After Ethan Yang finished speaking, he left Ying Hui behind and walked onto the stage, leaning over to say something to the long-haired guitarist. The man nodded, then stood up, handed the guitar to him, patted him on the back, and then walked to a chair in the corner of the stage and sat down.
Lucas Feng blew a whistle with an upturned ending, put his hands to his mouth and shouted to the stage: "Brother Ethan Yang, you must sing that song!"
Ethan Yang said nothing, reached out to raise the height of the microphone in front of him, and then played a short test song.
"Brother Ethan Yang, you're not a human being if you don't sing!" someone shouted.
Ethan Yang lowered his head and began to play the guitar. His fingers slid across the strings, and a short, smooth prelude flowed out from his fingertips. The prelude was a bit long, and Ethan Yang was hesitant to start. People who didn't know the situation were curious and whispered to each other: "What are you going to sing?"
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