When she started to call her seats, the audience hadn't reacted yet.

Later, I slowly recalled, these are the most fierce scolding just now.

The stars who chatted with Lianqing for a while hurriedly took their mobile phones and turned them around to record the people Lianqing said.

Their cameras were always pointed at Zhou Xinglan, but their mobile phones recorded the footage of different positions in the field.

Just then he continued: "Because there are such people. ”

If it was just for pleasure, she could rush over and beat them until they didn't know each other.

But if he really did this, it was Zhou Xinglan who was scolded.

That's all she ordered.

The "fan" standing on the stage suddenly said: "What does 'this kind of person' mean?" ”

"Each of us has independent thoughts, and it's our freedom to like or dislike someone, right?"

Lian Qing turned her head to look at him and pulled Zhou Xinglan to take a step back.

Zhou Xinglan looked down at the hands of the two and shook her hard.

She covered her nose slightly.

"If you hate it, don't look at it, why torture yourself?"

"While saying that I don't like him, I have to pay more attention to him than a real die-hard fan."

"Masochism?"

Without waiting for this person to continue speaking, Lian Qing said again: "In addition, are you really a fan of Zhou Xinglan?" ”

He opened his mouth, and Lianqing took several steps back.

"Forget it, don't answer, I don't question you, lest you have any free will with me."

"I just want to say that with fans like you, my Xinglan is really unlucky."

"If I'm not mistaken, you just sat in row 12 of Zone B, and you were the one to throw things at the stage, right?"

"And ......"

"If you are a fan of Zhou Xinglan, why do you still have a support card that only has a 'promise'?"

"Promise" is Chen Nuo's fan name.

On the edge of the pocket that Lian Qing pointed to, Chen Nuo's support card was crookedly.

He's stupid: he didn't even have this thing?

It was also at this time that many curious fans checked the video they had lined up and really found a familiar figure throwing things on stage.

"Fake powder!"

"Fake powder!"

"Liar!"

"Liar!"

The angry scolding overshadowed his excuses such as "this is not mine", "it's really not mine", "I don't know what's going on", and forced this person to slip off the stage in advance, and take something and slip out.

He was afraid that if he continued to stay, he would be torn apart by angry fans.

Lian Qing raised her chin and glanced at Chen Nuo: "It's nothing wrong with us, right?" ”

Chen Nuo still wanted to keep them, so Lian Qing asked strangely: "This is your concert, what are we doing with Xinglan?" ”

The young men of the wind also took the stage one after another, the music sounded, and they began to sing the last song.

Lian Qing and Zhou Xinglan sat in the lounge dangling their legs and listening to songs.

"It's not as good as you sing."

After speaking, he found that Zhou Xinglan did not react.

Neither polite "um" was there.

She turned her head to see that the other person was looking at her with burning eyes.

She was a little uncomfortable: "Well, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

She walked around the venue a few times, and when she reached the back door, she saw the fake fan who was about to sneak out in advance.

She licked her lips and followed.

When I came back, I was going to pick up Zhou Xinglan and leave.

In concerts like this, the artists either leave first or wait until everyone has left.

They choose the former.

Zhou Xinglan found some mud on her trouser legs.

The venue shouldn't be so unclean, right?

He was about to ask, but suddenly he heard a demonic voice from the back door.