Chapter 313: The King of Music, the Madman of the Era

The wave of over sixty thousand voices rose and fell with Zhou Yi's high note at the start of the stage, his raised arms like a conductor's baton, guiding the chaotic crowd singing into perfect unison.

Zhou Yi chose this song to open the concert because, as a fast-paced track, it could instantly energize the atmosphere—something he hadn't done publicly since the promotional period of his first album.

The pulsing drumbeats hammered relentlessly against every heart in the venue; during the interlude, Zhou Yi danced with the backup dancers, once again demonstrating his extraordinary bodily control—his dance intensity and movement precision were flawless!

"Audience members here tonight! Are you ready?!"

Zhou Yi's voice, tinged with a hint of anger, rang out after his opening dance; as he spoke, he instinctively spread his arms wide—and the entire Workers' Stadium was instantly submerged in a mad sea of glow sticks!

"Everyone! Put your hands up!"

The man's dazzling stage presence, paired with the crowd's electrifying rap, sank deep into the hearts of the audience—

"From now on, no more talking—you've stepped into my domain."

"The frequency shakes your heart, rising and falling."

"Follow me, do as I do, nod your head, swing your arms—"

The backing vocalists were still harmonizing, but Zhou Yi, singing this line, didn't continue—he gripped the mic in one hand, raised the other to his ear, and shouted to the crowd: "The loudest scream you've got!!!"

"Aaaaaa!!!"

"Zhou Yi!!! Zhou Yi!!!"

"Bwowowo, let me see you nod, follow my music and dance—you won't go wrong."

"Bwowowo, no time to dodge—face me head-on and watch me flip the earth~~"

Zhou Yi smirked, raised his left hand pointing toward the crowd, strode across the stage with arrogant, swaggering steps, and completed this perfect opening to the music—

Even as the song neared its end, the fiery atmosphere had not yet dipped from its peak.

"I haven't sung 'Flip the Earth' in a long time—I didn't expect you all to know it. I thought this song would've been considered one of my obscure tracks on the album."

When the song ended, Zhou Yi, slightly out of breath, adjusted the device clipped behind his waist and joked: "I haven't sung this song myself in ages—I'm almost forgotten my roots."

This instantly sparked a wave of laughter.

Everyone knew Zhou Yi debuted as a hip-hop artist, but over time, by his second album, hip-hop elements had gradually faded—leading many to criticize him for "forgetting his roots."

"Okay, thank you so much for coming to my concert, for being my audience."

After a brief catch of breath, Zhou Yi licked his lips and launched straight into the next song: "Just like this song says—'My Microphone'—dedicated to you all."

"Who took my microphone? Doesn't matter—I still have my throat."

"Who thought I had no audience? Myself—I was the first one moved."

As a song from his debut album 'Zhou Yi' that leaned more toward self-encouragement, its popularity at the time even surpassed 'Flip the Earth.'

Whether the rhythmic melody, the arrangement, or the more concrete, uplifting, and realistic lyrics—all now carried a distinct sense of time passed when sung by Zhou Yi, who had since achieved fame and success—

The man who once sang in this song, "Dear audience, be my audience," had, two years later, become a global superstar—no longer would a 60,000-seat concert lack an audience.

Immediately following 'My Microphone' came the bombshell track that made him famous worldwide: 'Celebration of Happiness.'

As the song's intro played, over sixty thousand people in the Workers' Stadium erupted in unison—triggering the first full-stadium synchronized chorus—

"If you've forgotten your name, follow me—let's all worship happiness together~"

Sitting below the stage, Zhang Shaohan, one of the original singers of this song, clapped rhythmically and sang along with the sixty-thousand-strong crowd, her pink glow stick waving so vigorously it seemed ready to steal the spotlight from the lighting crew.

Honestly, the feeling of tens of thousands responding to you all at once is truly staggering.

Zhou Yi considered himself not easily moved—but under this atmosphere, for the first time, he directly understood why concerts are the ultimate litmus test for a true singer.

After the interlude, as Zhou Yi prepared to finish the final verse of 'Celebration of Happiness,' he was startled to see a massive puzzle, large enough to cover half the eastern stands, slowly rising amid the music—

The venue's recording cameras clearly captured the moment this giant puzzle appeared: 12 minutes and 13 seconds after the concert began.

'The King of Music, the Madman of the Era!'

As the puzzle pieces rapidly assembled, an image strikingly similar to Zhou Yi—seven or eight tenths alike—sat cross-legged atop a throne made of musical notes, tilting his head slightly as he gazed down upon everything around him—his left hand resting against his cheek, his right hand holding a scepter symbolizing royal authority, and a golden crown resting atop his head.

The fabric looked exquisite, unchanged even under the concert's bright lights.

The entire bustling Workers' Stadium fell into stunned uncertainty at this sudden turn.

Tifo!

A widely used form of tribute and support in European football culture.

Now, Zhou Yi's fans had spontaneously brought it to his concert—timing it precisely to his lunar 12.13 birthday—filled entirely with blessings and homage.

Below the stage, fellow celebrities were equally awed by Zhou Yi's concert-goers' dazzling Tifo.

Jay Chou, wearing a baseball cap, glanced between the banner reading 'The King of Music, the Madman of the Era' and Zhou Yi, visibly stunned on stage, clapping, whistling, and teasing—his eyes brimming with envy.

He knew Zhou Yi's rehearsal schedule—this segment shouldn't have been part of Warner's plan.

That meant these fans had personally funded and ordered these massive puzzle pieces, brought them into the venue, coordinated their seating positions, and waited patiently for the exact moment: 12:13—organized, disciplined, and fiercely proactive.

"Who the hell organized this? I didn't even realize I was this awesome."

On stage, Zhou Yi, who had barely sung the final verse of 'Celebration of Happiness,' glanced at the area where the giant puzzle lay, then smiled into the mic: "But I need to clarify—I'm not crazy at all."

"Really, I'm not crazy at all. I've just won a dozen or so chart-toppers in the U. S., the U. K., and other Western countries—minor stuff, nothing to mention."

ps: One more update today to make up for the delay~

(End of Chapter)