515: Chapter 515 The Japanese girl is still too reserved.

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After "in the name of the father" came "double blades". On stage, Lin Chuyan continued to crush the ninjas...

So, after the first day of the concert, some Japanese netizens active on the 2ch forum did indeed mention this. In the comments section, some people really thought it was intentional.

"Look, 'in the name of the father' was always placed in the middle before, why was it put at the beginning this time?"

"Also, 'double blades' is supposed to be a confrontation between East and West, right? Why did he have to put a bunch of ninjas on stage as the villains?"

"The evidence is conclusive, okay!"

Then came the collective trolling.

[I really don't know what's so good about this Chinese guy that so many women like him.]

[This country is hopeless.]

[Is this the type of man women like nowadays? I don't think he's that special.]

[He's so cheap, they're already like this, and they're still throwing themselves at him.]

Of course, from time to time, Chinese international students would pose as Japanese people in the forum to stir up trouble and mock them.

[Support Lin Chuyan. It's only right for a father to discipline his son. I am guilty, I accept the punishment.]

However, fans who had seen the performance live didn't think there was anything wrong with it: "What's the problem? Doesn't this just make Brother look even more impressive?"

"Also, what kind of evidence is this? It's all nonsense."

"Lin Chuyan once joked with the audience after singing 'in the name of the father' at a concert, saying, 'The intro is too long, it's a bit awkward to just stand there,' okay! You people who don't even pay attention to Lin Chuyan usually, stop yapping."

"Also, this 'double blades' ninja thing isn't the first time he's performed it like this. The stage design was the same when Lin Chuyan performed at the Hong Kong Coliseum, okay? It wasn't specifically changed, so Haters, stop forcing your hate."

"Finally, you 2ch Heisei-era fat otaku losers, get lost, don't try to latch onto my Brother for clout."

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Lin Chuyan ignored all this, sticking to the same sentiment: "If you're not convinced, reflect on yourself." As for the rest, he would do his best—since the start of the tour, his Singing Ability and stage presence had been evident to all.

Seven days later.

Bidding farewell to Sugiura Ran and ending the trip to Japan, the next stop was Seoul.

Although Lin Chuyan had never been to Seoul, there was one thing he knew— "a moment of romance" had been even more popular there than in Japan.

In the past few days, he had found time to meet Suzuki Chinatsu backstage at the concert. As fellow Singers, after watching the concert, she was completely conquered by his stage presence and had become a die-hard fan.

And there were many artist fans like Suzuki Chinatsu in Seoul...

There were even more ordinary female fans. In Zheng Hai's words: "You'd better be mentally prepared. I've already checked ahead of time; they are very crazy."

Lin Chuyan: "How crazy?"

"Do you think the fans at Tokyo Airport were crazy?"

"A little."

Zheng Hai: "Then you're done for."

Lin Chuyan: "..."

Let's go.

Before boarding the plane, Lin Chuyan received a message from the organizers saying that the fans were already waiting. They even sent him a photo.

However, you couldn't tell much from the photo because he wasn't there, and the scene looked quite normal; everyone seemed very calm.

They arrived in Seoul at 2 PM. The organizers had come to pick them up in advance, and the person who came could also speak Chinese.

"Mr. Lin! Hello, I've finally met you."

"Hello. Are there many people outside?"

"Many, especially many. But don't worry, we have enough security personnel; there definitely won't be any problems."

Lin Chuyan: "...Don't jinx it."

"Huh?"

"It's nothing, let's go."

Before they had walked a few steps, Lin Chuyan stopped: "I think I heard someone calling me?"

The person smiled: "The flight information shows you've arrived; they probably know you're about to appear."

Lin Chuyan: "..."

They can hear from this far away?

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Incheon International Airport, International Arrivals.

The sound of announcements intertwined with the voices of fans chatting; the atmosphere was heated, and the scene was noisy. Everyone was looking forward, every pair of eyes fixed on that tightly closed door.

Finally, as soon as Lin Chuyan's flight information lit up as "Arrived" on the big screen, the scene instantly exploded.

"Lin Chuyan! Lin Chuyan!" The shouts converged into a surging wave of sound, one louder than the next, echoing through the dome of the arrival hall.

"He's here, he's here!" Someone shouted, and the crowd instantly became restless; layers upon layers of fans surged forward like a tide.

The security personnel hurriedly formed a human wall, locking arms to stabilize the situation. Even though they were all big and tall, they were still pushed back by the fans.

The door slowly pushed open, and Lin Chuyan finally appeared.

Lin Chuyan's team had many people. Besides him and Xia Zhi, there were translators, makeup artists, a whole band, a stage design team, photographers, publicists, bodyguards... They were a large group at the moment, but the fans recognized him at a glance.

His tall, slender figure stood out from the crowd, and the scene was instantly ignited.

Lin Chuyan was stunned by the screaming and stopped in his tracks—what is this turnout?

The Japanese female fans were already very good at screaming... I guess the Japanese girls were still a bit more reserved?

Looking up, not a single fan in front of him had come empty-handed.

Everyone was frantically waving the support light boards in their hands; the colorful lights flickered and crisscrossed, looking like a sea of lights.

"Oppa, saranghae!"

"Lin Chuyan, I love you!"

The shouts were deafening; Korean and Chinese mixed together, and the fiery emotions in the air kept rising.

Besides light boards, there were all sorts of meticulously prepared support items, dazzling and impossible to take in all at once.

Some held up large posters featuring various stage looks of Lin Chuyan; others held handmade slogan banners filled with blessings and love for him, clearly made with great care; still others held letters, presumably containing heartfelt words for their idol.

Lin Chuyan was experienced after all, and he quickly got used to the scene, waving to the fans while continuing to walk forward.

It was just a bit too exaggerated.

He saw young girls in the crowd crying with excitement, their makeup ruined without them even realizing it, just shouting his name endlessly; he even saw several middle-aged fans still waving their support sticks, with more stamina than the young people.

The security personnel struggled to maintain order, escorting him forward, but they couldn't withstand the fans' enthusiasm; the circle of containment kept shrinking, and the situation was somewhat out of control for a moment.

This was a true, layered siege.

He had originally thought about slowing down his pace like in Tokyo, but there was no need now, because he was constantly being surrounded and had to stop again and again.

Turning around, everyone on the team, including Xia Zhi, hadn't kept up... It wasn't that they didn't want to, they simply couldn't.

Turning around again, a girl in a school uniform squeezed to the front, holding flowers in her hand. As she handed them to Lin Chuyan, her voice trembled with nervousness, and she kept muttering two words: "Oppa, Oppa."

Lin Chuyan took the flowers, and after saying "Thank you," regardless of whether she understood, he habitually added, "Study hard..."

But just this act of taking the flowers and speaking immediately triggered a new round of screaming from the fans, and the situation became even more uncontrollable.

Crazy, it was too crazy.

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Enduring the screaming, Lin Chuyan had to stop every few steps, and in this way, he was surrounded by fans as he walked out of the airport step by step.

He got into the organizer's car, rolled down the window, and was just about to greet them when he was met with countless letters being thrown in by outstretched hands, and some people even took the opportunity to touch his hand...

The car finally started moving.

Xia Zhi: "Brother, you were groped."

Lin Chuyan: "I told you not to jinx it."