Jiang Siming finished singing the first song and flashed everyone a smile.
So this is what a solo concert feels like? It feels pretty great!
As "Luzhou Moon" ended, another melodious song began to play.
The audience erupted again as soon as they heard it.
"Little Love Song"!!!
"This is a simple little love song."
"Singing of the twists and turns of people's lives."
"I think I'm happy when I have your warmth."
"The air around my feet has turned."
With only the opening, the hundred thousand spectators began singing along with Jiang Siming again.
A concert where the audience could sing along to every song from beginning to end probably only happened with heavenly king-level singers.
Jay Chou, Lin Sansui, Doctor, and others like them had songs that everyone remembered so clearly.
Their concerts were usually one sing-along after another as well.
But one had to know that it had taken them nearly twenty years to reach that level of achievement.
Jiang Siming had taken less than a year.
Just from that alone, he had already surpassed them.
As the chorus arrived, Jiang Siming removed the stand microphone and slowly walked from the center of the stage toward the audience.
At that moment, a platform automatically rose from the stage and extended outward.
Because the platform was made of transparent tempered glass, it looked as if he were walking through the air beneath the lights.
The visual effect left the audience stunned.
In a red trench coat and with silver-white hair, this twenty-seven-year-old young man was dazzlingly eye-catching before an audience of a hundred thousand!
Everyone also noticed how cool the microphone in Jiang Siming's hand was. It was pure blue, with crystal-like decorations embedded in it.
Jay Chou and Lin Sansui, seated in the front section, could tell