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{Chapter: 356 Female Police Officer!}
Then he saw him—Lin Yuan, standing tall and composed, his expression unreadable.
For a moment, the fake singer was stunned. The man who had spoken was far too good-looking, and there was something commanding about his presence. Still, he scoffed. "What? You think you can do better? Go ahead and try it if you're so confident!"
It wasn't the first time someone had questioned his act. He was used to fending off doubters with empty dares. Most would back down immediately, too embarrassed to perform in front of a crowd.
What he didn't expect was for the young man to smile calmly and say, "Alright, I'll go."
The confidence in Lin Yuan's tone made the fake singer break into a cold sweat.
As Lin Yuan stepped forward, the fake singer got a better look at his face—and his blood turned to ice.
'Oh no... no, no, no!'
He'd seen some pirated clips of the real performance before. And while the videos weren't very clear, the aura, the look—this guy was way too similar to the real deal.
There was also that unsettling aura of self-assurance.
Could it be...?
Before the fake could react, Lin Yuan flexed his legs and, in one clean motion, leapt onto the stage.
His physical strength, enhanced to an extraordinary degree, made it look effortless.
The crowd gasped.
Without wasting a second, Lin Yuan walked up and took the microphone from the stunned faker.
Then, under the glaring lights, Lin Yuan casually began to sing.
"Within its blue misty drizzle, I am waiting for you…"
The very first line sent a tremor through the entire venue.
Everyone froze.
The voice was rich, full of emotion and clarity, resonating with a depth that stirred the hearts of everyone present. It was unmistakable—this was the voice they had fallen in love with. This was the true Blue and White Porcelain.
Even the skeptics in the audience, who had previously shrugged off their suspicions, now stood wide-eyed in astonishment.
There was simply no comparison. The fake singer's strained, trembling voice now felt like an insult.
Lin Yuan's divine-level vocal talent left no doubt—this was the real one.
"Does anyone recognize me now?" Lin Yuan asked with a subtle smile after singing the verse.
Gasps echoed through the audience.
"He's the real one! I knew it didn't sound the same earlier!"
"That's him! The real singer from the leaked videos!"
"No wonder the previous version felt so cheap. This guy… he's the real deal!"
Applause broke out. Even some of those who had already donated to the fake singer now looked regretful and angry.
Meanwhile, the fake singer on stage had gone completely pale.
Sweat beaded on his forehead.
He could no longer pretend.
And worse, he had just insulted and challenged the true original singer right to his face.
Lin Yuan had just started—and the tables had already turned dramatically.
Some people in the audience had come hoping—if only faintly—to see the real singer of Blue and White Porcelain. Even if he turned out to be fake, they figured it didn't matter too much. After all, unless you knew for sure, it was hard to tell. Some even convinced themselves that maybe the real singer's voice just sounded different live, without the auto-tune from the internet videos.
But the moment Lin Yuan sang just a few notes, any lingering doubts vanished into thin air. The difference was immediate and overwhelming. His voice was elegant, ethereal—each word infused with emotion and control. The crowd collectively froze for a second, and then chaos erupted.
The fans went wild.
Especially the girls. Many of them had long idolized the mysterious original singer, and now, here he was—tall, handsome, standing right in front of them and singing the very song that had captivated their hearts.
"It's him! It's really the original singer of Blue and White Porcelain! My idol! My male god!"
"He's even more handsome in person!"
"This is the best day of my life! I can die happy now!"
The venue exploded into a frenzy of cheering and applause. People were screaming, clapping, some even crying tears of joy as they took out their phones to record videos or take selfies.
Amidst all this, the man on stage—the scammer pretending to be Lin Yuan—turned pale. Panic etched across his face as realization struck. He had been thoroughly exposed.
Without even bothering to say a word, the fake singer tried to sneak away. But he wasn't fast enough.
"That fake is trying to escape! Stop him!" someone shouted.
"He scammed us! Don't let him get away!"
"He even took our money! This is fraud! Get him!"
The crowd's excitement quickly transformed into anger and outrage. The sense of betrayal was strong. It wasn't just that they were scammed—it was that they were humiliated in front of their idol.
Several audience members quickly moved to block the fake singer's escape. He turned left, then right, only to find each path cut off by furious fans.
Cornered and trembling, the fake man's eyes darted around desperately. Then, suddenly, he pulled out a knife from under his jacket. His hand shook slightly, but the blade gleamed under the stage lights.
"Don't come any closer!" he yelled, voice cracking. "I didn't want to hurt anyone! I was just trying to make a living!"
His eyes were wild with fear, and the knife in his hand made the crowd freeze momentarily. No one had expected this to escalate so quickly.
But the scammer wasn't trying to fight—he just wanted to run. Spotting a narrow gap in the crowd, he bolted. Unfortunately for him, the gap led straight toward a girl—Qiao Siying.
Qiao Siying stood frozen, her long blonde hair catching the light as she stared ahead, wide-eyed. It wasn't that she couldn't move; her body simply wouldn't listen. Her mind was reeling, overwhelmed after realizing the true identity of the original singer. Lin Yuan. It had been him all along.
She had liked the song so much, even said she admired the singer—but she never imagined it was Lin Yuan. The shock paralyzed her.
As the man with the knife barreled toward her, she instinctively raised her arms, bracing herself with fear flickering in her eyes. But before the attacker could reach her—
Bam!
The sound of a body hitting the ground echoed through the room.
The knife clattered across the floor.
Qiao Siying blinked. The man who had been running at her was now on the ground, groaning in pain, with a strong foot pressing down on his head.
The knife had vanished from his hand.
Lin Yuan stood over him like a guardian.
His expression was calm, as though he had done nothing more than swat a fly.
Qiao Siying finally exhaled the breath she'd been holding. Her body relaxed, though her heart was still racing.
She looked up at Lin Yuan, her face still dazed, and stammered, "Th-Thank you…"
"You should head out," Lin Yuan said casually, not even glancing at her. Then, grabbing the scammer by the back of the collar like a sack of garbage, he began dragging him away.
"Huh?" Qiao Siying was taken aback. She'd thought he would at least talk to her. But Lin Yuan didn't slow down or explain. He simply left, pulling the unconscious fake singer behind him.
He had planned to take the scammer straight to the nearest police station. But as fate would have it, just as he stepped out of the venue, he encountered a patrol.
And leading that patrol was a young policewoman in full uniform.
She was striking—elegant and poised, with a sense of discipline in her posture. Her facial features were refined, her skin fair, and she had an innocent, untainted aura about her. Her face value is more than 92 points. Her natural beauty could rival celebrities, and the charm of her police uniform only added to her appeal.
The officer's eyes sparkled with recognition when she saw Lin Yuan.
Before Lin Yuan could say a word, she approached with quick, confident steps and said excitedly, "So it really was the original singer of Blue and White Porcelain! I thought this might just be another scam concert—but it turns out the real star showed up!"