Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 130
Chapter 130: Concert
The next day, Yuan Shiyuan’s slightly swollen abdomen gradually returned to its normal flatness.
Having consumed an ample amount of pheromones, he felt refreshed and invigorated, his condition optimal—if one ignored the pheromones that had been injected too deeply, some even entering his reproductive tract.
Yuan Shiyuan could clearly sense a slight foreign presence.
Fortunately, his body’s absorption capacity was exceptional, and he was also intensely craving the S-rank pheromones. By the time he finished rehearsing that morning, most of the pheromones in his reproductive tract should have been absorbed.
After the morning rehearsal, Yuan Shiyuan didn’t head straight for lunch. Instead, he went to the staff break room.
As he approached the slightly ajar door, he overheard hushed voices from within:
“We need signatures to process the compensation claims for the wine incident. Why haven’t the staff come yet?”
“I’m so nervous! What if we run into Little Yuan?”
“Probably not. There are two backstage entrances. Unless Little Yuan comes here himself…”
They quickly dismissed the possibility. Yuan Shiyuan had just finished an intense rehearsal; he should be rushing to lunch and rest.
No one could have imagined that Scepter would continue rehearsing even on the day of the concert. Judging by their current intensity, they’d likely rehearse right up until the official concert start time.
The break room was filled with the Omegas who had been accidentally affected by the pheromones the previous day.
During their time together, they quickly grew familiar, exchanging contact information only to discover they had both saved, liked, or shared fan creations of each other.
This serendipitous connection filled them with even more delight, and while waiting for the staff, they couldn’t resist chatting.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Behind the staff member who opened the door, a flash of striking pink hair instantly captured everyone’s attention.
The people in the room stood up in unison, staring blankly at the figure behind the staff member.
Yuan Shiyuan removed his mask. “Are you all okay?”
The fans remained frozen in place, too stunned to react.
Yuan Shiyuan stepped forward, waving his hand in front of them with a gentle smile. “Why is no one responding?”
They finally snapped out of their daze, shouting excitedly, “Little Yuan! It’s really you!”
“We’re fine. The calming spray worked quickly enough…” they said, then stared fixedly at Yuan Shiyuan, their pupils dilating uncontrollably, their eyes nearly overflowing with awe.
Yuan Shiyuan had just finished rehearsing, his skin flushed with a natural, post-workout glow.
He had come specifically to check on the fans in person. “I was worried someone might be feeling unwell. I’m glad you’re all okay.”
“I’m so sorry about this incident.”
“It’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize,” the girl immediately shook her head. “It’s those extremist groups who are to blame. You handled it perfectly. Don’t let this ruin your mood—today’s rehearsal was absolutely amazing!”
“We’re all so excited for tonight’s concert!” another fan added.
From the other side, a male fan chimed in eagerly, “Little Yuan, can you give us a sneak peek of your makeup and outfit?”
Yuan Shiyuan blinked.
“No can do.” He stepped back, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. “You’ll just have to wait and see tonight.”
As Yuan Shiyuan steadied his feet, he suddenly sensed footsteps behind him. He turned his head, instinctively stepping aside to make room, only for Bo Jin to wrap an arm around his waist, steadying him.
“Startled?” Bo Jin asked, lowering his head.
“Not really,” Yuan Shiyuan replied. He wasn’t easily startled, just a little surprised. “What are you doing here?”
Bo Jin gave him a meaningful look, then replied casually, “Making sure you eat.”
Yuan Shiyuan: “……”
He knew exactly what Bo Jin was implying. Before, Yuan Shiyuan had been so focused on dance practice that he often forgot to eat, exhausting himself to the point of being hospitalized.
From then on, the members of Scepter kept a close eye on him during meals, as if they wanted to count every grain of rice he ate.
“I know, I’ll go later,” Yuan Shiyuan said dismissively.
Turning to his fans, his tone softened. “I’ve ordered food for you all. The staff will bring it over shortly. I hope you enjoy it.”
“See you tonight,” he waved goodbye to his fans.
Even after Yuan Shiyuan left, the fans remained in a state of shock.
They hadn’t expected him to personally come all this way out of concern for them, and they were equally stunned by what they’d just witnessed.
One girl ventured uncertainly, “Just now… did Brother Huo actually put his arm around Little Yuan’s waist?”
“Yeah, and Little Yuan seemed completely used to it, not showing any resistance or discomfort at all,” another boy chimed in, surprised. “I thought their interactions on camera were all for show. Do they really hug and hold each other like that in private too?”
“Oh no, this ship is getting even more tempting…”
“Save me! I’m a staunch captain-centric shipper—don’t turn me into an异食癖 (a fan obsessed with side couples)!”
That afternoon, Scepter continued rehearsing.
Only when they began working on their stage looks did the noise in the venue gradually subside.
During rehearsals, Yuan Shiyuan would wash his face and go straight onstage.
But for the actual performance, every strand of his hair was meticulously styled.
The entire group adopted a slightly damp hairstyle. Yuan Shiyuan’s pink hair was carefully curled with an iron, repeatedly treated with setting spray to create a natural effect as if just misted with water.
His face was liberally dusted with glitter, and a delicate diamond ornament adorned the bridge of his nose. Paired with wet-look smoky eye makeup, vibrant pink and purple eyeshadows were blended to create striking depth at the outer corners of his eyes and across his lids.
When Yuan Shiyuan opened his eyes and saw his reflection in the mirror, he raised an eyebrow slightly.
Already blessed with striking features, the makeup only amplified his sharp, refined features, creating an almost fierce beauty, like a gleaming, razor-sharp blade. Even when expressionless, his casual glances carried a commanding, imperious air.
Yet the damp pink hair and makeup lent him a soft, indolent charm. Especially when he smiled, the overwhelming youthful energy contrasted sharply with the bold makeup, creating a striking visual contrast.
“Our Little Princess is so beautiful!” If the stylist hadn’t been restraining Ying Mingche, he would have already dashed to Yuan Shiyuan’s side.
Yuan Shiyuan nodded, clearly pleased. “The styling is indeed stunning.”
The makeup artist smiled. “That’s because you’re naturally handsome and have a good base. Stage makeup tends to be more intense, so I’ll make some minor adjustments to the details…”
After thanking her, Yuan Shiyuan returned her smile and sat still, cooperating with her adjustments.
Beneath the surface, his fingers slowly tightened, and the tip of his shoe unconsciously tapped the floor, betraying his inner turmoil.
He was incredibly nervous.
Even after countless rehearsals, Yuan Shiyuan still felt a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest.
This was his first concert since joining Scepter. Despite his mental preparation, the adrenaline surged uncontrollably as the moment arrived.
Once the styling was complete, Jiang Heng approached Yuan Shiyuan and gently took his hand. “Nervous?”
Yuan Shiyuan nodded honestly. “Terrified.”
Jiang Heng reached out and embraced him, but mindful of their carefully styled appearances, he held back, his embrace restrained.
“I’m nervous too,” he murmured. “This is our debut stage.”
“Just like you, I want it to be perfect. I don’t want any regrets.”
Yuan Shiyuan froze for a moment. When he looked up, his gaze drifted past Jiang Heng’s shoulder and locked onto another person’s eyes.
Ying Mingche sidled closer, a mischievous grin on his face, though his tone held mock resentment, his eyes twinkled with amusement. “Why just hug him? I want a hug too!”
He added, “I suddenly remembered—the first time I performed on stage, I nearly forgot the lyrics, but it didn’t affect the rest of my performance at all.”
Yuan Shiyuan understood: Ying Mingche was sharing his own embarrassing stage moment to cheer him up or help him relax.
Just as Yuan Shiyuan was about to speak, a warm hand gently settled on his shoulder. He turned to meet Ying Mingxi’s reassuring gaze.
“You’ve been amazing already. Your recent rehearsals have been brilliant,” Ying Mingxi said. “There will be many more stages waiting for us in the future.”
Bo Jin and Pei Yanbing stood nearby, unable to join the conversation, but their eyes radiated silent encouragement.
Surrounded by so many familiar Alphas, Yuan Shiyuan felt his tension ease slightly, though his heart still raced.
Bo Jin stepped closer and said, “Don’t be afraid. Your family is watching you from below the stage.”
“Everyone here—both on and off stage—loves you.”
Before the concert officially began, the venue pulsed with deep, heart-shaking bass drumbeats.
Behind the stage, a dazzling purple screen flashed, then fragmented and reassembled rapidly into an enlarged, jumbled “Scepter” logo.
The audience erupted into a deafening roar of screams, but just then, the screens flickered and died, plunging the entire venue into pitch-blackness.
Standing alone on the stage, Yuan Shiyuan was enveloped in pitch-blackness. The sudden darkness disoriented him for a moment, until he felt his teammates’ hands gently grasp his on either side.
They squeezed his fingers slightly, silently conveying their strength.
As if to say, You’re not alone.
The instant the lights blazed back to life, the audience’s cheers surged like a tidal wave. At the center of the elevated stage, the six members stood high above, their feet resting on transparent, acrylic-like steps that created the illusion of floating in mid-air.
As they moved forward, a fine rain began to fall from above, each droplet gleaming like a shooting star under the spotlight, scattering across their bodies.
Standing high on the stage, Yuan Shiyuan felt as though he had completely entered another world, listening intently to the backing track through his earpiece. The moment the first beat dropped, he swiftly locked into the rhythm, his movements perfectly synchronized with the group.
His lithe figure danced like a living note, shifting fluidly with each beat, his steps precise and light yet powerful. Every movement was both explosive and visually stunning.
The audience erupted into a frenzy of screams and cheers, completely immersed in the concert’s electrifying atmosphere, their voices hoarse from shouting.
“Scepter! Yuan Shiyuan!”
“Yuan Shiyuan, I love you!!”
“……”
Logically, Yuan Shiyuan shouldn’t have been able to hear the audience’s shouts through his in-ear monitors. He should only have been hearing the backing music and his own voice.
But as he finished his vocal part and took a brief pause between dance moves, he suddenly made an unexpected, seemingly improvised move.
All the Scepter members were wearing black tops that shimmered subtly under the stage lights, their tailored cuts emphasizing their impeccable physiques.
However, when Yuan Shiyuan abruptly reached down and tugged at the fabric over his abdomen, the clingy material peeled away from his belly, creating a semi-transparent, black gauze-like effect.
Beneath the black top, his body chain became visible through the fabric, its delicate metallic glint flickering faintly across his waist and abdomen!
Seeing this, the other Scepter members instinctively converged from all directions, encircling Yuan Shiyuan at the center. He retreated step by step, yet remained completely surrounded by his teammates.
This, too, was part of the dance. But paired with Yuan Shiyuan’s spontaneous move from just now and the S-rank alphas’ dark, unfathomable gazes, the pink-haired, dripping-wet Yuan Shiyuan resembled a lamb that had wandered into a pack of wolves. Against their overwhelming size disparity, he seemed to have nowhere to run…
The audience’s cheers erupted into even more frenzied fervor. Fans waved their support sticks wildly, screaming to vent their surging excitement.
The performance was going smoothly.
Throughout the entire set, Yuan Shiyuan felt perfectly satisfied. He even sensed himself surpassing his usual limits, hitting high notes with even greater perfection than during rehearsals.
Then, the unexpected happened.
Pei Yanbing suddenly reached up and touched his ear.
This gesture typically signaled a malfunction with his earpiece, alerting the staff to adjust it promptly. However, the performance had to continue uninterrupted.
Through the earpiece, Yuan Shiyuan could hear the sound engineer and staff’s frantic real-time conversation.
“What’s wrong with the captain’s earpiece?”
“Is it malfunctioning?”
Such accidents were commonplace at large concerts.
Earpieces were crucial for singers. In the complex acoustic environment of a concert venue, meticulously calibrated earpieces allowed performers to clearly hear vocals, backing tracks, and other critical audio cues amidst the chaos.
A malfunctioning earpiece could severely disrupt a performer’s focus and performance.
The members of Scepter noticed the minor mishap as well. Fortunately, Pei Yanbing reacted quickly, managing to stay on rhythm despite the crackling static in his earpiece.
The audience might not have noticed, but after countless rehearsals, the group realized Pei Yanbing’s lyrics had lagged slightly behind the beat for a brief moment.
Even a delay of just a second or two was enough to throw off the subsequent rhythm.
Just then, a piercing high note cut through the chaos, instantly seizing everyone’s attention.
The audience fell silent, and even the staff were momentarily stunned.
They had always known Yuan Shiyuan possessed a remarkable voice and a natural talent for singing. But this particular high note surpassed anything he had ever achieved before, yet his voice remained clear and pure, resonating through the arena and sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
To maintain such vocal clarity and precision under such sudden pressure demonstrated a talent that was exceptionally rare in the industry.
The audience erupted into frenzied cheers and shouts once more.
Yuan Shiyuan and Pei Yanbing exchanged a glance, and Pei Yanbing immediately understood.
Fortunately, Pei Yanbing’s earpiece wasn’t seriously malfunctioning; the problem was merely an improper volume setting that made it impossible for him to hear the backing track clearly amidst the noise.
Yuan Shiyuan’s soaring high note had temporarily diverted everyone’s attention. As Pei Yanbing listened intently through his earpiece, he finally heard the words “Fixed!” and let out a relieved sigh.
He could finally hear the backing track clearly.
Pei Yanbing’s tense expression relaxed slightly. But in the next instant, his earpiece began to slip downward, poised to slide past his collarbone…
A pink figure gracefully twirled into place before him.
Yuan Shiyuan, with lightning-fast reflexes, noticed the slipping earpiece. He slowly bent down, gently biting the earpiece wire with his snow-white teeth, steadying himself with one hand on the Alpha’s shoulder. As he slowly straightened up, his waist formed a graceful, resilient arc under the stage lights.
Then, cradling Pei Yanbing’s face, Yuan Shiyuan gently brought his lips close to the Alpha’s ear, carefully tucking the earpiece back into its proper position.
The remaining dance and lyrics continued, now reaching their crescendo. The other Alphas moved in unison toward Yuan Shiyuan, encircling him at the center. Just like their revised boy group logo, five S-rank alphas together lifted the central pink gem, weaving into an inseparable scepter of power.
Surrounding Yuan Shiyuan were cascading confetti, thunderous applause, dazzling stage lights, and waves of fervent cheers rising and falling like the tide.
Yuan Shiyuan glanced at the camera, slightly breathless. The stage lights illuminated his face, highlighting his radiant features. His languidly curled pink hair, dewy eyes, and the flush at the corners of his eyes from the intense performance…
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Epilogue
Yuan Shiyuan and his team bowed deeply to the audience.
Holding the microphone, his voice slightly breathless, he said, “This is our first performance since I joined Scepter. Thank you all for coming to our concert, and thank you for your support.”
After a brief pause, he slowly rubbed his fingers against the microphone. Seeming a little shy, his eyelashes fluttered nervously, but he still declared his love for the audience with all his might:
“I love you all!”
The entire venue erupted in cheers as countless fans screamed Yuan Shiyuan’s name until their voices cracked.
A tidal wave of sound surged through the arena. Even with his in-ear monitors, Yuan Shiyuan could clearly hear the overwhelming wave of affection.
“I love you too!”
“Little Yuan, I love you!!!”
“Yuan Shiyuan!!!”
“……”
#YuanShiyuanBornForTheStage
#YuanShiyuanGodTierSave
#ScepterYuanShiyuanBodyChain
#ScepterConcertDivinePerformance
#Scepter’sNewAlbumBreaksSalesRecordsAgain!
The concert had just ended, and Scepter dominated the hot searches with overwhelming force. Yuan Shiyuan’s name, in particular, repeatedly appeared at the top of the list, unwavering in its prominence.
Many casual viewers, drawn in by curiosity, clicked on the tag, only to find themselves unable to leave, declaring their newfound fandom en masse!
A sharp-eyed netizen dissected the performance and discovered that a minor stage malfunction had occurred during the concert. However, Yuan Shiyuan’s lightning-fast reflexes and seamless teamwork with his bandmates skillfully resolved the crisis. Moreover, he transformed the improvised movement into a classic visual moment, sparking a frenzy of imitation among influencers.
Yuan Shiyuan’s stage makeup also quickly went viral, becoming a popular makeup tutorial subject for beauty bloggers.
And then there was the body chain, glimpsed beneath his clothing…
Overnight, everything about Yuan Shiyuan became a trendsetter. Any accessory he wore sold out instantly, even cheaper knockoffs riding the wave of immense hype.
Silence Brand, which Yuan Shiyuan endorsed, went all out, renting prominent billboards across multiple cities to express their deep admiration for their brand ambassador.
The concert had barely ended when Zhuang He’s mobile phone was flooded with countless business partnership proposals. They specifically requested to collaborate with Yuan Shiyuan, willing to wait in line no matter how long the wait, even proactively adjusting their project timelines.
In a remarkably short time, Yuan Shiyuan’s commercial endorsement fees had nearly increased tenfold!
Even at this exorbitant rate, a tidal wave of brands continued to extend their offers, including several renowned luxury brands!
Zhuang He’s phone was about to explode from the calls and notifications. This sudden windfall of fortune left him nearly faint with happiness.
Watching Yuan Shiyuan backstage, his face tilted upward, patiently cooperating with the staff as they removed his makeup, Zhuang He felt his heart melt.
Many industry colleagues envied him, remarking on his incredible luck in discovering this treasure.
And wasn’t it the truth? If he hadn’t acted swiftly back then, he might have missed out on securing Yuan Shiyuan—his precious gem.
Zhuang He handed his work phone to his assistant to handle temporarily, promising to review the emails himself later.
He approached Yuan Shiyuan, his smile impossible to contain. “Shiyuan’er, it’s only been a short while, and the entire internet is flooded with makeup tutorials mimicking your looks! And guess what? How many copies of our album do you think we’ve sold?”
“You silly child, why aren’t you curious at all?”
Zhuang He had been holding back, eagerly waiting for Yuan Shiyuan to ask. But Yuan Shiyuan remained quietly composed, never once inquiring about sales figures since the album’s release.
Yuan Shiyuan naturally wanted to know, but he feared it would affect his mental state, so he restrained himself from asking.
Now that the concert had concluded perfectly and his spirits were high, he guessed from Zhuang He’s expression, “The sales must be pretty good, right?”
“Pretty good? That’s an understatement!” Zhuang He exclaimed gleefully, pulling out his tablet. “Your new album has broken eight major records! It sold a million copies in under ten minutes and surpassed a hundred million within ten hours! Do you realize how astronomical these numbers are? No domestic boy group has ever achieved anything like this before!”
“Right now, you’re dominating every chart on every platform—streaming charts, trending lists, recommendation feeds… everything!”
“And especially Shiyuan, the tracks you composed have been spontaneously praised by countless professional musicians!”
The album’s sales figures far exceeded Yuan Shiyuan’s expectations.
Hearing this, he froze momentarily. The track he had written independently was an old piece from years ago.
He never imagined it would resonate so deeply…
Zhuang He desperately wanted to give Yuan Shiyuan a hug, but remembering that Yuan Shiyuan was an Omega, he could only turn and give Xiao Huang an enthusiastic bear hug instead.
“Our Shiyuan’er is so capable!”
Yuan Shiyuan smiled shyly, his ears burning with praise, yet the corners of his lips couldn’t help but curl upward.
He tapped his toes lightly against the ground, like a contented little pink-haired fox being stroked into bliss.
“Of course our Princess Yuanyuan is amazing,” Ying Mingche added proudly. “Darling, you were absolutely mesmerizing on stage just now.”
Jiang Heng stepped between them, carefully wiping Yuan Shiyuan’s eye makeup.
Bo Jin glanced at his phone. “Your aunt and uncles will be here to see you soon…” He trailed off, his brow furrowing suddenly.
Yuan Shiyuan tilted his head, sensing the shift in his demeanor. “What’s wrong?”
Bo Jin locked his phone, feigning nonchalance. “Nothing.”
But the more he tried to hide it, the more obvious it became. Yuan Shiyuan, who was also on his phone, glanced down and saw a notification pop up:
Allegations Surface: Yuan Shiyuan’s New Album Accused of Plagiarism
Yuan Shiyuan raised an eyebrow.
The notification had appeared on everyone’s phones. He unlocked his phone without a change in expression and quickly scanned the article.
Am I the only one who finds this melody so familiar? Both the lyrics and the tune feel like something I’ve heard before. Then it hit me—the song Scepter claims Yuan Shiyuan independently composed is almost identical to an old piece by the niche blogger I follow, “YUAN”!
Here’s a link to the original blogger’s page. @Scepter Yuan Shiyuan, care to explain?
A hint of surprise flickered across Yuan Shiyuan’s face.
“Don’t pay him any mind,” Ying Mingxi said soothingly, pressing a gentle hand on Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulder. “The company will handle these rumors.”
Zhuang He chimed in, “Exactly, Shiyuan’er, you don’t need to worry about this nonsense! It’s all fabricated!”
Yuan Shiyuan looked genuinely surprised. “You… all trust me this much?”
Before he could even offer an explanation, they had already chosen to believe him.
“What else would we do?” Bo Jin retorted. “We’re with you every day. We know what kind of person you are. We don’t need to listen to what others say.”
Zhuang He nodded vigorously, swiping through his phone. Suddenly, his hand froze. “Shiyuan’er, don’t worry, I’ll take care of this right away… Wait a minute, this ‘YUAN’ guy—his voice sounds exactly like yours!”
“Because that is me.”
The entire lounge fell silent for a full second.
“The song he mentioned was one I posted on this account a long time ago. Back then, I think I was a senior in high school? Or maybe a junior. I never imagined that after all these years, old fans would still remember it.” Yuan Shiyuan said with a hint of nostalgia. He switched accounts, logging into the other one with practiced ease. “Good thing I didn’t delete it back then.”
“Wait—what did you just say?!”
Since someone had raised doubts, Yuan Shiyuan felt it was his duty to clarify things immediately. He couldn’t let his loyal fans rush to defend him without him first addressing the issue directly.
He pointed the camera at himself. Even though he had only removed half his makeup, he didn’t hesitate to press record, flashing a smile at the lens.
“Hello everyone, I’m Yuan Shiyuan.”
Without checking the frame or rehearsing his lines, Yuan Shiyuan uploaded the video directly to the “YUAN” account’s feed, providing the most direct and compelling clarification.
Though the “YUAN” account wasn’t particularly active, it boasted a massive following and a dedicated base of veteran fans.
The plagiarism scandal had brought massive traffic to the account, attracting a considerable influx of new followers.
The moment the video went live, it instantly captured the attention of netizens across the platform.
—!!!
—Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Am I seeing things?!
—Yuan Shiyuan is “YUAN”?! Oh my god, I can’t handle this! I’m seriously losing it!
—”YUAN” used to be so popular! He created all the trending songs on the platform—I absolutely loved him! Then he gradually stopped posting, and I was so disappointed for so long… Now I’m a fan of Little Yuan, and you’re telling me they’re the same person?!
—As a casual observer, I’m genuinely shocked… Yuan Shiyuan’s talent, his creative prowess… Who else in the domestic entertainment industry can even compare?
—I hereby unilaterally declare Yuan Shiyuan the undisputed ceiling of boy group talent! Anyone dare to challenge this?!