The Full-scale Boss Has Become the Top Streamer In the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 849: "Black Fan" I am a professional black fan

The barrage in this live room was briefly silent for two seconds.

If it weren't for the fact that there were more than 900,000 people online, and everyone was still communicating just now, some people would definitely suspect that it was all robots watching.

After the eerie silence, some netizens coughed a few times, looked at Yan Zhixu's only plain face, and were curious and looking forward to her talent.

[I... I used to be Xu Ye's only fan when she was in the Dream Girls Team. Although I am a fan, I can't say with my conscience that Xu Ye sings well. Tears flow into a river.jpg]

[What the person upstairs said was too euphemistic. Not only did it not sound good, but it was simply a magic sound piercing my ears. I have already found earplugs to plug my ears, and I am determined not to be poisoned by Yan Zhixu's tea. 】

[Silent dead, can't sing if you can't sing? If you don't know how to pretend to understand, you still make up, rap? Yan **** knows **** about rap. sneer.jpg]

[Is everyone's attention on Yan Zhixu singing? Am I the only one who thinks Ye Yunyun is a bitch? This girl seems to be from this year's women's team draft "Hard Candy Sweetheart". She looks very good. Who knows when she starts talking about old green tea. Toothache.jpg]

...

Just as the netizens were discussing intensely, Yan Zhixu, who was sitting on the single sofa, stood up.

Facing the scorching gazes of everyone, he calmly hummed two words in English to moisten his throat.

"This song "Black Fan" written by me is given to the professional black people in the world."

She raised her slender white and tender fingers and nodded contemptuously.

The cool posture and tone of the rap players are quite impressive.

"Hello, everyone, I'm a black fan, my name is a black fan, I'm a professional black fan."

"It's my basic ability to pick bones in eggs. I can fabricate facts at my fingertips, and what I say is justifiable and well-founded."

"Scientists use microscopes for scientific research, and I use microscopes to find your shortcomings."

"I am full of rumors and rampant, you call me a cyber keyboard warrior? NO! NO! NO! This is my profession!"

"P-picture, tearing, stomping, personal attack, I am decathlon!"

"You laugh at me without the bottom line to spread rumors and slander? Oh, I laugh at you don't understand my profession."

"My monthly income is tens of thousands, and I count the money until my hands are soft. You poor **** shut up, poor **** shut up."

...

Yan Zhixu's breath is stable and not chaotic, and the tune of each lyric is online.

Her eyes swept to the camera sharply, and her aura was like a rainbow that should not be underestimated.

The **** is raised casually, the standing posture is lazy and cool, the eyebrows are full of ruffians, and the whole person is flamboyant and wanton.

There is no cheering and applause from fans, but she has a unique self-confidence in her body, and the small room is her stage.

She is glowing.

Yan Zhixu sang the chorus and danced a short hip-hop dance. The dance was smooth and handsome. He danced while singing, and his voice was very penetrating.

"Black fan, black fan, I am a professional black fan, star star, you are my cash cow."

"Black fan, black fan, I'm a professional black fan. I slander your whole family and make money to support my family."

"Black fan, black fan, I'm a professional black fan, shut up, you poor guy, shut up poor guy."

...

After singing a rap, my face is not red and I am not out of breath.

Yan Zhixu hooked his lips, "Thank you, everyone."

The physical exertion was enormous, but there was no fine sweat dripping from her smooth forehead.

He raised his eyebrows, walked back to his seat and sat down, the air conditioner was on, feeling a little hot, and tugging at the collar of his clothes.

"..."

There were also netizens in the live broadcast room staring at Yan Zhixu as if nothing had happened, unaware of the lethality of this song, and they were collectively silent.

Squeeze!

What the hell!

This song is so **** brainwashed, and they are full of this tune now.

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