"Love is like a tide, it's really a good song."

In a high school dormitory, there is a bunk bed.

Chen Wei, a senior high school student, looked at the laptop screen with unfulfilled intentions, then closed his eyes and held the head-mounted headphones with both hands.

Fragments flashed before my eyes.

He also has his own goddess, and he fell in love with him since the first meeting in the first year of junior high school. In the next three years of junior high school, his love for his goddess has not decreased at all!

It’s just a pity that he is a short and fat man. The goddess has changed several partners in six years, but she didn’t look at him more.

"The fat guy also has a world of emotional life!"

Chen Wei did not dare to confess his love. He was extremely humble in his heart. He did not dare to expect anything to happen to the goddess. He just wanted to look at the goddess from afar and protect her...

But now I am in my third year of high school and I am about to graduate!

When he goes his separate ways, his little ideal of protecting the goddess in his heart will be shattered!

At this moment, he accidentally heard the song "Love is like a Tide" in the live broadcast room.

Chen Wei also wanted to write a song for his goddess, but his own level was limited... The appearance of this song was really written into his heart every word, and he wrote it specifically for him. I wish we met too late!

"Divine Song! They are all things I want to say to the goddess! Hearing this song, this life is enough!"

When Yang Ming sang the first time, he didn't have time to record it, so when he sang the second time, he quickly clicked the recording button, but unfortunately, Yang Ming got off the line after half of the sing.

"This humble Xiao Ming must have the same mental journey as me when he wrote such a good song! He is such a confidant!"

Thinking of this, he recharged all his living expenses this month into balance, and then divided them into two transactions, half of which gave gifts to female anchor Dan'er, and half of which gave gifts to Yang Ming.

Then, quietly sent half of the song "Love Like a Tide" she recorded to the goddess as anonymous.

...

Chen Yidan was a little worried at this moment.

Beiwei Xiaoming said he wanted to sing it again, but half of the people ran away and went offline.

Now the fans in the live broadcast room stop doing it.

The gifts also stopped, and the fans vented their dissatisfaction. Yang Ming ran away, and the fans sent their dissatisfaction to Chen Yidan. Someone took advantage of the chaos to lead the rhythm, and the live broadcast room was in chaos!

"It's not reliable, you can leave after singing!" Chen Yidan wanted to beat Yang Ming.

"Don't worry, old friends in the live broadcast room. Humi Xiao Ming may have encountered some urgent matters and will come back after he finishes it."

What Chen Yidan regrets most now is that he did not take humble Xiao Ming seriously before and did not add the other party’s WeChat, so he is quite confused now.

She could only try her best to control the scene, hoping that Bei Wei Xiaoming would come back quickly. But after waiting for a while, Bei Wei Xiaoming still didn't come, and her emotions were a little out of control.

"When will the humble Xiaoming come? Anchor, please say something!"

"If you don't keep your word, even if you have something to do, can't you finish singing a song? The anchor colluded with him to deceive us fans with gifts!"

"Now we want to listen to the song!"

"Listen to the song! Did I just clean the sports car? I can't even hear a song for 500 yuan?"

"Refund money! Refund money! Refund money!"

Chen Yidan looked at the live broadcast room that was about to rebel and was completely confused. One or two people led the rhythm and blocked it. Now the live broadcast room is in chaos...

She gritted her teeth and closed the live broadcast room.

"It's quiet now." Chen Yidan looked at the numbers in the background and felt a little panicked again.

This live broadcast was the one with the most gifts she had in the two years of live broadcast. With the 3,000 yuan of humble Xiao Ming, she received a total of nearly 50,000 yuan in gifts in this live broadcast.

According to the sharing rules of Goddess Live Network, she can get 40%, which means nearly 20,000 yuan!

However, the money cannot be withdrawn. It will take 24 hours. If someone reports on himself in large quantities, the money will likely be locked!

"Humble Xiao Ming, you really killed me!"

Chen Yidan was a little crazy, it was all money! She frowned and thought about it, and thought of a way to remedy it.

The Goddess Live Room has a function, that is, the playback function!

"Don't you want to listen to music? I'll let you listen enough!" Chen Yidan started to work hard and quickly edited the first full singing of the humble Xiao Ming, including the dialogue with him.

Then she put this paragraph on the homepage of her live broadcast so that all fans can click in to watch this paragraph.

"Love is like a tide", singer Huwei Xiao Ming."

After Chen Yidan finished all this, he felt that he was missing something. He thought of Yang Ming's image again, "Huwei Xiaoming is not domineering enough, please change it. Singer: Masked Singing God (Huwei Xiaoming)!"

...

At this moment, Yang Ming had already driven a sports car to the outer ring road for a while. If he hadn't watched the fuel tank get less and less, he would have been driving overnight.

"I'm hungry, a box of instant noodles won't resist hunger."

Yang Ming searched through the original owner's memory and found that there was a roadside stall that tasted good, and it was cheap and affordable.

Not long after, the black supercar stopped beside the nameless stall in the small food street.

Although it was already past ten o'clock, the business here was pretty good. A large area of ​​temporary tables and chairs were placed in the open air, and many young people were eating, drinking and chatting here.

"Boss, let's have a fried noodles with red flower!"

Yang Ming got out of the car and shouted, and sat down casually.

As soon as he arrived, his car immediately attracted the attention of diners on the scene.

"Damn it, I drove a supercar to eat on the street stall! A rich second generation! Niu Pi!"

"What brand is this? I haven't seen it before, I feel that it looks cool and amazing!"

"Uneducated, this is called Bugatti! There are tens of millions of dollars per unit!"

"Damn! Damn! A sports car of tens of millions!"

"Brother, are you a Bugatti Veyron or a Chiron? Not cheap, right?"

Yang Ming is also a lively person, and he said something about other people's kind questions, "It's not Veyron or Chiron, this is an upgraded Divo."

Someone immediately took out his mobile phone to check the information, and he was stunned when he saw it, "Damn it! There are only 40 units in the world, and they were booked out as soon as they were unveiled. There is only one in China. After tax deduction, the landing price is 100 million! This is enough to buy a plane!"

"A supercar of 100 million yuan per unit! The only one in China! This is too exaggerated!" The diners couldn't even close their mouths.

Yang Ming felt relieved when he heard the crowd of exclamations, but his face looked calm and gentle, "I mean, it's mainly fun."

"This is pretty meaningful." The diners were almost fainting. This guy was too good at pretending.

"I thought you rich people would only go to Michelin restaurants! I didn't expect that like us, I would eat the dirty stalls on the roadside!" A young girl wearing a denim top was full of stars in her eyes.

Yang Ming fiddled with chopsticks and laughed, "Actually, those high-end restaurants are just like that, not as delicious as the fried noodles here! And those places are too rules, not like here. You have to live a free life!"
Chapter completed!