Brother, Don’t Delete Me! 53

Chapter 53: The Concert

The members filed in through the door, and Luo Jing put away his phone and looked at them: “Did something happen?”

“No,” Xu Xing said, looking puzzled. “The director just told us to change the order of one of the segments.”

“Oh,” Luo Jing nodded. “Why the sudden change? Will it affect your performance? If it’s inconvenient, I can talk to the director.”

“It doesn’t really affect us…”

But it would be more appropriate to have that segment at the end, as it was better for building atmosphere, but for some reason, the staff suddenly wanted to move it to the middle of the concert.

Thinking this, Xu Xing glanced at Xie You, who was standing there with his eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

…Could it be that the leader had talked to the director?

But why?

He couldn’t understand.

“It’s good that it doesn’t affect you.” Luo Jing had been distracted ever since learning about tomorrow being the anniversary of Huai Dan’s parents’ death.

He glanced at the time: “It seems like it’s almost time to start. I’ll go take my seat now?”

“Okay, you go first. It’ll be difficult to move around later when there are more people,” Xu Xing said understandingly.

“Then good luck, I’ll be watching,” Luo Jing smiled, cheering them on, and left the dressing room, led by a staff member.

After finding his seat, Luo Jing sat down.

The tickets hadn’t been checked yet, and the huge venue was only filled with busy staff members, confirming various matters and making final preparations.

The seat Xie You gave him was excellent, very close to the stage, seemingly within reach, yet not obstructing his view. This kind of seat would probably be incredibly expensive on the resale market.

After a while, the audience gradually started entering, and the environment became noisy. The staff started playing pre-show music.

Most of the fans entering were girls, all dressed up and with elaborate makeup, wanting to look their best in front of the people they admired.

Luo Jing couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional watching them.

The seat next to Luo Jing remained empty until just before the concert started, when a girl finally arrived, carrying many cameras—one in her hand, one on her shoulder, and one around her neck, fully equipped.

She was also carrying a bulging backpack. After sitting down, she quickly put down her equipment and breathed a sigh of relief.

When she put her backpack down, it accidentally bumped against Luo Jing’s leg, and he instinctively helped her steady it.

“Sorry, tha…” The girl also noticed and quickly grabbed her backpack, then instinctively looked at Luo Jing.

The moment she saw him, she froze, then said in surprise, “Luo Luo?”

Luo Jing: “?”

Luo Jing looked at the girl, trying to recall her, but couldn’t find her in his memory.

“Do we know each other?” he asked.

“I’ve been following your Weibo for a long time!” the girl said. “You haven’t updated in ages! By the way, can we take a picture together?”

Luo Jing suddenly understood, then, seeing the girl’s eagerness, as if afraid he would run away, he found it amusing and readily agreed: “Of course.”

The girl took out her phone and switched to selfie mode. Luo Jing thought for a moment, then made a peace sign.

The shutter clicked, and the girl put away her phone with satisfaction, then looked at the picture.

“You look even better in person than in the live stream,” she exclaimed, looking at the photo. “Completely unedited, it’s such a pity you’re not debuting.”

“Thank you,” Luo Jing smiled and politely complimented her, “You’re also very beautiful.”

The girl, however, said seriously, “I’m not kidding, really, will you consider debuting? I’ll be your fansite manager.”

She then quickly took a few pictures of Luo Jing with her camera.

Luo Jing couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re so good-looking, your skin is so good, Luo Luo, what’s your skincare routine?” the girl marveled, looking at the pictures on her camera.

Without the slight distortion of a phone camera, Luo Jing looked even better under the professional camera lens.

He was wearing a red hoodie today, which made his already fair skin look even whiter.

Luo Jing’s features were delicate and soft, and in the dim lighting of the venue, he seemed to be radiating a faint glow. His slightly curled hair looked fluffy, making him look refreshing and cute, his appearance no less striking than a celebrity’s.

“Can I add you on WeChat?” the girl asked, looking down at the photos she had just taken. “I’ll send you the pictures. It’s too bad to keep them to myself.”

Luo Jing readily showed his QR code: “Scan me.”

After adding each other, the girl skillfully took out her laptop from her bag, uploaded the photos, and sent them to Luo Jing.

Luo Jing watched, dumbfounded.

“Aren’t you tired carrying so many things?” he asked.

“It’s all worth it for good pictures.” Although the concert hadn’t started yet, the girl had already raised a long-lens camera, aiming it at the stage and adjusting the settings.

Then, remembering something, she turned to him curiously: “Why are you here today? Are you a special guest or something?”

“No, I’m just here to see them,” Luo Jing said. “I haven’t seen them in a long time.”

Seeing her serious and busy demeanor, he became a bit curious: “Who’s your favorite?”

“Xie You! That face, those legs, that figure, he’s also a great singer and dancer—and he’s so photogenic, do you understand the joy of never taking a bad picture of him! It’s so satisfying!”

Talking about her idol, the girl instinctively went into promotion mode, excitedly talking non-stop—mainly about her experience of taking pictures of him. In her excitement, she even showed Luo Jing some of her famous pictures of Xie You.

Luo Jing didn’t interrupt her, occasionally responding, feeling that she probably enjoyed the act of photography more.

After a while, the concert officially started. When the five members appeared on stage, the fans’ screams almost lifted the roof off the venue.

The first song was the title track of their new album this year, with a fast tempo that instantly ignited the atmosphere and energized the fans.

The girl beside Luo Jing was frantically taking pictures, looking incredibly calm, in stark contrast to those waving light sticks and banners.

This area was a bit quieter compared to other sections, so Luo Jing glanced back and met the gazes of a large group of cameras.

Looking closer, every face behind the cameras was focused, their expressions filled with the desire for good pictures.

Luo Jing: “…”

He turned back to continue watching the figures on stage and subtly shrank back a bit, so as not to obstruct the girls behind him from taking pictures.

Although the members often joked around with him, once they were on stage, they seemed like different people. Even Xu Xing lost his usual playful demeanor, looking radiant, energetic, and full of life.

Everyone was very skilled, their movements synchronized and visually stunning.

As Luo Jing watched, he suddenly felt a bit emotional.

He inexplicably felt a sense of pride, the kind an elder would feel for a younger generation.

Even though he was younger than them.

The atmosphere at the concert was excellent, and Luminary’s planning team was also very talented. Almost every song was pleasant to listen to, and the choreography was well-designed. The entire concert wasn’t just enjoyable for fans, but objectively a visual and auditory feast. Luo Jing enjoyed it immensely.

Although he was enjoying himself, he wasn’t a true fan, and with his mind preoccupied, he wasn’t completely immersed, occasionally glancing at the time.

After a while longer, Luo Jing decided to leave after the next song.

The next song was a self-composed song by the members, also very pleasant to listen to. Although the lyrics were about a secret crush, the melody was cheerful and uplifting.

This song was also very popular among fans and was usually performed at the end of the concert as a closing to this rare meeting.

But this time, it appeared in the middle, so some fans who had attended several concerts were a bit puzzled.

But they didn’t think much of it, assuming each concert had a different arrangement.

The members changed into new outfits and each held a yellow rose, a stage design they had never used before. The fansite managers around Luo Jing immediately aimed their cameras at their idols, determined to capture this new look.

As the song neared its end, the members walked to the edge of the stage and interacted with the fans while singing. They randomly gave the roses in their hands to the fans below, and the big screen switched between the scenes, the atmosphere reaching its peak. Some fans who received the flowers even burst into tears.

The camera focused on Xie You.

He hadn’t given his rose away yet. The image on the big screen followed him as he moved, and finally, he reached the edge of the stage.

Luo Jing was looking at the big screen.

It was very interesting to watch them give away flowers, especially seeing the fans’ happy tears or excited screams upon receiving a flower from their idol. These scenes were very touching.

Their love was selfless and unconditional, and these moments of seemingly reciprocated affection were precious. Anyone who saw them would be moved and sincerely happy for them.

He was anticipating the reaction of the fan who would receive Xie You’s flower—until he saw himself on the big screen.

A yellow rose suddenly appeared in front of him.

Luo Jing froze, looked away from the big screen, and looked up.

The boy’s makeup was exquisite, and the hand holding the rose was trembling slightly. He wasn’t looking at him, but down at the floor.

He was the one standing on stage, the center of attention, the one in the physically higher position, but this scene had a strange feeling.

As if the decision-making power was in Luo Jing’s hands.

Assuming that Xie You was doing this because he knew he was there and wanted him to feel included, Luo Jing paused, took the rose, smiled at Xie You, and waved at the big screen.

He didn’t have to do this, he thought guiltily.

Such a precious opportunity had been given to him. He felt a bit sorry for the girl who should have received this rose.

The girl sitting next to him froze for a moment, then raised her camera and took a picture of the two of them.