บท 62: Thumped

As soon as Mo Yifan stepped onto the stage, the crowd cheered for him loudly. They had been waiting for the moment. The stage erupted with pretty fireworks. Mo Yifan had donned white pants and white blazer, nothing underneath. For now, the blazer was buttoned, giving just a peek of his perfectly clean and built chest area. The girls swooned as he walked, mic in his hands.

First, he spanned the whole stage, including the four arms. He clapped his hands with the fans alongside the stage. And then he finally started the show.

"Hello dear fans, thank you for coming here," he spoke his opening obligatory lines. Nonetheless, the crowd was just going crazy.