110: Chapter 110 Brother Chen, welcome back! King, welcome back!

The music stopped abruptly.

The final heavy beat, along with the vibration of the subwoofer, vanished into the night sky of the Beijing Workers Stadium.

In the center of the stage.

Su Chen and Zhang Yixing maintained a back-to-back frozen pose.

Their chests heaved violently, and sweat slid down their cheeks, splashing onto the pitch-black wooden floor.

The audience of fifty thousand was still immersed in that mesmerizing and crazy rhythm, as if drained of all strength, resulting in a brief blankness.

One second.

Two seconds.

"Boom—"

A wave of sound, more ferocious than any before, literally blew off the roof of the Workers Stadium.

screams, roars, and applause blended into a massive storm, sweeping through every corner.

On the big screen, a high-definition close-up of Su Chen was cut in.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his chin, his eyes clear and bright, carrying a hint of calm smiling expression.

Zhang Yixing turned around and looked at the man in front of him.

Fifty minutes ago, he had single-handedly subdued the entire venue, the peerless top star in the Chinese Entertainment Industry, the ceiling of singing and Dancing.

But at this moment, his shoulders slumped, and the whole person looked like a child who had unloaded a heavy burden.

He gasped heavily, the redness in his eye sockets rapidly expanding.

The cheers from the audience gradually turned into a unified rhythm.

"Su Chen!"

"Su Chen!"

The top three live-streaming platforms across the entire network, after experiencing crashes and emergency repairs, stabilized their channels again.

The online viewer count was locked on a terrifying number: fifty million.

In front of tens of millions of screens, the bullet comments swept across like a blizzard.

[Too strong! Is this beat-matching something a human can pull off?]

[I was shaking along under the covers, and even the bed collapsed from the shaking!]

[Looking at that moment when they stood back-to-back, I literally broke down in tears in a second, it's been five years!]

[Where is SM Entertainment's legal team? Where the hell did they go? Come out and face your death!]

[Starting today, in the Chinese music scene and dance industry, there is only one true god!]

[Who dares to say that our Chinese Entertainment Industry has nothing? Slapping those guys in the face with "gangnam style", it feels so damn good!]

[...]

On the stage, the lights slowly dimmed, leaving only a soft white spotlight enveloping Su Chen and Zhang Yixing in the center.

Zhang Yixing waved to the staff off stage.

An assistant trotted over and handed up a black microphone.

Zhang Yixing held the microphone, his wrist trembling somewhat uncontrollably.

He didn't speak immediately; instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed a tumultuous wave of emotions.

The venue of fifty thousand people miraculously quieted down once again.

Everyone realized that this was not just the curtain call of a performance.

Zhang Yixing opened his eyes.

He didn't look at the fifty thousand pairs of eyes staring at him from the audience, nor did he look at the densely packed cameras around him, but turned directly to face Su Chen.

The live big screen clearly captured the expression on his face.

It was a complex expression mixed with grievance, awe, wild joy, and even a hint of disbelief.

He gripped the microphone with both hands, straightened his back, and then slowly leaned his upper body forward.

A ninety-degree bow.

In this industry, Zhang Yixing's current status no longer required him to show such profound courtesy to anyone.

Yet he bent very deeply, his head almost touching his knees.

One second.

Three seconds.

Five seconds.

He just stayed hunched over like that.

The entire venue was pin-drop silent, and tens of millions of netizens across the screens even slowed down their breathing.

Finally, Zhang Yixing straightened his waist and raised the microphone to his lips.

"Brother Chen."

As soon as the voice came out, it was hoarse.

Carrying a clear choke, it spread through the huge speakers to every corner of the Workers Stadium.

With red-rimmed eyes, he stared fixedly at Su Chen.

"You're finally willing to stand beside me."

Five years ago, in that dim underground practice room in Seoul.

Su Chen always stood at the very front, scrutinizing their moves and correcting their pronunciation.

Even when ostracized by Korean Trainees, he always used his broad back to block all the malice.

On the day the debut announcement was issued, Zhang Yixing thought they could stand at the peak together.

Instead, what he waited for was the back of that man carrying a broken wooden guitar, walking into the torrential rain.

Over these past five years, he had won Best Male Singer, held world tours, and become a mentor.

Countless people shouted "Teacher Zhang" and "Top Star Zhang" in his ears.

But a part of his heart had always been empty.

That position belonging to the backbone had always been vacant.

"It's been five years."

Zhang Yixing's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice trembling severely, "For these past five years, I've been practicing Dancing every single day. Practicing every day."

"I didn't dare stop, because I was afraid that one day when you came back and found I had regressed, you'd scold me again."

Two lines of tears uncontrollably burst out of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks.

In the venue of fifty thousand people, repressed sobs sounded.

The young girls in the front row covered their mouths, crying with tears all over their faces.

Zhang Yixing wiped his face crudely with the back of his hand, pulling out an ugly yet relieved smile.

He took another deep breath, used all his strength, and shouted towards Su Chen and the fifty thousand people in the venue.

"Brother Chen! Welcome back!"

This scream pierced through five years of repression.

Shattering all grievances and unwillingness.

After pausing for a split second, the bullet comments in the live-streaming room ushered in an unprecedented massive explosion.

[Wuwuwu, he cried, and I'm crying too!]

["I was afraid you'd come back and scold me", this sentence has too much lethality, this is the bond between them!]

[Five years of forbearance finally traded for today's upright dignity.]

[What kind of person is Su Chen anyway, to make Zhang Yixing so devoted.]

[Welcome back! God Su!]

[Welcome home! KING!]

[...]

Over ten million bullet comments neatly turned into four characters.

[Welcome back!]

The wind blew through the night of Beijing.

Su Chen stood in place, looking at the tear-soaked Zhang Yixing in front of him.

Five years ago, this same guy had rushed into the conference room with red eyes, roaring at a room full of executives, "He is stronger than all of us, what right do you have?"

In the blink of an eye, that little brat who used to hide in a corner and shed tears over wrong Dancing moves had already become an overlord of one side.

But deep down in his bones, he was still that junior brother who couldn't control his tears whenever he got excited.

Su Chen did not pick up the microphone.

There was no lengthy emotional melodrama.

He took a step forward.

Standing in front of Zhang Yixing.

Extending his right hand.

This action made the tens of millions of netizens in front of the big screen hold their breath instantly.

In the minds of old fans, the dug-up scene from the rainy night in Seoul five years ago flashed involuntarily.

Su Chen's hand fell.

Patting Zhang Yixing's shoulder.

"Pat."

"Pat."

"Pat."

Patting three times in succession.

The force was neither heavy nor light.

Five years ago, in that torrential rain-drenched corridor.

Carrying a broken-stringed wooden guitar, he had patted Zhang Yixing's shoulder just like this, leaving behind a sentence: "Dance well, junior brother."

Today.

The same action, the same person.

Su Chen looked at him, his brow and eyes softening.

"Not bad."

Four simple words.

Not amplified through the microphone, but in the quiet environment of the scene, it still clearly reached the ears of the front-row audience and the sound-recording equipment.

Zhang Yixing was stunned.

The next second, he completely broke down.

All his defenses, all his adult dignity, shattered completely in front of this sentence "Not bad".

He dropped the microphone, stepped forward, and hugged Su Chen tightly.

He buried his head on Su Chen's shoulder, crying loudly like a child who had suffered grievances outside and finally found a parent.

Su Chen stood very steadily, letting him hug him.

He raised his left hand and gently patted his back.

The fifty thousand audience members spontaneously stood up.

Without any direction.

"Welcome back!"

"Welcome back!"

Wave after wave of sound resounded through the clouds.

Countless white cheering lights swayed wildly, converging into a pure white ocean without any impurities.

This was the cleanest and purest carnival in the history of the Chinese Entertainment Industry.

In the e-sports room, Wang Wenjian already had a desk piled with tissues.

Rubbing his red-rimmed eye sockets, looking at the picture on the screen, his voice was hoarse.

"Brothers, what is called prestige? This is called prestige."

"Without any PR copy, no need to buy hot searches. One action, one sentence, directly crowned as a god."

"After today, whoever dares to smear Su Chen with things from five years ago is going against all Chinese netizens!"

The bullet comments in the live-streaming room were filled with flowers and crying emojis.

[I can remember this scene for a lifetime.]

[The shoulder pat spanning five years, this closed loop is too perfect!]

[Back then he said to Dancing well, today he said not bad. Su Chen has always been watching him!]

[This is grand vision, this is the real big shot!]

[Brotherhood is really too moving to tears.]

For a long time.

Zhang Yixing finally calmed his emotions, released his hands, and wiped his face somewhat embarrassedly.

"Stop rubbing, your makeup is all ruined."

Su Chen smiled.

Zhang Yixing also followed with a smile.

Then the upbeat music sounded again.

Su Chen shouted: "Yunnan BIGBANG, come on!"