It had been four years.
The smiles were still the same.
The tears were still the same.
The stage was still the same.
And the crowd was still the same.
In the outside world, many of those who were watching the live broadcast were stunned.
The scene that unfolded before their eyes did not feel unfamiliar.
On the same stage several years ago, they had witnessed something similar. That crazed crowd, that radiant singer, they had seen it all before. And on this day, a few years later, when Zhang Ye once again stood on the stage of I Am a Singer, no one had expected that the scene would appear again!
…
Back at home.
His mother was dumbfounded. "W-What's going on!"
Li Qinqin said in surprise, "They're all holding up Little Ye's name?"
Wu Changhe said, "Damn, has this kid really lost any popularity?"
Wu Mo said in amazement, "That's a ton of people!"
…
At Ning Lan's house.
