The national men's team debuted!

Xiu Si's conspiracy directly defeated those who intended to use the pressure of public opinion to fight for a chance of life for themselves.

After those people had to stop, the investigation related to this matter was finally able to proceed smoothly.

The commendation of Xiu Si has been recorded, and the turmoil of this matter is now over.

But one wave is flat, and another wave rises.

On this day, after shooting three more commercials, Xiu Si hurried back to the company to prepare for vocal lessons without even taking a break.

But just after they entered the classroom, Chen Xi walked into their vocal music classroom with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Chen."

Chen Xi nodded, "Mr. Hong, can you please go out first? I have something... I want to discuss it with them."

The teacher in charge of teaching them vocal music quickly packed up and went out, and Chen Xi also turned her head with a sad face.

Although Chen Xi's expression was not obvious, the way she frowned could make Xiu Si and the others smell something unusual.

"Sister Chen, is there something that even you can't handle?"

"Sit down and talk." Baijik pushed a chair over.

Chen Xi sat down and rubbed his sore temples.

"This matter is not big, it is not small... hey."

"But some people's behavior is really disgusting, like flies."

Chen Xi clenched his fists hard, but he could only suppress his anger and explain the ins and outs of this matter to them.

"You don't know. Recently... another avatar appeared."

"Hasn't the data of the previous group of virtual idols been handed over? Who created another one?"

Baijik frowned, and picked up his phone to search for news related to this avatar.

"You don't need to check, they didn't plan to hide it at all."

Chen Xi snorted coldly, and took another stack of related materials on the table.

"At the Global Tourism Expo held in City C this time, Country H sent a representative of an avatar."

"This avatar is more refined and perfect than the ones that appeared before."

"And it's the only one among all the participants to use this form to promote themselves."

"The technology of virtual idols in foreign countries is indeed better than domestic ones... If they choose to use avatars as regional representatives, it's quite normal... right?"

Zhuo Yang comforted him, but his words made Chen Xi's face even more ugly.

"You can take a good look at this instruction manual, maybe you can understand."

As he said that, Chen Xi pushed the introduction brochure of the tourism expo he brought in front of several people.

The image ambassadors selected by other parties are mostly famous and influential characters or cartoon characters in their own countries or regions.

And the virtual image ambassador who appeared in country H's position was not a well-known idol, but actually a little girl wearing cross-necked pipa sleeves, a grass-green horse-face skirt, a peony bun on her head, and embroidered shoes on her feet.

This was apparently made especially for this fair.

"But... isn't this our Hanfu?"

Ye Yiwei frowned as soon as he saw the marking on the back.

"They actually put these designs on the heads of their country's image spokespersons in such a grand manner?"

Zhuo Yang also suddenly realized:

"Fuck, I said why does this suit look familiar..."

Qiao Huan suddenly remembered, "Didn't we see cultural relics similar to this suit when we promoted the museum before? This history is longer than the founding of the country over there, right?"

Even if Zhuo Yang's nerves in history are rough, he can still see that there is something wrong with the characters in this set of promotional albums.

"This thief is wearing all the things he stole and showing off at the door!"

Baijike also expressed his indignation, and said angrily, "Could it be that the Tourism Bureau just allows them to steal our home's image and our own things?"

Ye Yiwei: "And it's still such a critical time to introduce your own image spokesperson, won't this cause more people to misunderstand?"

Chen Xi lowered her eyes slightly and sighed helplessly.

"Although our country has made cultural relics public, it has not applied for relevant patents."

"They took advantage of this loophole and applied for a lot of hair ornaments and patterns to belong to their own country."

Chen Xi frowned impatiently.

"Now, people have the cheek to say that they are in the same line with our culture."

"Then they said that these things experienced the development and evolution of their own nation in their country, and only then did they form the image that appears in front of us today."

"So, they think it's no big deal to use this image, which was born after combining with their national culture, to promote their own tourism characteristics."

"And ah, they also invited an expert who is very familiar with our two cultures."

Chen Xi folded her arms, and became more and more angry as she spoke, her tone raised a lot.

"When that person was in the seminar, he gave examples to demonstrate the historical origins of the two parties, and also explained the development of our culture in other countries..."

"What you're talking about is talking endlessly, so that people on our side don't even have the possibility to interrupt."

"Of course, this image may only be selected by a certain company or an association. We can't raise it to the behavior of the entire country, but..."

Having said that, Chen Xi slapped the table angrily.

"But! Country H's publicity day coincides with the date of your first public concert after your comeback."

"If you say that the person who provided them with the materials did not target you specifically, I don't even believe it myself!"

The more Chen Xi spoke, the angrier she became, her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Tell me, isn't this thing just to find bad luck for my old lady?"

"The duration of the travel expo is more than one month in total, and he prefers to open the show on the day you hold the concert!"

"Damn! There are so many venues that I didn't choose, but I chose an expo near our company, saying that it is more in line with their expected style..."

"Heh... dare to target my artist? I really don't know who has the right to do it in this one-acre land!"

Chen Xi seemed extremely angry, and her aggressive words scared the four big men in the room so that they backed away, almost retreating into the corner of the wall.

Although she is not a public official, she is from a decent background, so she can't bear this kind of anger.

Now, Xiu Si came to comfort Chen Xi instead.

"Sister Chen, let's have a good talk. It's really not worth getting angry with them..."

"Yes, yes, isn't it hurting your body..."

Chen Xi finally calmed down.

Zhuo Yang and Ye Yiwei persuaded them in a friendly voice, fanning the wind and passing water.

However, Qiao Huan held the promotional album in his hand and looked at it again and again. He suddenly had some ideas about the concert that had not yet decided on the theme.

In recent years, some associations in country H have gone too far in cultural plagiarism, and they want to say that the origin of the entire universe lies with them.

But after all, it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger, and no matter how hard they learn, they will never be able to grasp the true essence of these cultures.

Stolen things, after all, are just superficial.

Looking at this image of a girl with Tang Dynasty makeup painted on her face and Ming Dynasty Hanfu on her body, even Qiao Huan couldn't help but snort coldly.

"I know what the theme of our concert should be."

"Since he stretched his face under our palms, why don't we slap him hard..."

"Wouldn't it be a waste of someone's kindness to send such a thick-skinned thousands of miles away?"

Qiao Huan put the manual aside and smiled nonchalantly.

If he could look in the mirror, he would know that this expression was exactly the same as when his father was thinking.

Chen Xi's eyes lit up.

"Ah Huan, do you have a plan!"

Joe nodded slowly.

"Well, I already have some ideas."

"It's just that my thoughts may be a little harder, teachers..."

"By the way, it's best to have Jiang Renbao come over. I need his help..."

*

The global tourism expo is in full swing, and various exhibition reports and slogans can be seen almost everywhere.

During this period of time, more foreign faces appeared on the streets than usual.

City C, the heart of country C, is showing its tolerance to people from all over the world.

Empty alleys.

The colorful world outside is chaotic and charming, but Ke Xiusi can't take the time to appreciate it.

In addition to rehearsing behind closed doors these days, Xiu Si communicates with the staff involved in various aspects of the concert.

The effect they want is modified and adjusted again and again, constantly checking the weather conditions to make various scenarios.

Xiusi and the others were extremely busy.

Except for the most important comeback concert, they even turned down all other endorsements and promotional events.

The countdown to the comeback concert is approaching day by day in the anticipation of Luo Si fans, and the pressure on Xiu Si is also increasing day by day.

After another full stage rehearsal.

Xiu Si and the others simply collapsed on the stage from exhaustion and did not move for a long time.

Chen Xi's eyes were full of worry after seeing their almost impeccable performance.

She hurried up from the side of the stage.

"Can you hold on to this stage intensity?"

"Tomorrow's clothes will only be heavier than now, and there will be no fewer emergencies. I'm a little worried about you now..."

Seeing Chen Xi's rare worried expression, Xiu Si and the others couldn't help laughing.

"Sister Chen, it seems weird to care about us so much, and I'm really not used to it..."

"Don't worry, even if we kneel on the stage tomorrow, we will finish the last song."

"Then please."

Chen Xi saw the persistence in their eyes.

What she can do for them now is to give all her trust.

The day of the concert.

There is no host for this concert, and there is no reminder.

The lights on the stage and the support cards in the hands of Luo Si fans complement each other.

In the originally pitch-black venue, mottled stars lit up.

"Is Xiusi planning to surprise us again this time?"

"There is really no host? What about the show?"

"Huh? Is there something on the stage?"

When the bustling crowd standing under the stage couldn't help whispering to the people around them, there was finally movement on the stage.

On the pitch-black screen, a simple Chinese character "Shang" written in oracle bone script emerged.

Right below the word "Shang", a piece of tortoise shell full of oracle bone inscriptions is already standing on the stage.

woo-

clang clang-

The sounds of ben drums and chime chimes slowly sounded in the venue, and the ancient timbre carried the dust of history.

The curtain finally opened.

Several people in Xiusi wore restored sacrificial clothes of the Shang Dynasty restored from historical classics.

They showed their strong and powerful arms without hesitation, showing their unparalleled strength.

This seemingly barbaric but novel attire is full of magnificent colors from that mysterious era.

Their faces are covered with mysterious lines that often appear on bronzes from ancient times.

Xiusi danced around the huge tortoise shell with its head raised to the sky and stepped on a tripod with a warm rhythm.

Afterwards, a larger cauldron was slowly lifted up.

The people surrounding the tortoise shell seemed to want to throw it into the giant cauldron that emerged from the lifting platform.

But the tortoise shell is too huge, and the few of them can only step on the edge of the small tripod and climb up to pass the thick tortoise shell into the huge tripod.

Only at this time did the audience notice that when they climbed up those lines, the footsteps that were dancing on the edge of danger just now had no shoes.

Yes, at that time, the priests wanted to connect the world, so naturally they didn't have shoes.

This is a detail that can only be noticed if it comes from a sufficient background.

As the saying goes, see the real chapter for details.

Their dance looks very much like the dance of prayers coming down from the murals.

The syllables sung by a few people with the simple instruments are extremely wonderful, but it sounds comfortable and natural.

Their tones seem to be praying for the health of nature, as if they are asking God to tell whether the wind and rain will be smooth in the coming year.

Although many audiences present could not understand the libretto.

But when they clearly saw their sincere and simple prayers, a strange emotion broke out in their hearts.

That feeling is as if the audience is standing on the other side of the long river of time and space, watching their ancestors pray for shade and safety for future generations.

"It rains from the west? Does it rain from the east?"

"It rains from the north? Does it rain from the south?"

"The rain falls from the sky, and the tortoise cracks, and the rain will never stop in the long drought!"

Soon, their libretto was hummed again by Baijike with a very fast rap.

However, Bejik, who made a voice different from theirs in this sacrificial ceremony, fell into a crisis under the puzzled eyes of several people.

The bronze tripod disappeared, and Baijik was placed on the central stone pillar.

The rope bound his hands that wanted to touch freedom.

"Is it from the West? Is it from the East?"

"Is it from the north? Is it from the south?"

"It's not from my clan, its ashes are used as divination marks!"

"My life should not be exhausted! My voice will last forever!"

Baijik's high-pitched voice formed a strong contrast with the low-pitched chanting of the people next to him, and every syllable stimulated the eardrums of everyone in the concert.

When everyone's heart was hanging high for Baijik's next encounter, the stage was once again plunged into darkness.

The curtain opened again.

The character that appeared in the center of the stage this time is "Zhou" in oracle bone inscriptions.

Xiu Si and the dancers behind him danced with courtesy, stepping on the innate gossip, Zhou Tianxing and stars.

The singing is high and low, and the length is the same.

The chimes and stones sound magnificent, and the silk and bamboo are as clear as a phoenix singing and a bird leaping.

Xiusi condensed the process of the ancients offering sacrifices to heaven in the Zhou Dynasty in just a few minutes.

The next few shows were no less exciting than just now.

They may take advantage of their youth and parade through the streets to become high-spirited young officials;

Or put on an orthodox armor and become an iron-blooded general galloping on the battlefield and defending the country;

Or a knight-errant who wears a sword and a long sword at his waist and wears sloppy clothes to do nothing about the world...

In their concerts, they will try their best to combine the characteristics of each dynasty with the performance costumes.

Moreover, Xiusi also chose the most popular sound of silk and bamboo and dance tunes as the soundtrack.

This is indispensable for the retired aunts and uncles of the Folklore Association, who spontaneously helped after seeing the behavior of a certain country.

Only their age, combined with the joint efforts of Jiang Ji and Ye Yiwei, can match the old and new generations so smoothly.

History rolled by, and the scene on the curtain also stayed at the moment when the people were finally liberated.

In the darkness, several people walked down the edge of the stage.

The costumers who had already been prepared in the backstage swarmed up and took off their costumes with all their might.

And they couldn't remember exactly which set of clothes they were using on stage today.

The reason why they spend so much effort to do every program seriously.

It is to make all the audience present have the illusion of being immersed in that dynasty, and it is to awaken the cultural blood in the heart of every audience.

"There is no news from Xiaobao yet."

Chen Xi walked forward holding the phone.

"Then wait a little longer."

Qiao slowly recovered his breath, and his gaze became firmer.

"It's almost time!"

Chen Xi's surprised voice sounded from the background.

Xiusi and the others strode onto the lifting platform, facing the most dazzling lights.

They finally switched back to modern attire.

When they stood in front of everyone again, the expressions on their faces were so confident.

Because in the blank time just now, someone obviously realized what the concert was going to tell them.

"Horseshoes go south and people look north, and people look north to see the green grass and yellow dust flying..."

Zhuo Yang's deep voice first preempted people's hearing, he took a step forward, and met everyone's gaze.

His voice slowly brought back the attention of those who were still immersed in the gorgeous or pathetic performance just now, back to the present era.

A city full of high-rise buildings is also like a battlefield in the Gobi Desert.

There are no weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, and various music and lights change rapidly with the scenery.

It seems that countless invisible confrontations are being staged here.

Some snail fans belatedly realized that their faces had been soaked with tears.

But they themselves didn't know whether it was the tears shed when General Cai died in a hundred battles, or the tears stained their clothes unconsciously when the literati died.

This may be the only concert in which the singer did not interact with the fans in the audience at all, but what they wanted to tell their Luo Si fans, the people in the audience had already understood everything.

"Fan Shuang poured all her heart and soul into Qianfeng Qiuye Pill."

The last sentence sounded, and the four young people standing on the stage were bathed in bright lights.

When their clear or deep singing voices filled Luo Sifan's ears, the fireworks that were officially launched at the H Country Pavilion also exploded in the sky.

And this picture of fireworks in a prosperous age just appeared at the time when the theme of this concert "Welcome" appeared on the rear curtain.

What we welcome are visitors from all over the world, and what we welcome is our own incomparably splendid culture.

Maybe this concert has no gimmicks, maybe it won't be spread on the Internet, and maybe it can't compare with the virtual idol who represents countless innovations.

But such a stage must be made by someone and performed in front of everyone.

Our own history, we can do well ourselves.

Qiao Huan looked to the side of the stage and faced Jiang Renbao who said "yeah" to him, and almost didn't laugh directly on the stage.

But when he realized that there were people underneath, he quickly adjusted his expression.

The sweat of Xiu Si and the others had made the costumes stick tightly to one of his own, so it was uncomfortable to move.

But after Qiao Huan's look, the others took a step forward at the same time.

They bent down and bowed deeply to the Luo Si fans who came to listen to their concert tonight.

"This is the end of today's concert, thank you for coming."

"Be careful on the way back, and be careful not to step on when you walk through the fire escape, thank you!":

The author says:

Luo Sifen: Parting and asking us to pay attention to safety, we really have you!