Please put your hands up and wave them for me!

The rain continued to fall!

The wind was still blowing!

But the atmosphere in the stadium had somehow reached its highest point!

"Ah!"

"This is so good that I could die!"

"Zhang Ye is so awesome!"

"Where did he get all those songs from!"

"Yeah, how did he write all that!"

"Could he have written them beforehand? Or did he come up with it spontaneously?"

"Damn, surely he couldn't have made that up on the spot, could he?"

"Then why does every line in the songs fit the atmosphere here so well?"

"Who knows!"

"This is what you call genius!"

"I love him to death!"

"A singer like that, a guy like that, how could anyone not like him!"

"Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye! Zhang Ye!"

On the stage.