Chapter 411: Chapter 201: If You Make Me Go On Stage Again, I’m Going to Hit You

Yang Chen replied with a smile: "Not bad. Young Master Song, are you going back to your seat?"

Song Siming, looking aggrieved, replied: "What for! You’ve stolen all the spotlight, going back now is useless!"

Yang Chen: "Well, that’s not necessarily true! What if your parents find Chairman Zhou and say there was a mistake? There might be another lucky draw later, and they’ll choose your seat number again."

Seeing the reasoning, Song Siming quickly returned to his seat.

Yang Chen sat down contentedly. It was worth watching this concert.

Tang Xia: "Brother Yang, was tonight fun?"

Yang Chen: "Haha... it was fun. Thanks for the tickets."

Tang Xia: "Can we be friends now?"

Yang Chen: "Sure! We’re friends now."

Tang Xia: "Hehe... okay, since we’re friends, you should help when a friend is in need, right?"

Yang Chen: "Why do I feel like you’re trying to set me up? What’s up, tell me. But I’m not pretending to be a boyfriend. You rich girls love that game, and I’m already tired of it."

Tang Xia covered her mouth, laughed, and replied: "Don’t worry, I will definitely not ask you to pretend to be a boyfriend. I want to invite you to teach our team piano, okay? I can pay tuition. Whatever you earn driving daily, I will cover it all. I believe with your skills, teaching us for a few days will definitely improve our level significantly. Is that okay?"

If it’s just guidance, Yang Chen was willing.

But properly teaching them for a few days, Yang Chen was a bit reluctant.

Yang Chen: "Casual exchange is fine, formal teaching is not. I’m just a ride-sharing driver, how can I teach you professional piano students."

Tang Xia: "Okay! Then just casual exchange. Can you come to Yihai Apartments at 9 am tomorrow?"

Yang Chen: "In the afternoon."

Tang Xia: "Okay! What time in the afternoon? I’ll wait for you at the entrance."

Yang Chen: "Around 4 pm."

Tang Xia stretched out her finger and said: "Okay! Let’s make a pinky promise, then it’s settled."

Yang Chen laughed heartily and made a pinky promise with Tang Xia.

Seeing the two chatting away and making promises, Song Siming felt even more downhearted.

Chairman Zhou went backstage to change costumes, preparing for the next performance.

Sure enough, Song Siming’s parents went to him and reminded him of the mistake, asking him to draw again later and make sure their son could perform on stage.

Chairman Zhou was a bit annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. It was the organizer’s request, and it wasn’t too unreasonable, so he had to agree.

But mistakenly choosing the audience earlier, they’d already performed piano. If piano is performed again next, it would be a bit dull.

Moreover, that ride-sharing driver’s piano skills were extremely high, definitely better than some masters.

If Song Siming went up to perform on the piano again, it would surely be embarrassing.

Song Siming’s parents thought about it and agreed.

The two decided to change the performance.

Song Siming had practiced Wing Chun for a few years. Later, Chairman Zhou will sing the song "Huo Yuanjia," so why not let Song Siming go up and perform some kung fu?

Chairman Zhou was speechless; "Huo Yuanjia" requires Huo Family Fist; what’s the point of doing Wing Chun?

But Chairman Zhou didn’t have time to argue with Song Siming’s parents, as it was nearing showtime.

Therefore, he reluctantly agreed.

Chairman Zhou returned to the stage and first sang "Dragon Fist" to hype up the crowd.

Then he said, "Next, I will sing ’Huo Yuanjia.’ I also want to randomly select a lucky fan to sing this song with me. Ideally, he knows some kung fu and can perform Dragon Country kung fu while singing. Do you want to see?"

"Yes!" the crowd replied loudly.

Chairman Zhou: "Okay! Same method as before: I’ll close my eyes and say ’start,’ the spotlight will jump, and when I say ’stop,’ the spotlight will lock onto a fan who’ll come on stage to perform ’Huo Yuanjia’ with me."

Everyone was full of anticipation.

Song Siming revived, straightening his back, and said to Yang Chen and Tang Xia: "My parents got me another chance. This time, it’s definitely me, I’m going up to perform some Wing Chun."

Yang Chen laughed and said, "Young Master Song is impressive, even knows kung fu."

Song Siming: "Of course. Let me show you what it means to be talented in both arts and martial arts!"

Yang Chen nodded with a smile and said: "Great! Perform well, aim to gain Miss Tang’s favor."

Song Siming: "Need you to say that?"

Tang Xia, standing aside, said helplessly: "Brother Yang, stop saying that. I like guys with high piano skills, why would I need kung fu? It’s not like I’m looking for a bodyguard."

"Stop!" yelled Chairman Zhou.

Yang Chen nodded with a smile and said: "Young Master Song also plays piano, you... huh? Who is it? Why is the light on me?"

Tang Xia burst into laughter and said: "Brother Yang, it’s you again! Haha... you two switched seats, they made another mistake! Haha... I’m going to die laughing, oh my, can’t stand it, my stomach hurts from laughing!"

Song Siming’s expression instantly froze, feeling utterly bewildered; no way, not like this.

Chairman Zhou was dumbfounded, thinking maybe Song Siming’s parents are idiots?

How did they mistakenly choose this ride-sharing driver again?

The audience saw Yang Chen on the big screen, laughing and applauding.

"Chairman Zhou, you’ve turned bad! You could have just called him a guest performer, wouldn’t that be enough?"

"Chairman Zhou, why are you playing tricks too? Guest performer is guest performer, why claim it’s a random selection?"

"Oh... indeed if randomly selected, would you know kung fu? It’s understandable, considering the concert effect needs to be managed."