Suddenly, the performance at the rock club came to an abrupt halt.

A few boys in leather jackets and leather pants, wearing exaggerated eyeshadow and lip gloss, grabbed guitars, basses and other musical instruments and rushed towards the terrace of the Peking Opera Society, violently pushing the crowd: "Let one let one let one!"

"Shao Long!"

"It's Shao Long and Nie Jianfeng!"

The crowd was in a commotion, and many people recognized the boys: "It's from the Rock Club, Dragon Claw Band!"

Dragonclaw Band!

Lin Qian and Qin Dawei, Su Xia and the others behind the terrace also saw them.

The boys quickly crowded under the terrace on the second floor, all of them menacing and with unkind faces.

The leader with short dyed purple hair, tall and handsome, with riveted leather bracer guards, pointed at Lin Qian murderously: "What do you mean?!" There was also a miniature microphone pinned to his leather vest, and this question was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone on the scene through the microphone.

But Lin Qian was stunned.

As if he didn't see Shao Long at all, he sang "The eyes are full of wonderful scenery and full of inspiration" for the third time, raised his hand and turned around, and danced the colorful silk out of one pattern after another. When he was very young in his previous life, the master taught him that as long as a servant is on stage, even if the sky falls, he must have no distractions. Not to mention being smashed by someone, even if it is on fire, earthquake, or flood, you must stabilize it!

He took Master's words to heart.

This is his insistence as a Peking Opera singer.

He sang the last sentence of "Cloud Road" of "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" without hurry-

"Urging Xiangyun to drive Ruicai to the Buddha field quickly——"

Closing hands and standing still, the colorful silks are fluttering, like flowers falling.

Lingering sounds.

There was silence under the terrace on the second floor, and everyone seemed to be stunned by his performance.

After a while, I don't know who took the lead, and the crowd suddenly burst into warm applause: "Okay!"

"Good!"

"Good!!"

Lin Qian deserved this applause, although they couldn't tell what Lin Qian sang and danced well, but they felt that he brought them a beautiful feast-like enjoyment.

Of course.

After all, Lin Qian was an amazing and brilliant figure in the Peking Opera industry in his last life, if it weren't for the fact that he was damaged by a few sudden illnesses during the voice change period, many old-timers predicted that he would surpass all Peking Opera masters in the future and become the first person to carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future. Such a character, now standing here alive and singing live, that infectious, that shocking, is not just casually comparable to anyone.

It is normal for these audiences under the terrace to be amazed by him, who among them has ever enjoyed the performance of a character of Lin Qian's level up close?

It's a completely different experience from watching a video through a screen!

It's so exciting, it's too wonderful to put into words.

The applause and cheers of the crowd lasted for a long time, almost toppling the night sky.

But the faces of those in the Dragonclaw Band were even worse.

Isn't this thunderous applause slapping them in the face in the red fruit field?!

You must know that most of these students who watched Lin Qian's singing came to see the rock club perform tonight!

"Whoever applauds again will be against me Shao Long!" a cold voice sounded.

I saw that in the Dragon Claw Band, the purple-haired boy led by him stepped on the flower bed, raised one arm high, and made a gesture that symbolized "quiet" in their band's performance.