With the rise of music, Song Xi slowly walked from behind the door.
In an instant, deafening screams and shouts erupted from the audience. This was a reaction that even Tao Qingyu hadn't received when he came out. It was a pity, though, that Tao Qingyu had already left and couldn't witness this scene.
Leng Xiaobing clapped her hands with a fake smile, saying sarcastically, "The popular ones really know how to make an entrance."
This remark caused Mi Xuan's applause to slowly halt.
Once upon a time, she too had been popular and adored.
But Song Xi was clear-headed. She knew that half of the audience was there just for the spectacle.
"Hello everyone, I am Song Xi."
She greeted them politely, and applause rang out again from the audience.
Little Fatty clapped the most enthusiastically, almost to the point of his hands breaking.
Someone next to him advised, "That's enough, your hands must hurt."
Little Fatty, however, said, "From today on, I'm a Xi Yang fan!"
"Tch, maybe she's like the previous two, a mere show-off who bought their way in with ghostwritten material."
Little Fatty retorted, "They aren't professionals. It's already great that they got on stage. Don't judge them by your professional standards. If you were to sing or act, could you do it?"
"You brat, turning your back on us, a traitor! I'm defending the dignity of stand-up comedy. Not just anyone can come up here and grab a piece of the pie!"
Little Fatty ignored him, focusing intently on Song Xi.
Song Xi took a deep breath and placed the microphone on its stand.
A stand-up comedian raised an eyebrow: "Yo, she's actually taking it seriously."
Song Xi turned and took another deep breath. A few seconds later, when she turned back, the nervousness in her eyes had vanished, replaced by absolute confidence.
In the audience, Little Mo's toes were clenched in tension.
Although Song Xi had said she had written a script, she wasn't a professional. If the performance didn't go well, they'd have plenty to mock online. Little Mo silently worried for her.
Just then, her phone vibrated in the pocket of the clothes she was holding – it was Song Xi's phone!
Little Mo panicked. What made it worse was that the caller ID displayed Lou Yu Ming's name.
Help! What to do, what to do!
Little Mo wanted to hang up, but her hand trembled, and she accidentally answered.
"Hello."
A deep voice came through the phone, and Little Mo felt an icy chill emanating from it.
She shakily brought the phone closer to her ear. "Hello..."
Lou Yu Ming immediately sensed something was wrong. His already grim face became even more stern.
"Where is Song Xi?"
Little Mo glanced at Song Xi on stage, who was talking eloquently and making the audience roar with laughter. She then covered her mouth and whispered, "Sister Song Xi is busy."
"Busy?"
Upon hearing that word, a chilling smile crept onto Lou Yu Ming's lips.
"Then ask her if she's forgotten anything today."
?
Little Mo looked at Song Xi. She couldn't go on stage at this moment, so she pretended to say, "What did Sister Song Xi say?"
"What is it?" To her surprise, the man's voice on the other end of the line became an octave higher upon hearing this.
Lou Yu Ming's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, and he gritted his teeth, patiently saying, "Didn't she keep saying she wanted to watch stand-up comedy! I said I'd take her this weekend. Where is she!"
It was raining in City A today. To have some alone time with Song Xi and let her enjoy herself, Lou Yu Ming had specifically told Yao Yifan not to accompany him.
Yet, after waiting for ten minutes outside the venue, Song Xi still hadn't arrived!
Lou Yu Ming clenched the umbrella in his hand, his eyes like a storm.
"Five minutes. If she doesn't hurry over, she's dead!"
Beep beep beep—
The call was hung up.
The color drained from Little Mo's face little by little.
She looked helplessly at Song Xi on stage, her heart silently screaming.
Help, Sister Song Xi, someone's going to die! What should I do!