Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

"One more, one more."

After the two finished singing the song "be what you wanna be", the audience felt that they still had more to sing and strongly requested another song.

Hearing the shouts from the audience, Chen Feng said with an uneasy expression, "Everyone, let's leave. Don't you want to go home and have a good sleep? One more song? That's another price."

In the live broadcast room, netizens also laughed at Chen Feng's expression.

"He's anxious, he's anxious."

"Nonsense, can you please take it easy and come be a guest and become the lead singer? The key is there is no money yet."

"Haha, is the other price okay?"

"It's really tiring to talk and sing four songs in a row."

"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. This is King Zhou's concert, right?"

"What about Zhou Tianwang? This is Chen Feng's trap."

"What are you talking about upstairs? King Zhou Tian is obviously doing this out of good intentions, right?"

"..."

"Where are the people? Staff, please go and call Brother Jie up." Chen Feng's voice was a little hoarse, and he urged the staff on the stage.

The man also looked aggrieved when he heard this. I wanted to shout even as I stepped on my horse, but the problem was that he didn't come.

Fortunately, Zhou Chengjie didn't embarrass him this time, and he hurried onto the stage not long after.

"Hey, what's wrong? Is your voice hoarse?"

Faced with the king's ridicule, Chen Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly and said to himself, "Brother Jie is really unreliable. How can he be a guest? He clearly wants me to be the lead singer."

"Brother Jie, you are finally here. The stage is returned to you. I will withdraw."

"Haha." Seeing his expression, Zhou Chengjie laughed twice, and then said, "Okay, thank you for your hard work. I saw the audience was so enthusiastic just now, so I didn't have the nerve to go on stage to interrupt. Go down and have a rest."

Chen Feng was really tired at this time. He quickly walked off the stage without saying anything and sat back in the audience.

"..."

The concert didn't end until 12 o'clock in the morning. After Chen Feng and Zhao Qinghan returned home, the first words they said were, "Mom, it's really hard to make money for this concert. I will never hold any concerts in the future. I want to write a novel, and no one can stop me. It’s so easy, and the money comes quickly.”

Seeing the tired look on his face and even his voice being hoarse, Zhao Qinghan said in a distressed tone, "Is your throat okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"What are you looking at? I'm a big man. This little thing won't cause you to go to the hospital. You can just sleep and be fine."

Zhao Qinghan nodded and said, "Not bad, he looks like a man. I remember when I was filming a certain movie, there was an actor about the same age as you. His name seemed to be Xu Zikun? He yelled there when he had some skin on his hands. of."

"Huh? Kunkun?" Upon hearing the name, Chen Feng muttered something subconsciously and looked at the other person jokingly, "What does it mean to be like a man? I have reason to suspect that Sister Qinghan, you are questioning my gender. It seems that It’s time to prove it to you.”

"Proof? How to prove it?"

"Of course that's the proof."

Seeing that he was still lively and energetic, Zhao Qinghan wondered, "Weren't you still very tired just now?"

Chen Feng said with pride, "Man, how can you say you are tired?"

After the battle, Chen Feng waited for the other party to fall asleep, then took out his mobile phone and took a moment to look at the data of Journey to the West. Although there was no update for two days, the enthusiasm of book fans did not diminish at all, and the number of readers soared to hundreds of thousands.

"It's been two days, why hasn't the author updated?"

"The people upstairs didn't watch the live broadcast today. That guy is at the concert. Do you want to update it with your mind?"

"Oh, I have never felt so miserable."

"Seconded..."

Before going to bed, he took the time to look at the comment section. Most people were still urging for updates, but luckily everyone was understanding and didn't complain. This surprised him.

"..."

The next day, as soon as the crew finished work, Chen Feng couldn't wait to take Zhao Qinghan home. After arriving home, he sat down in front of the computer as soon as possible and updated ten chapters of Journey to the West in one go. Until he wrote the seventeenth chapter, Sun Xingzhe After all the fuss in Black Wind Mountain, I felt a little tired.

"Ten chapters are updated today, those book fans won't complain, right?"

Thinking of this, Chen Feng felt that as a time traveler, he was quite miserable. He promised to be a porter, but now the novel is being updated every day, and the filming of Mao Liang is also being updated. Is this horse riding a blessing?

He turned his head to look at Zhao Qinghan and saw that she was leaning leisurely on the sofa and shaking her head. She even felt that there was such a big gap between people.

"looking at what?"

"Huh? It's nothing. The two songs you sang at the concert yesterday were trending."

"Hey, why don't you just make a hot search? What's so weird about this." Chen Feng said lightly, but he sat down next to the other party honestly and turned his eyes towards her mobile phone.

What was playing on the screen was the excerpt of the ten-year song he sang on stage yesterday, followed by the famous scene of a man and a woman suffering.

Seeing him approaching, Zhao Qinghan simply put the phone into his hand, "You watch slowly, I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay." Chen Feng took the phone and waited for the video to finish playing before opening the comment area below.

"666, the audience all sang and cried, haha."

"I haven't seen you for a while. Has this guy released a new song?"

"Who is this person? The song is pretty good."

"Don't you know Chen Feng?"

"When will this guy hold a concert by himself? There are so many songs and he doesn't even have an album."

"Concert? I'm overthinking it. That guy is now writing novels and filming TV shows. He doesn't have time."

Seeing this comment, Chen Feng deeply agreed. Hold a concert? Forget it, I'm too tired and can't bear it anymore.

"..."

On the other side, Director Liu from Jiangsu and Zhejiang TV stations asked the middle-aged man in front of him, "Are you ready for the next program?"

That middle-aged man is Qian Jin, the director of the most popular reality show in China, (Run, Brother). When he heard Director Liu’s inquiry, he looked confused. “I had already prepared the script,” he said. It’s all written, but one of the artists has a last-minute announcement and can’t come.”

Director Liu said solemnly, "If you can't come, find someone to replace you immediately. Find someone with a relatively high-profile topic. Our TV station finally has a hit program. It must not be affected by any factors."

Director Qian nodded solemnly, "I have already thought about the candidate, but I don't know if he will agree. There is no more suitable person than that guy."

"Huh? Who?"

"Chen Feng, what do you think? This guy has been very popular since his debut and has a funny personality. And as far as I know, he has some conflicts with our resident guests. If we invite him here, It must be very topical.”

"Chen Feng?" Upon hearing the name, Director Liu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, it's him. You arrange it as soon as possible. If he doesn't agree, you throw money at him."

"Okay, don't worry, Director Liu."