Seeing how enthusiastically the fans at the top of the stands were participating, Ye Chen smiled and said, "Then let's pick a fan from the top first—the male fan waving that long black down jacket around. Stop waving it and put it on already. Don't catch a cold. A down jacket that big must create quite a gust; don't fan the people in the front rows into catching colds too. Could the staff please pass him a microphone?"
All the fans at the venue laughed and cast envious looks toward that fan.
The fan smiled sheepishly, hurriedly put on his long black down jacket, and took the microphone, so nervous and excited that he could barely catch his breath.
"Hello, hi there!" Ye Chen greeted the fan with a smile, easing his nerves.
The fan patted his chest before waving at Ye Chen and saying with satisfied excitement, "Ye Chen! I have a few things I want to say to you."
"Go ahead, please," Ye Chen replied with a smile.
The fan took a deep breath before saying excitedly, "First of all, I really am not a plant. Ever since I heard your first song, 'Friends,' I've been won over by your voice and amazed by your talent. That's when I became your fan.
I've watched every one of your livestreams. You aren't just our idol—you're our family, and even more than that, you're China's pride.
So no matter how hard your tickets are to get, even if all I could get was a seat this far up in the stands, even in weather this cold, I'd still be willing to ride a high-speed train for ten hours to come support you at your concert. Just seeing you shine from afar is enough for me. You have to keep walking