After being broken by Qingmei, I became a top player

"Chen Xiang is the most handsome!"

"Chen Xiang is invincible!"

When Chen Xiang came on stage, a group of comments from suspected crazy fans suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

These barrages appeared one after another, forcing many people watching the show to turn off most of the barrages.

Some netizens who couldn't stand it directly started to criticize.

"What am I talking about? It has to be Brother Dao, Xiao Xianrou's behavior is really cancerous."

"I just said this program was a clean stream, but it turned out to be polluted."

Although some people are criticizing, they are only a minority after all. For those barrages that swipe the screen, it is a bit innocuous.

After Chen Xiang started singing, this high-quality song made some neutral people start to sway.

"I heard that the writing of this song is really good. Chen Xiang can also sing well. Isn't he a little talent without strength?"

"Netizens are too extreme. They can't just think that someone is incompetent just because they are handsome."

"Does it have to look the same as your Erhu brother? I listened to the previous two songs, and that's it, right? Who knows when they were written, so don't show off your flaws this time."

As soon as these words came out, even if Chen Xiang sang really well, in the face of such slander, how could the netizens who saw him from the first week tolerate it now?

Of course not, it's just the Internet. As long as my hand speed is fast, you have to call me daddy!

As a result, the barrage began to become explosive.

Some neutral netizens who were watching watched happily, and sometimes they would add one or two sentences to express anger when they saw that there were fewer barrages.

Even when Chen Xiang finished singing and Chen Shuren came on stage, the quarrel did not stop.

It wasn't until Chen Shuren's recorded accompaniment started playing that Chen Shuren's fans gave up their quarrel and prepared to listen to the song.

The result of this behavior is that the screen is full of barrages filled with sunspots.

"So ugly? Are you still learning to sing? Wouldn't it be better to work behind the scenes?"

"Chen Xiang's song has already made my blood boil. I can't listen to anything at the moment. Can the director cut out this last part?"

"Haha, I want to hear what you guys are talking about about the Erhu brother!"

The barrage kept scrolling, and the prelude of the song finally ended.

Chen Shuren, holding the microphone, conveyed his singing voice to the ears of all netizens in the live broadcast room.

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At the beginning, I was still

An innocent and crying child

Ten years later, I finally understood

As long as you try your best, there is no need to fail.

…

Gradually, the barrage began to decrease.

Some neutral netizens who were coerced by black fans quit the barrage team after hearing Chen Shuren's song and lyrics and began to listen to the song quietly.

Some people even directly blocked the barrage in the entire live broadcast room, staring blankly at the handsome young man holding the microphone in the live broadcast room.

But this was just the beginning, when Chen Shuren's suddenly soaring volume appeared along with the lyrics of the chorus.

The barrage in the entire live broadcast room suddenly became clear.

…

Run, proud boy

In the young heart, there is a firm belief

Burn, proud blood

I want to sing the song of victory again

…

A high school, repeat class.

At night, in the classroom illuminated by lights, there was either the sound of books being turned over or the sound of pens scratching across paper.

These students, commonly known as senior high school students, are busy studying.

They wanted to get back what they had lost in the college entrance examination, but it seemed that they used too much force, causing their eyes to lose the sparkle they should have as teenagers.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

Not everyone in this class is repeating their studies to get into a better school.

There are also students who simply don’t know what they can do after graduation, so they return to the classroom and continue studying under the arrangement of their families.

Zhang Yong is this kind of person.

He didn't know why he wanted to study or why he was working hard. Even if the classmates next to him were studying, he had no desire to learn.

So, he put it aside and watched the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

Just when his fingers slid to the next live broadcast room, a burst of singing suddenly came from the headphones.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Zhang Yong's fingers never moved again.

He just stood there in a daze, listening to this song.

After a long time, when the chorus of the song was about to sound again, Zhang Yong raised his head and glanced at the classmates around him, and then at the teacher who was reading on the podium.

Perhaps it was the courage his name gave him, Zhang Yong, unplugged the headphone cord!

Run, proud boy

In the young heart, there is a firm belief

The boy's passionate voice instantly spread throughout the classroom.

On the podium, after the teacher understood what happened, his angry eyebrows rose.

But then, after he listened to the last two sentences of the lyrics, the hand holding the chalk fell down.

Without the teacher's stop, slowly, all the senior students in the packed classroom raised their heads and listened to the voice ringing in their ears.

Those eyes that had seemed dull because of forcing himself to study all day gradually became clearer.

When the singing stopped, the teacher's voice sounded: "Zhang Yong, what's the name of the song? Play it once every day from now on."

"Teacher... this is a live broadcast, there is no song source."

Snapped!

A piece of chalk hit Zhang Yong on the head!

"How dare you play a song without a source? Keep studying!"

Zhang Yong patted the chalk dust on his head, his eyes shining.

"There is no source of the song, but I know the name of the song. It's called... Proud Boy!"

…

Similar things are still happening.

In a prefabricated house on a construction site somewhere.

He Qiang, who had just turned twenty, had been holding chopsticks in his right hand, picking up instant noodles for two minutes.

When the boy in the cell phone video stopped singing, he glanced at an iron box in the corner of the room, and then stuffed the already-cooled noodles into his mouth.

After eating, he picked up his phone.

"Mom, are you feeling well?"

"I'm fine too. Did you receive the money I gave you? That's good."

"Where's my little brother? Hey, little brother, you got the first place in the exam? Not bad, but you can't be proud...forget it, it's okay to be proud at all, haha, if you come first in the exam next time, I will buy you a mobile phone!"

After calling home, He Qiang tidied up and put on yellow work clothes. Then he walked out of the room and rolled out the second-hand motorcycle from the carport, preparing to deliver food.

He used to be a well-behaved rider, but this time he drove his motorcycle in an S-shape and shouted the song he had just learned.

"Run, proud boy!"

The singing carries people away.

Perhaps no one will ever know that in He Qiang's small house, an admission notice that has expired for two years is lying quietly in an iron box.

…

In the villa of the program team.

When Chen Shuren's singing stopped, the hall fell into silence.

"Snapped!"

A voice broke the silence.

Li Dao jumped up, threw the paper fan he was holding to show off to the ground, and then shouted out with a red face:

"The sword-man combination, I won't agree without you!"

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