Chapter 327: Control your speed and you won’t die (Update)
With the successive stage performances, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

Kang Do Hwan, as the MC, was standing at the side of the stage. When he saw Red Velvet's performance, he was swaying and singing along with the music.

Unexpectedly, a fan with a loud voice shouted at him.

His Korean is very unstandard and judging by his accent he might be a Vietnamese fan.

"Chao Hwan! Here! Look at me!"

The incoherent shouting made Jiang Zhaohuan look confused, and then he saw the male fan excitedly shaking the cheering stick in his hand.

He pointed at the cheering stick, then at Do Hwan.

That dark face turned a little red with anxiety.

Jiang Zhaohuan quickly understood his exaggerated body language and walked forward with a smile.

As he moved, the screams in that area gradually became louder.

Kang Do Hwan politely extended his hands to take the Red Velvet cheering stick handed to him by a male fan.

He smiled at the male fan and said in English mixed with Vietnamese:
"Thank you, I'll give it back to you later."

Kang Do-hwan held the cheering stick and shook it slightly to the music. He also did not forget to shout a few words of support along with ReVeluv.

After the performance of the two songs was over, he did not forget to return the cheering stick.

The Vietnamese male fan excitedly hugged the cheering stick in his hand and thought: My cheering stick is the best and it has been used by Do Hwan!
If Jiang Zhaohuan could hear his inner voice, he would probably be in tears and amused.

He returned to the podium, and San.E, who was still beside him, had already gone backstage to prepare for the next performance.

Bae Joo-hyun hurried backstage and changed into a white dress and came to Do-hwan's side. She noticed someone waving a cheering stick during the performance just now.

She narrowed her eyes and asked with interest:

"Where did you get the cheering stick from?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhaohuan raised his hand and pointed at the Vietnamese male fan who was staring at them with a silly smile not far away.

He did not forget to wave to the male fans and explained with a smile:
"Here, it was lent to me by your fans."

Seeing this, Bae Joo-hyun also waved and made two heart shapes to the fans who were holding up their mobile phones and cameras to take pictures.

The small fan gathering made the fans scream even louder.

Pei Zhuxuan, who blew a kiss at the end, felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

After seeing this, Jiang Zhaohuan raised his eyebrows and also raised the corners of his mouth.

The tips of her ears are a light pink, so cute.

The sound of a DJ playing music could be heard and San.E, wearing a denim jacket, appeared in the audience. It seemed that it was his turn to perform.

San.E, who was originally in the audience, sang "The Persimmon You Can't Eat", a song they recently collaborated with Mad Clown.

He waved to the audience, then jumped onto the stage and started moving in a way that he thought looked very cool.

The movement is just like a cricket pupa, a self-satisfaction that is hard to describe in words.

Jiang Zhaohuan couldn't close his eyes and watch this scene, so he could only tap the rhythm lightly on the podium with his fingers with an expressionless face, as a way of participating in the so-called interaction.

But what he didn't expect was-how come San.E was getting closer and closer to this side?

Jiang Zhaohuan vaguely sensed that something was wrong. When he saw San.E running and trying to jump onto the not-so-high platform in a cool way, the corners of his mouth could not hold back the upward arc.

Because San.E wanted to be cool, but failed.

I don’t know if it’s because his waist muscles are weak or his legs are too short.

He couldn't even jump onto the platform after a run-up, so he had to go around to the back in embarrassment.

Jiang Zhaohuan tried hard to suppress the urge to smile, wanting to see what this guy was trying to do.

But soon he lost the desire to laugh because he clearly heard something wrong in the lyrics.

Especially - San.E walked right up to Bae Joo Hyun and started pointing fingers.

"Please look at us stupid men."

“Look at me, look at me/I almost took out a loan for you.”

Kang Do Hwan put on a professional fake smile, and when San.E was about to put his hand on Bae Joo Hyun's shoulder, he forced his way between the two of them and pushed his microphone into the other's face.

As for the dirty hand, he naturally grabbed it in his hand and shook it up and down and left and right as if he was keeping the beat.

Jiang Zhaohuan couldn't help laughing, there were so many people watching him in the audience.

What's more, it was a live broadcast, so this was all he could do.

San.E didn't realize there was anything wrong with his behavior and continued singing with a smile on his face.

That frivolous look made the Red Velvet fans in the audience look unhappy.

It's nothing but this asshole's lyrics! "Male followers are always on the edge of their seats/your Instagram photos/make people pitch their tents like a reflex!"

The forced smile on Bae Joo-hyun's face gradually froze.

She didn't expect that this person would come to her and sing just to sing lyrics like these.

He tightly grasped the microphone in his right hand, and his fingertips gradually turned red.

Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect that the content of the lyrics was even more unbearable than he imagined. The smile on his face became more and more stiff, and there was a gloom in his eyes.

His temper was indeed very good, so good that he wanted to scatter the ashes of the person in front of him on the spot.

Jiang Zhaohuan noticed the cursing voices in the fan area. He reached out and patted Pei Zhuxuan on the shoulder, put down the microphone and whispered to comfort her:
"Don't be afraid, just hold the microphone for me first, I'm going to the bathroom."

"you……"

Bae Joo-hyun bit her lower lip lightly. She didn't want to stay here alone after encountering something like this.

But she couldn't let Zhaohuan hold back his physical needs, so she nodded and said,
"Zhaohuan, please come back soon."

When Jiang Zhaohuan heard this, he smiled sincerely and said:
"Yes, I'll be back soon."

He originally wanted to leave quietly, but in order to come back quickly, he ran.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhaohuan disappeared from the hosting area. After confirming that there was no one nearby, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

Uncle Li's cell phone was on 24-hour standby, and the call was connected within a few seconds.

"Hello, Uncle Li, I am..."

"It's that man named Zheng Shan who made you angry, right?"

Zheng Shan? Who is that?

Jiang Zhaohuan thought about the information he had looked up and quickly realized that this was San.E's real name.

He pursed his lips, did not deny, and said bluntly:
"Uncle Li, I don't like doing this kind of thing, but this time I want to ask you to find someone to put pressure on Brand New Music. I hope he stays in the industry."

Li Chaojun stared at the documents he had investigated and said in a low voice:

"Is that all? The information I found out is not simple."

Given Old Song's personality, he would probably have told Uncle Li to conduct background checks on everyone he worked with.

So Jiang Zhaohuan was not surprised to hear this. He frowned and asked:
"Does he have any other bad deeds?"

"He looks down on women more than you might think, and in the past two years he has created a filial persona."

At this point, Li Chaojun paused and looked through the chat records he had just found. The disgust on his face was self-evident.

"But the truth is that his father is still working as a janitor at the University of Georgia. Not only does he not get the money his son earns, he is also paying off his son's debts."

repay loan?

San.E has made a lot of money over the years, but they never thought of helping their biological father?

Jiang Zhaohuan originally wanted to cut off his family's financial resources, but now think...his father is also a poor man, there is no need to do that.

"Uncle Li, go investigate San.E's father's background. If he's a good guy, help him pay off his debt."

"Okay, besides that, I just found out..."

As more and more bad deeds happened, Jiang Zhaohuan's eyes gradually widened.

Chat records that wantonly insulted girls, dozens of GB of secretly taken photos, and...

In short, it was an evil he had never imagined.

Jiang Zhaohuan was silent for a few seconds, listening to the song that was about to end outside the venue.

He tilted his head and chuckled:
"Uncle Li, since he likes to belittle girls so much, he must like boys very much, right?"

I originally didn't intend to do this, but now I suddenly feel... I should go a little further.

Kang Do Hwan walked out while holding his phone and stood at the side door leading to the stage, his eyes fixed on San.E who were interacting with the audience.

There was a cold flash in his eyes and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Since you like him, arrange the best for him."

"Xiao Huan, are you planning to let him stay in Hanoi for a few more days?"

"Well, we must entertain you well."

Just let those people who share the same hobby control the degree.

If you control the degree well, you won't die.

(End of this chapter)