Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 171: Have Her Sign an Autograph for Me

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Have Her Sign an Autograph for Me

Fang Bai and Baili Mingyue’s seats were somewhat distant from the stage, and Baili Mingyue could only see Ye Wumei’s figure but could not make out her facial features clearly.

Fang Bai’s senses were keen, and he not only saw Ye Wumei’s appearance clearly but even understood the length of her breath and her heartbeat rate as if within his grasp.

One must admit that Ye Wumei, known as the "National Youth," indeed had reason to be proud of herself.

She was in her early twenties, with a figure and looks that were perfect to the extreme, paired with a fresh and unsullied temperament, she was simply the ideal partner in the eyes of men.

Renowned as the "Heavenly Singer" in the music scene, Ye Wumei’s voice, as soon as she sang, stunned everyone, capturing the hearts of all present.

Her voice was like a warbler singing in the clouds when high-pitched, a murmuring brook in a deep ravine when low, like pearls falling on a jade plate when fast, and like a mountain spring flowing when slow. Every note and every tone was captivating and moving, soothing to the heart and soul.

Apart from the wonderful music and Ye Wumei’s singing voice, there wasn’t a single other noise; eighty thousand spectators were holding their breath, immersed in the dual pleasures of sight and sound.

Even Fang Bai was influenced by Ye Wumei’s singing. He squinted his eyes slightly and quietly enjoyed the performance of the woman who sang and danced.

When the song ended, there was a brief silence at the venue, followed immediately by thunderous applause, with tens of thousands crying out Ye Wumei’s name. The powerful sound wave seemed able to lift the roof of the stadium.

After a short rest, Ye Wumei began her second song, and she changed the style completely, from a song full of Huaxia’s ancient charm to a modern, energetic dance song.

Wearing a black tank top and hotpants, Ye Wumei sang and danced passionately, igniting the enthusiasm of the tens of thousands of spectators, who all stood up, and swayed along with the music rhythm and Ye Wumei’s singing, reaching a fever pitch in the venue atmosphere.

Baili Mingyue also stood up and twisted her slender waist in time with the music.

Around 10:30 p.m., after a concert that lasted for three hours, the audience still hesitated to leave even after Ye Wumei departed the stage.

"Did you enjoy the concert today? Can we go home now?"

As they left the stadium together, Fang Bai asked Baili Mingyue with a smile.

"Not yet!"

Baili Mingyue lifted up the poster of Ye Wumei in her hand and said, "I want to wait for Ye Wumei at the door and have her sign it."

Looking around, Fang Bai saw thousands of fans like Baili Mingyue with posters in hand, obviously all waiting for their idol’s autograph. He said with a wry smile, "If I were Ye Wumei, I would’ve either slipped away early or come out later."

"Ye Wumei rarely comes to Yanjing for a concert, and if I miss this chance, I don’t know how long it will be until the next one. Fang Bai, dear Fang Bai, will you please keep me company a little longer?"

"All right then," Fang Bai conceded to Baili Mingyue’s persistent pleas and nodded in agreement.

After about half an hour, there was still no sign of Ye Wumei’s motorcade, and Baili Mingyue couldn’t help but feel deflated.

Just then, Fang Bai’s ears twitched, and he whispered to Baili Mingyue, "We won’t see your idol here! She’s just left in her car from the back door."

"How do you know?"

"Because I’m a Martial Artist!"

Fang Bai pointed to his ears, saying, "My hearing is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people; I heard Ye Wumei’s voice."

"Fang Bai, think of something quickly! I know you must have a way, right?"

Baili Mingyue, almost on the brink of tears, grabbed one of Fang Bai’s arms and began shaking it.

Fang Bai, having no other choice, sighed and said, "Then you promise me, after you get Ye Wumei’s autographed poster, you’ll go home and rest, okay?"

"Okay."

"Follow me."

Fang Bai took Baili Mingyue’s little hand and said, "Let’s go find Ye Wumei for her autograph."

As Fang Bai swiftly pulled her along, Baili Mingyue asked, "How do we find her? Do you know where Ye Wumei went?"

"I think I heard her say that she was going to the food street to have a night snack. Let’s go there and look around; maybe we’ll run into her!"

"Ha, the food street, I like it there too! We’ll go look for Ye Wumei’s autograph and have some night snacks while we’re at it."

Located in the northern part of Yanjing, the food street spans roughly two kilometers east to west and is a pedestrian street. Come evening, customers from all over flock there to taste the unique local delicacies from all across Huaxia.

By the time Fang Bai and Baili Mingyue arrived at the food street by taxi, it was already close to eleven at night.

At that hour, the other streets were sparsely populated, but the food street was still teeming with people, and many of the snack shops that were open 24 hours shone brightly, bustling with business.

"There are a hundred or two hundred snack shops here, do we have to search them one by one?"

Standing at the entrance of the food street, Baili Mingyue couldn’t help but worry.

Fang Bai smiled and said, "I’m here! Just follow me."

Side by side, they walked on, and every two or three hundred meters, Fang Bai would prick up his ears, listening carefully to the activity inside the snack shops lining the street.

"Does Ye Wumei like spicy food?"

When they reached a noodle house, Fang Bai stopped, smiled, and asked.

"Yes!"

Baili Mingyue nodded and said, "I’ve seen an interview with Ye Wumei. She said in the program that she likes spicy food... Fang Bai, how do you know? You’re not a fan of Ye Wumei."

Fang Bai pointed toward the noodle house and said, "Because Ye Wumei is in there having a night snack! I’ve had these noodles before, and they’re very spicy!"

Without saying another word, Baili Mingyue turned on her heel and charged into the noodle house.

In the large dining hall of the noodle house, which was furnished with more than a dozen tables, some customers were having their night snacks, and on the west side of the hall were several private rooms.

"Fang Bai, Ye Wumei isn’t here! Did you get it wrong?"

Baili Mingyue stood in the hall, looked around but did not see Ye Wumei, and couldn’t help but ask.

Fang Bai pointed towards the private room 7 on the east side and said, "She’s inside there!"

Baili Mingyue turned to look at private room 7 and found herself facing the watchful eyes of two bodyguards stationed at the door.

The bodyguards, dressed in black suits and wearing large sunglasses, were intimidating in stature, and Fang Bai knew they were Yellow Level Martial Artists. He was certain they had heard the conversation between him and Baili Mingyue.

Ye Wumei, who was in the private room having a night snack with an assistant, seemed to have heard something as well, and quieted down.

Knowing Fang Bai had formidable strength, even more so than her own father, Baili Mingyue was unafraid of the two bodyguards and walked straight over, intending to enter the private room.