CHAPTER 239: CHAPTER 138: CONCERT (PART 2)

According to Hua Country’s laws, once the payment contract is effective, the organizer cannot print an additional three thousand tickets once the tickets are already sold.

This directly led to the originally constructed Angel-wing-shaped concert stage being hastily changed into a pitiful, simple, straight-line stage twenty meters long and over two meters wide.

But for fans like Mo Xixi, this change was definitely good news. Online ticket sales are fair for most people, but for someone like Mo Xixi who never follows the online party system, besides internal allocations and group tickets, she managed to directly buy two handshake tickets. Within twenty centimeters, she could potentially shake hands with "Yimo Yisheng," not to mention enjoy other perks like taking photos.

"Xiao You, check again, is my makeup fixed properly?" Mo Xixi pushed aside a fat woman beside her who was twice her size.

"Didn’t you say Yimo Yisheng has a girlfriend?" Xia You glanced at her, also noticing several other female fans with handshake tickets. Even the double-sized woman next to Mo Xixi was eagerly touching up her makeup, making her triple chin even more obvious.

"Yes, and they’ve been dating since his debut. Despite Yimo Yisheng being a rock star, he almost has nothing to do with that chaotic circle. He never messes around with relationships, purely loves music, and has only one girlfriend, who is also his assistant." Mo Xixi’s words drew nods of agreement from a group of women nearby, causing a flurry of foundation powder to fly.

"Forget it, there are not a thousand, at least eight hundred women around this so-called stage. Under the lights, it’s just a blur of faces; you can’t see clearly," Xia You blocked Mo Xixi’s view.

Suddenly, a fifty-centimeter-high mini barrier around the stage was raised, causing disappointment among the fans. Considering the safety issues with "Death Track," organizers added this safety barrier last minute, completely blocking the female fans’ faces.

In the Red Stone Gymnasium, the dressing room with "Yimo Yisheng’s" nameplate had just experienced a wave of passion between a man and a woman.

A blond, blue-eyed woman was panting, reluctantly letting go of the man.

The woman put her watch back on, the hour hand indicating that there were only ten minutes left until the concert.

The lead singer of Death Track, Yimo Yisheng, tossed away a pre-selected costume for the performance.

"Darling, what’s wrong? This set of transparent clothes looks great, perfect for the stage effect," this blond beauty was Xiu Na, previously mentioned by Mo Xixi, Yimo Yisheng’s assistant and girlfriend. Xiu Na’s body, bare, retained traces of their lovemaking.

"Little temptress, it’s all your fault, I have marks all over my neck." Yimo Yisheng’s black transparent outfit was indeed suitable for tonight’s performance, but kiss marks on his neck would likely provoke fans sending heaps of threatening letters claiming they would commit suicide tomorrow. He hated women’s life-threatening threats the most.

"I did this to let them know clearly, you belong to me alone, Yimo," Xiu Na proudly nestled into his chest, and sensuously licked his sensitive spot with a rock, satisfied with the resulting breathy sounds.

"Stop, it’s almost time to start," Yimo Yisheng forcefully straightened Xiu Na’s body, "Recently the agency also mentioned that we should minimize sticking together. The rumors outside already claim we married long ago and have a secret five-year-old child. A teenage female fan overdosed on sleeping pills."

Xiu Na pouted, picking up the transparent clothes again to dress Yimo Yisheng, then took a black-purple tie to cover the hickeys on his neck, "People really can make up stories. I want to have a child with you too, after all, we’ve been together for over four years."

The man who was resigned to her manipulation a moment ago was visibly unhappy now. "Xiu Na, you know my rules."

"Sorry, Yimo, I shouldn’t have said that," Xiu Na understood she shouldn’t be emotional with Yimo at this time, he was already faithful enough. He had never had intimate contact with any other woman, the only bed partner for years had been her, "The concert schedule recently has been very tight, you must be tired, tomorrow, I have arranged him for you."

"Thank you, Xiu Na," Yimo Yisheng sincerely kissed her, tidied his clothes, then headed to his stage.

In the Red Stone Stadium, the other members of "Death Track" were all ready, with fans eagerly anticipating their "Death Angel Commander."

"Yimo, Yimo," someone started, and soon over thirteen thousand people were shouting in unison, Xia You quickly joined the crowd, rhythmically shouting, clapping, until her palms burned and itched, and their throats started to get hoarse.

Amidst the loud shouts of the audience, the stage still did not reveal the eagerly anticipated figure.

"Welcome everyone to your ’Death Stage’, tonight, I will descend for you, my angels." A husky yet magnetic voice sounded throughout the stadium, leaving people guessing where exactly the person speaking was hiding. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote, your support is my greatest motivation.)