Foreseeing the Future: The Scheming Movie Queen Married Me - Chapter 7

The concert was scheduled to start at 8:30 PM at the gymnasium of a well-known university. The venue wasn’t hard to find, with signposts leading the way all along the route.

Dong Yao and Lin Yunyi arrived a little after 7:00 PM. Ticket inspections had already begun, but Lin Yunyi didn’t want to go in so early and spent her time wandering around the vicinity.

First, she met up with a few friends from various fan groups. Then, she secured light sticks from the support team and even had the character “Qiu” (秋) painted in color on her arm and face.

Lin Yunyi wanted to write “Qiu” on Dong Yao’s face as well, but Dong Yao flatly refused.

At 8:00 PM, they cleared security and entered the venue.

Dong Yao had brought a fair amount of drinks and snacks in her bag, but during the security check, everything was confiscated—outside food and drink were strictly prohibited.

Dong Yao looked at her snacks with a pained heart, forced to leave them in a designated holding area, hoping they would still be there when she came back out.

Stepping into the gymnasium, the sheer scale of the venue was dizzying.

Dong Yao was among the earlier arrivals, so the stadium felt somewhat sparse as people slowly trickled in.

The two found their seats and sat down.

Dong Yao was in Zone A. While not in the very first row, it was the area closest to the stage.

Over the next ten minutes, people poured in continuously. By the time Dong Yao looked back, the seats that had been empty when they arrived were now completely filled.

A sea of people.

Gu Shiqiu really is incredibly famous, Dong Yao marveled. A gymnasium this size could hold over ten thousand people, and it was nearly at full capacity.

Suddenly, an intro began to play from the stage.

The lights flared up.

Instantly, the noisy, chaotic crowd fell silent.

Dong Yao found herself becoming inexplicably nervous. She stared at the stage for a long time, but a minute passed and the person everyone was waiting for had yet to appear.

Dong Yao checked her phone: 8:29 PM. One minute until half-past eight.

Someone started it, and suddenly the crowd began chanting Gu Shiqiu’s name. One person became two, then ten, then a hundred…

“Gu Shiqiu! Gu Shiqiu! Gu Shiqiu!” The roar of the crowd drowned out the backing track, the echoes vibrating through the room.

Caught up in the emotion, Lin Yunyi began shouting along beside her.

Dong Yao checked the time again. It was 8:30 PM. The star should be coming out now. But instead of an appearance, the backing music stopped and the lights went out.

The audience whispered: “What’s happening?”

Before anyone could figure it out, a clear, bright singing voice drifted out from the pitch-black stage. The voice was as warm as a spring breeze, causing the listeners to involuntarily calm their hearts.

Dong Yao stared into the darkness of the stage, her heart thumping uncontrollably. Perhaps it was the environment and the atmosphere, but even as a casual observer, she couldn’t help but feel the tension.

As the song began, all noise from the audience ceased; everyone listened intently.

The first three lines were a cappella, without accompaniment. After the third line, the music swelled and a single spotlight hit the stage.

Standing under the light was a slender figure in a long white dress, her hair flowing.

Dong Yao instinctively held her breath.

The person on stage held the microphone, eyes closed, singing softly. The song echoed throughout the stadium as fans spontaneously raised their light sticks, swaying them to the rhythm.

Dong Yao joined the sea of waving silver lights.

When the song ended, Gu Shiqiu wore a slight smile and introduced herself softly: “Hello everyone, I am Gu Shiqiu.”

The atmosphere reached a fever pitch instantly. The crowd erupted into wild screams; Dong Yao flinched at the sudden wall of sound.

Fortunately, the screaming only lasted a short while before everyone quieted down again.

The person on stage was dazzling—so bright she felt like a star in the sky, visible but unreachable.

For some reason, Dong Yao suddenly felt that those dreams really were just dreams.

How could someone so unreachable possibly exist in her future?

Future? Time travel? It was all just a grand, fleeting fantasy.

Dong Yao gave a small, relieved smile. She couldn’t quite say she was disappointed, yet she couldn’t say she wasn’t disappointed either. It was a very strange emotion.

Throughout the concert, Gu Shiqiu performed 30 songs, changing outfits multiple times to suit different styles.

There were slow love ballads, inspiring anthems, traditional style songs, and even some rock tracks that seemed slightly out of character for her. They were all her original songs. One moment she was singing and dancing energetically, the next she was playing instruments…

The energy remained high throughout.

Dong Yao watched with rapt attention, but the more she watched, the further away Gu Shiqiu seemed to feel.

However, she quickly shook herself out of that mood. Gu Shiqiu was someone far away; there was no such thing as her feeling “further away.”

The final song eventually came to an end.

A typical concert would have ended there, but Gu Shiqiu’s concerts were a bit different. After every show, she would set aside about fifteen minutes for fan interaction.

The big screens began playing video messages of fans expressing their love from all over the country.

Gu Shiqiu watched the fans on the screen with a smile, her gaze soft and gentle as water.

But for some reason, Dong Yao felt that Gu Shiqiu’s current gentleness was different from the gentleness she had shown her in the dreams.

The gentleness in the dreams felt real. This gentleness felt like it was veiled behind a layer of gauze—it wasn’t exactly fake, but it certainly wasn’t entirely real either.

A host joined her on stage for the interaction segment.

Gu Shiqiu remained composed, chatting eloquently and interacting with the fans below.

Host: “Next, we are going to select one lucky fan to come on stage for a close interaction with Shiqiu!”

The crowd went wild at those words.

Dozens of spotlights began scanning the audience. Wherever a light stopped, that person would be the lucky guest.

As the lights swept over, Dong Yao held her breath. Normally, she would never believe she could be the lucky one. These segments were usually staged with “plants,” right? And even if they weren’t, out of tens of thousands of people, what were the odds it would be her?

The probability was impossibly small.

It was so small it was impossible, and yet, she had a premonition—a very strange gut feeling. She felt that the lucky fan would be her.

“Stop!” the host’s voice boomed.

the spotlight stopped, landing on a middle-row seat in Zone C—a distance of “ten thousand miles” from where Dong Yao was sitting.

Dong Yao’s heart sank momentarily, but she quickly shook her head and gave a small laugh. Why did I have that premonition? Overconfidence?

Host: “Please, the friend caught in the light, come up on stage! Everyone else, don’t be disappointed—we get to pick one more!”

The spotlights began scanning the crowd again. Dong Yao no longer held any expectations. She pulled out her phone and checked the time: past 10:00 PM.

Fwah!

A piercing beam of light stopped right over her head.