[MTL] Heaven's Greatest Plan ✔

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The sudden crazy screams around brought back Zhao Yu's thoughts.

She looked up at the stage, the previous lighting dimmed, and the stage gradually became white mist, she knew it was the effect of dry ice.

Shen Junyi's support color is red, like him, full of summer enthusiasm.

The Red Sea is particularly spectacular at night, and the screams in the stadium quickly turned into yelling his name.

—Shen Junyi!

—Shen Junyi!

—Shen Junyi!

Sound after sound, neat and loud, lasted for a long, long time.

Zhao Yu was a little bit dazed, and a little bit shaken.

Some are proud, and some are sad.

Those complex emotions spewed out, and finally gathered in her eyes.

The girl next to you turned around in surprise: "Are you crying? Oh, don't cry, this hasn't started yet! Enjoy happiness first! You look so calm, I thought you were just a passerby fan, I didn't expect you The love is so deep hahahahaha!"

While comforting, she handed a tissue to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu thanked him after taking it, and was still wiping his nose. There were sudden heartbeats in the surrounding stereo.

Bang-bang-bang-!

The screams and music blew up the entire venue.

Zhao Yu's seat was in the middle of the infield, neither near nor far. When Shen Junyi came out of the elevator platform, she still had to see his face through the LED screen.

We met for the first time in two years.

He was wearing a headset, with handsome stage makeup, his black hair combed into a big back, and only a few strands of broken hair fell from his forehead, covered with shiny fragments. Wearing a red shirt, deep V, and abdominal muscles are looming. When singing and dancing, the momentum is amazing.

Zhao Yu had never seen him like this.

She saw his neckline slip slightly while dancing, revealing a large **** collarbone, her ears were red, and she covered her eyes.

The girl next to her was almost screaming in her throat, madly breaking her hand: "Clavicle ah ah ah ah ah look ah look ah look! What are you doing covering your eyes!!"

Zhao Yu blushed and looked through his fingers.

His familiar voice rang in his ears.

When singing and dancing, the voice still has a little breath, but the typhoon is too good and too explosive, this flaw can be completely ignored.

She gradually became immersed in his charm.

Until the end of the three opening dances, he paused breathlessly, smiled and looked around, screaming, "Welcome to my stage."

At that moment, Zhao Yu suddenly felt that he should be a star.

Her little brother was shining, and he was born to be king on the stage.

Screaming ups and downs around, countless people yelling "I love you", they gave all their love and enthusiasm to the teenager on stage without reservation.

Zhao Yu felt the distance between her and him more clearly than ever.

Out of reach.

Never again would be the little brother who used to take her to climb a tree to dig out a bird's nest and imitate her dog crawling handwriting to secretly help her write about her summer vacation life.