"Next up, for the final act, I'd like to invite an audience member to sing a song with me. How about it?"
"Yeah—!!!"
Cheers erupted from below the stage.
"Alright! Then I'll randomly pick an audience member—!"
"You! That handsome guy in the front row! Come on up!"
Li Xue blinked her bright, sparkling eyes.
Every audience member turned to look at Lu Qin, along with the lenses of eight cameras.
Before Lu Qin could react, Li Xue had already come to the edge of the stage and was gazing at him.
A staff member stuffed a microphone into Lu Qin's hand.
Lu Qin awkwardly waved his hands again and again.
"Um, sorry, I can't sing. Could you pick someone else?"
The surrounding audience, especially the male viewers, immediately began egging him on.
"Bro, are you stupid? Why switch people? Get up there!"
"Even if you can't sing, just howl a couple lines! How often do you get a chance to share the stage with Li Xue? You'll even be on TV!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
"If you won't go, I will! Give me that microphone!!"
"Me! I'm Jiangcheng's God of Song!"
Holding her microphone, Li Xue smiled at Lu Qin.
"Handsome, your voice sounds really nice. You must sing well too. Don't be shy, come up!"
A young man beside him gave Lu Qin a push, helping him to his feet.
Lu Qin broke out in a cold sweat as he was practically driven onto the stage.
He followed Li Xue to the center of the stage.
Warm applause rang out below, along with plenty of jealous shouts and whistles.
Then came a brief silence.
Li Xue asked, "Handsome, what should I call you?"
"Lu Qin."
"Mr. Lu, what songs can you sing?"
After thinking for a few seconds, Lu