Chapter 509: At the Concert (Part 1)

Chapter 509 At the Concert

Meng Fan’s voice, singing this stirring, uplifting, and positive song, made hearts race, cheeks flush, adrenaline surge, and spirits soar—no exaggeration, if this song were dropped on a battlefield, it would be a war anthem, one that could even grant a buff!

This had already been proven during the Olympics. Wasn’t Meng Fan a part-time coach for wrestling and judo? Off the mat, he was a tactical analyst; on the sidelines, a pre-match psychological counselor. Everyone understood the logic, but why did listening to Meng Fan actually make a difference? Aside from his personal charisma, his voice’s infectious power played a huge role. When Meng Fan said you could win, it might not guarantee much, but adding a ten percent chance of victory was certain.

Meng Fan himself was clearly a bit hyped. After all, this was the first song of his first solo concert, and such an electrifying tune at that. Compared to singing on stage before, he was even more pumped. Thus, for fans who had heard him live before, this was an experience unlike any other, and for those who hadn’t, it went without saying.

“Ahhh, is it this wild? I can’t take it anymore!”

“What do I do? I’m buzzing, hahaha!”

“Oh no, my blood pressure is spiking!”

“I’m about to have a brain hemorrhage, ahhh!”

“This live experience is nothing like before! Listening to Iron God sing on TV was nice, but it didn’t feel like this! This is way too intense! So there’s a reason to see a concert live!”

“Friends in the livestream, you must hear Meng Pang live at least once in your life—totally worth it!”

“What the hell, ‘once in a lifetime’! I can’t even get a ticket, what am I supposed to do!”

“Don’t say that, this might really be Meng Pang’s only solo concert!”

“Given his popularity, even if he doesn’t go on a tour, he’s bound to do a few shows in a row! He has no competition commitments right now, and his stamina is flawless. As for tickets, forget it—with such a small venue this time, who knows how many people are cursing him online!”

“Bro, stop! Knowing Meng Pang’s style, this is highly possible!”

“So jealous of everyone at the scene!”

“Damn, who needs a bike! Even through the screen, this is already wild enough. Honestly, I just peed myself!”

“I’m wet!”

“Wait for me, wet sister!”

“Meng Pang’s smile is addictive, and his voice is too!”

“Regret not going to the scene. Feels so good—the opening already hit a climax!”

Whoosh!

As the song ended, Meng Fan let out a quiet breath. Singing this track had felt amazing; his nervousness had fully dissipated, and this exhale was to temper his excitement.

Meng Fan had sung with all his might. In less than four minutes, sweat had broken out on his forehead—a testament to his effort. Given his current stamina, breaking a sweat from singing was genuinely difficult.

His body felt a bit hot, so he casually tugged at the tie on his performance outfit. It wasn’t to show off or look cool; he was genuinely feeling stuffy. But the audience didn’t care—they just screamed anyway. That move was just way too handsome!

Meng Fan was hot, and with that pull, his female fans got hot too.

As always, in the eyes of female fans—and even male fans—Meng Fan on stage was far more handsome and charismatic than on TV. The masculine aura radiating from him captivated even men.

“Not bad, right?”

Meng Fan loosened his tie, feeling much more comfortable, and asked with a hearty laugh. The live audience responded with laughter and affirmations.

“Honestly, I was a bit nervous before coming on stage. It’s not my first time singing on stage, but this is my first solo concert. I wasn’t a hundred percent panicked, but maybe ten percent.” Meng Fan smiled truthfully. “Still, it’s okay. I’ve survived the first song.”

The livestream in Station 8 was full of complaints. “Not bad”? It was way more than not bad, okay? Even some watching the stream had peed themselves. You’re always so modest.

“Oh, right.” Meng Fan remembered something and said to the audience, “You all know that besides the people here, many netizens are watching through the livestream. Everyone here, let’s say hi to the water friends and netizens in the livestream. Friends in the livestream, type ‘Meng Fan is so handsome’ in unison, so I and the audience here can feel your enthusiasm.”

The livestream indeed filled with text, but not “Meng Fan is so handsome”—instead, it was a unified—Screw off!

Then came other comments, the most common being—Why are you rambling? Just say it, when’s the next show!

After chatting a bit, Meng Fan started the second song. Though not as intense as the first, it was still a high-note belter, and the atmosphere remained explosive.

After singing another song, Meng Fan’s fourth was a duet. His duet partner was the concert guest Bai Zhi, and the song was the one they had first performed together at her concert—the one that marked Meng Fan’s formal stage debut. Having Bai Zhi as the first guest was quite symbolic.

After the duet, Meng Fan went backstage to change, temporarily leaving the stage to Bai Zhi.

Bai Zhi’s performance was as steady as ever, earning rounds of applause. She was extremely popular among Meng Fan’s fans, even more so than many otakus’ goddess Su Qingcen. There were several reasons, as netizens summarized: first, Bai Zhi had never been in a scandal with Meng Fan; second, she was best friends with Meng Caiwei, making her almost a sister to Meng Fan; third, she always praised and defended Meng Fan in any setting.

Oh, and Bai Zhi was also a cross-disciplinary talent—she had successfully transitioned from actress to singer, and most amusingly, she had recently held a personal craft exhibition, including welded metal works. Quite hardcore.

The second guest after Bai Zhi was Su Qingcen. She appeared after Meng Fan had sung three more songs on stage. Their collaboration was also a repeat—the stunning performance from the Millennium Double Eleven Gala. This time, Meng Fan handled the sand art while singing, painting and singing simultaneously.

Compared to their last collaboration, this performance was even more breathtaking with Meng Fan’s vocals added. The sand art had also changed significantly, mainly in that Meng Fan’s techniques were flashier and his moves more flamboyant. Last time, as a supporting act, he had to avoid stealing the spotlight—though he had already stolen some—but this time, there was no such burden. He went all out with the flair.

The concert quickly reached its one-third mark.

As a song ended, the dance troupe exited. Meng Fan took a bottle of water, took a sip, then pulled up a high stool and sat down. Holding the mic, he said, “Next song, ‘Dreaming.’ You all know it, right?”

“Yes!”

“Really? Then let’s sing it together. Let me pick someone… You!”

Yulong Xue, still in her cosplay outfit, saw herself appear on the concert’s big screen. She froze for two full seconds, then jumped up in cheers.

So lucky!

(The chapter ends)