Universe Infinite Canteen

"Let's enjoy the love\u0026five group Anqi's love mouse in the sewer!"

The host announced.

Accompanying the prelude, Anqi also picked up the microphone. She had wiped the tears from her face and her eyes became firm again.

"I'm just a mouse in the sewer/living in the darkest underground house/watching you and him being sweet~"

The Zambian fisherman maintained a serious expression at first, but gradually his pupils began to dilate, and then he slowly opened his mouth.

The whole person looked like he had seen a ghost.

The director on the scene was also very smart. He immediately split the screen and put the Zambian fisherman's computer desktop on the secondary screen.

The CD track represented by the gray grid and the live track represented by the red grid completely overlapped, without any difference, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

The Zambian fisherman murmured, "This, this is impossible... This is impossible."

And Anqi's singing continued.

"I never thought I would fall in love with you/We live in two different worlds~/The sunlight on the surface is too harsh/too harsh/too dazzling!!! I can only look up at you in the damp/dark/cave~"

This time, when the chorus came, An Qi deliberately sang half a sentence and jumped half a sentence to prove herself, and then sang two more sentences in one breath.

Whenever she started singing, the two tracks on the sub-screen would completely overlap.

This is the first time that the Zambian fisherman has encountered such a supernatural event after working in post-production for so long, which completely overturned his common sense.

His mouth was open enough to fit an ostrich egg.

At this time, the director also switched the camera in time, giving the Zambian fisherman a 10-second close-up of his shocked expression.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room was close to 7 million at this time, and a new history was about to be born!

After singing a few sentences, An Qi suddenly put down the microphone and said to the female anchor next to him, "Stop the accompaniment."

"Teacher An Qi, are you not singing anymore?" the female anchor blurted out.

"No, I'll sing a cappella."

The music disappeared the next moment, and An Qi cleared his throat and continued to sing.

"Mouse~mouse~mouse~mouse~I am a sewer mouse in love~~~and my lover is my muse muse muse~"

The gray grid seemed to be welded to the red grid.

The haters who were still jumping around in the comments room before had completely disappeared at this moment, and all of them were "Wife, come out to see God~"

But I don't know when they all went off track and became "God, come out to see my wife~"

The number of people online in the live broadcast room broke through 7 million, but the growth rate did not slow down afterwards. Instead, it continued to accelerate. It took only 40 seconds to reach 8 million again.

That is to say, as An Qi started to sing a cappella, in less than a minute, more than one million viewers poured into the live broadcast room!

The female anchor squeezed her legs together, and an unnatural blush appeared on her cheeks.

At the same time, the Zambian fisherman with his mouth wide open and eyes blank was also made into an emoticon package and began to be circulated wildly on major platforms.

After Anqi sang Love Mouse in the Sewer, he felt that he was in the mood. He did not return to his seat, but sang other songs in one go.

However, the Zambian fisherman was not operating the computer at this time because his brain crashed.

The audience in the live broadcast room were not happy. Fortunately, the female anchor came over in time to remind her, and showed her cleavage when she bent over.

The Zambian fisherman started moving again, but now he was like a puppet, just relying on years of post-production experience to operate the software in a daze, and his own consciousness and soul had flown to an unknown no-man's land.

In the end, the whole live broadcast lasted for two hours. Anqi sang all the songs he sang at the concert that night, turning this self-certification meeting into a solo concert.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room even exceeded 10 million at one point. The platform boss was so excited that he opened champagne directly in his mansion. This exclusive contract worth 200 million became his most valuable investment ever.

And Anqi herself not only took off the hat of lip-syncing in one fell swoop, but also gained a large number of fans. Now her popularity has greatly exceeded the other four members of love\u0026five.

This is just during the live broadcast. When the live broadcast ends, as the news ferments and spreads, her popularity and commercial value will inevitably increase further.

In fact, at this time, Anqi's agent's phone has been blown up.

The sponsors who were still hesitant because of the lip-syncing incident have all changed their minds now. One by one, they can't wait to rush over to sign the contract immediately, hoping to take advantage of this hot spot. Many new brands have also expressed strong cooperation intentions.

And the most rare thing is that even though Anqi has endured so much criticism and abuse because of a video of a Zambian fisherman, she did not speak ill of the Zambian fisherman after successfully proving her innocence.

Instead, he gently comforted the latter, and expressed his affirmation of the latter's questioning spirit and technical ability, and emphasized that he was just an exception, it was not the Zambian fisherman's fault, and called on fans not to harass the Zambian fisherman.

The Zambian fisherman was also moved to tears, and joined the big family of Anqi fans on the spot, becoming the purest crystal.

Not to mention that Anqi later exchanged phone numbers with him and expressed his expectation for future cooperation.

The audience was also very satisfied because they enjoyed a live broadcast with many climaxes.

So, a win-win situation with no one injured was achieved.

Malu watched half of it and saw that the overall situation was settled, so he lost interest. He stretched and walked out of the back door. He originally wanted to take a walk in the yard of the community to digest his food.

Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when a pigeon landed in front of him and looked at him with his small red eyes.

"Brother Pigeon?" Malu tried to call out.

The next moment, the familiar voice of Mr. Guo sounded in his mind again, "Have you seen any strange people recently?"

"Uh... If it was half a year ago, I would have said yes without hesitation, but now I have to ask, what kind of people are considered strange? You know, I run a restaurant, so it is inevitable to meet all kinds of guests."

"A guy who likes small games," said Pigeon, "He came to this plane about a month ago, but he was unwilling to accept the rules here. He has been causing trouble everywhere recently. I am arresting him."

"Small games? What kind of small games, pushing boxes, or snakes, Tetris?" Malu asked curiously.

"None of them, that guy will make small games by himself, and then select players to play."

"Why do I feel that you are talking about the people of Hakimi Network Technology Co., Ltd., but Chiling should belong to 3a masterpieces."

"I'm not talking about them." Pigeon shook his head.