hours at this time, he still had to continue socializing and couldn't help it.

She gently pushed everyone away and said, "Let me be quiet alone." She slowly walked back to her independent dressing room, approached the door, turned to Liao Xuebing and said, "Come in too, I have something to tell you."

"Me?" Liao Xuebing pointed at him, and everyone looked at him, and his heart was full of doubts: "Is this guy a lucky fan?" Some people also recognized him: "He seems to be the guy who just sang "Sweet Honey" with the lady on stage." "Damn it, the singing was so bad that he almost ruined the concert by himself."

Liao Xuebing glanced at everyone coldly and said, "What are you looking at? Go home and see your sister take a shower. You are so busy at work, and there are so many things to deal with, lighting dispatch, tutoring the masses, repairing the line, and press conferences. Do you think there is little trouble? Let me work!"
Chapter completed!