Chapter 35: I, Lu, am fondest of stabbing people!

Xu Xiu felt his train of thought suddenly clear up, as if a veil had been lifted!

So, it was a "Party A as Godfather" situation...

Talk about a coincidence!

As for me, Xu... Mr. Lu, duty comes first, and piercing comes foremost!

According to unofficial history, when Wang Yun hosted a banquet to eliminate Dong Zhuo, he spoke of Yan Liang’s unparalleled bravery. Lu Bu merely scoffed, "I see him as nothing but a man selling his own head for a price!"

"Have you not heard? The tip of my Sky-Piercer Halberd is twelve feet long, and the shaft alone is ten feet!"

Hearing this from outside the window, Diaochan blushed and decided to marry Lu Bu.

Therefore, when it came to piercing people, he, Mr. Lu, was truly peerless—past, present, and future!

Furthermore, I must emphasize one point: the unofficial record claiming he was a "servant of three surnames" is false; he was definitely not a "servant of three natures"...

On stage.

Patrick walked onto the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd, having specifically changed his outfit.

"Xiexie everyone~ Next, I will bring you my original song, 'The Perfect Night'."

"Awwwww!"

"Patrick! Patrick! You are so cool!"

"Patrick! We love you! So handsome!"

"Ahhhhh! You are my god!"

"..."

The guests below descended into chaos, clearly aware of the power dynamics at play.

One must give face to Party A; the art of social niceties had to be mastered perfectly. In the entertainment industry, failing to give face to Party A wasn't just a matter of social etiquette—it was a recipe for disaster! Countless geniuses had seen their careers cut short simply because they lacked these social skills. Nothing more, nothing less!

A melodious piano melody began to play, carried by the breeze into every corner, as the stirring notes wove together with the sound of the waves to create a moving masterpiece.

It was an English song. As soon as Patrick began to sing, Xu Xiu frowned.

Not for any deep reason, he just couldn't understand a word.

Back in school, he never attended English classes. His desk was the "god-tier" spot in the back row, and whenever English class started, he would go out with his fellow "gods" to play League of Legends at an internet cafe!

Attending formal English classes × Going out to learn "authentic" English ✓

First Blood!

Defeat!

Who said this English was old? This English was fantastic!

Instantly refined!

Truth be told, Patrick’s singing was quite good. Who would have thought that a foreigner like him would have such excellent English!

Damn it, how annoying!

Even the audience was stunned by his performance; they hadn't expected Patrick to sing so well.

"Wait, which group is he from? I've never heard of him. Is this song really that good?"

"INTO1! They’re the last group; they were hit with restrictions as soon as they debuted. Such a pitiful bunch of guys."

"So handsome, and his singing is actually so good~ Mommy loves you!"

"嘤嘤嘤~ So charming! Our Patrick is the best in the world; we will support you forever!"

"Finally, an English song. Our Patrick's English songs are definitely the strongest. I'm so envious of the guests who get to hear him up close."

Midway through the song, a beautiful natural landscape appeared behind Patrick.

The glow of the setting sun aligned perfectly with the horizon, as if the boundless sea had split the world in two. Accompanied by his singing, it was truly magnificent.

"We will be, An ocean of stars filling the sea."

"Under the moonlight hop on the ride."

"To a perfect night..."

"Ahhh, Patrick, so handsome!"

"Waahhhhh! Patrick!"

"Security, stop them! These audience members are getting out of control," Guo Qilin said, pulling on Song Dan’s hand.

The piano music stopped, and Patrick waved to the crowd below, triggering another round of thunderous applause and cheers.

"Xueqin, look, we all have a performance. Don't you think you should prepare one too?" Wang Sulong walked onto the stage to continue hosting.

Wang Sulong was looking at Lamu but calling out the name Li Xueqin, which left Lamu completely bewildered.

"Brother, I know you miss Xueqin, but could you stop yelling at me? I'm Lamu! Your Xueqin is over there!" Lamu said, pointing at Li Xueqin below.

"Pfft~ Hahaha!"

"In the old days, there was 'pointing at a deer and calling it a horse'; now we have Wang Sulong 'pointing at Lamu and calling it Xueqin'!"

"Absurd! This is absolutely absurd. It's a gathering of madness!" Wang Chuanjun couldn't help but complain.

He had never seen such an absurd party; it was beyond the capabilities of a normal person.

One! Two! Three! Four!

All four members of the 650 group were now on stage.

No one knew what they were doing. There was no introduction, no organization; these four hosts had simply run onto the stage.

Li Xueqin began, "Tired!"

"Wait, I can see you're tired, but why did we come up here?" Guo Qilin paused, confused.

In the corner, Wang Sulong took over, "If apologies were useful, what would we need the police for?"

"Eh? I've heard that line before!" Guo Qilin played along.

The guests below finally realized what they were doing—it was *Meteor Garden*.

"Dao Ming Si!!!"

"You're so handsome!"

"Awwwww..."

The music started.

The intro to *Meteor Rain* slowly began, holding the guests below in a trance for over ten seconds.

A classic!

The theme song of a drama that countless people had watched remained as timeless as ever. When the melody played, it made people want to sing along.

Wang Sulong stepped forward with great confidence, but after just two lines, Guo Qilin pulled him back and took over the singing himself.

Even as they tugged at each other, the music kept playing.

Xu Xiu stood up, taking the lead: "Lip-syncing!"

"Hahaha!"

"I'm dying of laughter. Can you at least be professional about your lip-syncing?" Wang Chuanjun hadn't stopped laughing all night.

"Lip-syncing! Lip-syncing! Lip-syncing!"

"..."

One had to admit, the four of them had strong conviction; even with the crowd shouting so loudly, they remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Although they were lip-syncing, they were at least matching their lip movements.

They were very professional!

When it was Wang Sulong's turn to "sing," he smugly unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a cow-print vest underneath.

It’s hard to say it didn't match Dao Ming Si’s vibe—it was just completely unrelated.

"Honk honk honk..."

"Can you not be so low-brow? Can you change your undershirt?" Xu Xiu’s mouth was splitting from laughter.

"Pfft~ He’s too funny."

Meng Ziyi covered her mouth, laughing while patting Xu Xiu’s arm.

Perhaps she was too excited, but Xu Xiu felt his arm being patted red.

She had quite a bit of strength!

Xu Xiu rolled his eyes at her, but she mistook it for an interaction and slapped his palm.

"Give me five!"

"Smack!"

Xu Xiu was stunned!

What on earth are you doing?

"What are you doing? Why are you hitting my hand?"

"A high-five! Didn't you want to high-five me?" Meng Ziyi asked, tilting her head in confusion.