"My god! That gave me chills. Ye Chen is incredible—his breath control is so steady. He can sing and dance like that without getting winded at all."
"He's so steady. Could he be lip-syncing?"
"Tsk~ Ye Chen, the human walking CD, would never stoop to lip-syncing, okay?"
"If he's not lip-syncing, how can he be that steady? Try singing and dancing like that yourself. If you don't get winded, I'll call you Dad."
"I can't do it, but your Ye Chen Dad definitely can."
"I don't believe it. If he's really singing live and sounds that good, I'll send Ye Chen ten rockets right now."
"..."
There was also a huge screen right in front of Ye Chen, showing the livestream on viewers' phones.
That way, while standing onstage, Ye Chen could see the fans' comments and live interactions.
When Ye Chen turned his back to the camera, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
Lip-syncing was out of the question.
He wasn't about to let people falsely accuse him.
Ye Chen spun around, pretending that the movement was so vigorous that it knocked the microphone clipped to his collar loose.
For a moment, only the backing track and the sound of the microphone brushing against his clothes could be heard onstage. His singing alone had stopped.
In the eyes of the countless viewers, the microphone seemed to have fallen by the will of heaven itself, perfectly proving that Ye Chen wasn't lip-syncing.
Seeing that he'd achieved the desired effect, Ye Chen remained perfectly calm. He used one of his dance moves to casually clip the microphone back into place.
Ye Chen's beautiful singing voice rang out in the livestream once more.
All the accusations that Ye Chen was lip-syncing disappeared in an instant.
After a brief silence, the comments