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Chapter 995: 986 Guest (4)

Chapter 995: Chapter 986 Guest (4)

The two of them were watching when the live director approached with a walkie-talkie, prompting them to naturally let go of each other’s hands. The director smiled and said, “Teachers, the three of you, get ready, it’s time to go on stage.”

Bo Yan responded with a soft “mm,” then glanced at Shang Feifei before turning back to look at Xia Siyu.

She wasn’t afraid of being criticized; after all these years in the industry, no matter how much people gossiped about her private life, her professional abilities were beyond reproach. Even if there were rumors about her being a diva or the fact that she had never won an award, at the very least, her acting skills had never disappointed.

But when it came to singing, she lacked confidence.

Yet, with Bo Yan’s words, she tried to steady herself. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. When the director finally called them to the stage, she opened her eyes, and the clarity had returned to her gaze.

Then Bo Yan saw her lift her head high, her chest out, walking ahead without hesitation.

Even if she were to embarrass herself, so be it. She knew she wasn’t a great singer—but what did that matter? Even if there were laughter or ridicule, she’d leave that stage with confidence in herself.

Actors had to enter from different spots, given that this was a performance somewhat akin to a musical, incorporating both singing and dancing. Bo Yan and Shang Feifei, as the leads, needed to step onto the front stage. Meanwhile, Xia Siyu, playing the supporting female role, ascended on a rising platform from below.

Bo Yan watched her follow the director, her gait light and her expression composed, which put his mind at ease.

Once Xia Siyu rebuilt her confidence, she feared no one. She had been in the industry for years, not someone who was truly fragile—he had to trust her.

Retracting his gaze, he too followed the live director into the venue. The stage lights had yet to illuminate, and the hosts were still transitioning between segments. However, the fans, seemingly perceptive of their movements, were down below clapping ferociously.

Bo Yan had his guitar again—it was part of his role as a bar singer, where the guitar was practically an extension of himself. His act involved both strumming the guitar and singing, but this time he also had to dance. It was his first attempt at street dance; though the moves were simple, he found the experience somewhat novel.

When the two hosts on stage spoke the line, “Through wind and rain, I’ve been waiting for you.”

The moment the last word was spoken, the stage went completely dark.

And then—a single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage.

Bo Yan wore a worn-out white shirt, with only two buttons fastened. Part of its hem was tucked into his trousers, while the other part hung loosely. His hair was styled wild and rebellious, head tilted as he clutched his guitar and sat on a small swivel chair. In front of him stood a stand microphone.

His outfit alone was the epitome of the quintessential resident singer.

The instant Bo Yan appeared, the venue erupted in cheers. If this hadn’t been a Lunar New Year’s Eve gala, where the atmosphere had to be somewhat restrained, the reaction from the crowd would have been even more fervent.

Bo Yan raised his hand, his slender, well-defined fingers sweeping across the guitar strings, sending tremors through the air as the music began. The song officially started.

He had previously done a performance for Singles’ Day, sitting on stage with his guitar and singing a stripped-down acoustic track. This time was similar. The first two lines of the song were delivered by him alone, the background pitch-black, with nothing but him on stage under the spotlight.

Behind him on stage was a projection of a full moon, its light dim. In that faint moonlight, the silhouette of a man dancing could be vaguely discerned.

This song, “Wind and Rain,” had been specially tailored for the film “Storm,” making its content closely aligned with the storyline. The first two lines were sung in a deep voice, their lyrics laden with confusion and despair. Combined with the faint moonlight and the lonely dancer behind him, it truly evoked a poignant sense of desolation.