It's a pity that there is a classic passage similar to Guankou at the end, and Eunuch Wang Gao, the bird horse household bone, was not able to appreciate it for the first time.

But it doesn't matter!

It will definitely be on fire, they can see and hear it!

The three of them took Youniao to the hospital together. Although Ye Heying's assistant and manager even said no, it would be troublesome because there were so many people, but the three of them were still very loyal. It would be better than staying and continuing to watch the live broadcast and get scolded, right?

Fortunately, I had a heart attack again, otherwise I wouldn't have an excuse to leave.

However, the more than 10 million viewers in the live broadcast room and the celebrity artists who were not too big a fan of the excitement were in for a treat.

The word love has a heart and good intentions

There are also thousands of bad things in every kind of love

Not everything that is good for a woman is good

And the needle on the wasp's tail

European Steel in the west has a boss

Wittgenstein

He said that Mahu donkey and bird chicken

Is that horse a donkey, a donkey, or a chicken?

That donkey is a chicken, that chicken is a donkey, that chicken is a donkey, that donkey is a chicken

There is another bird in Namahu

It is the fundamental problem of our humanity

At this time, the entire Shudu Conservatory of Music was plunged into a sea of ​​carnival, and the students were singing in chorus: "That mahu doesn't know he is a donkey, and that bird doesn't know she is a chicken..."

Even the younger teachers joined in, which was really refreshing.

You must know that Zhou Le is the pride of this school. He is even better than Li Chunyu. He sang original works and won four talent show awards.

Those few scolded Zhou Le and Fan Shuangshuang, and all the teachers and students at Shudu Conservatory of Music were furious.

The three in Zhou Le's dormitory were the happiest, shouting loudly that Le Shen was awesome and extremely excited.

The fourth child, Lin Zihao, has a different focus: "Sister Shuang is so beautiful~"

Zhao Qi joked: "What does Sister Shuangmei have to do with you?"

Lin Zihao: "I want to make my debut too! I want to be a singer who sleeps with female stars! It doesn't cost anything!"

Zhang Chong: "I want it too!"

Zhao Qi and Lin Zihao looked at the ceiling. Direliba's poster had disappeared without a trace, and now it was Sun Zuer's. Because Zhang Chong found that Direliba's relationship with Zhou Le seemed unclear, so he decisively empathized.

Don't fall in love, this time I specially picked someone who is young and looks pure and beautiful.

Sun Zuer is only seventeen years old, well, safe.

Lin Zihao complained: "With all due respect, Brother, your ceiling might be a prophecy board!"

Zhao Qi nodded: "Yes! Sun Zuer and the boss participated in The Masked Singer together."

Zhang Chong touched his head and felt a green light: "..."

In the live broadcast room, Fan Shuangshuang had laughed enough and came back to sit next to Zhou Le. Although she did not continue to laugh, her expression was still wonderful, her eyes were perverse and her eyebrows were dancing, she was proud~

snort!

Let you bully me!

I, Fan Shuangshuang, only have Zhou Le who I can bully, and I can bully her however I want.

She took her mobile phone to read in Douyin, with the sound turned off. She mainly read the comments and enjoyed double the happiness.

Comment:

"Too high!"

"I can cycle all day long and relieve my qi!"

"One word, absolutely!"

"I am willing to call it the best divine song of 2015!"

"A bigger picture, the best divine comedy in the 21st century!"

"The artistic content of this song is really high."

"I am still the best at showing off~"

"The Chicken God is going crazy."

"It feels so good to scold! It feels so good to hear!"

"Even more explosive than the last one!"

"Wittgenstein has come out haha~"

"Who is Werther?"

"This last section has been sublimated, and the pattern has suddenly taken shape."

"It has risen to the level of philosophy haha~"

"I'm so angry..."

“The last suona is so joyful!!”

Here, Zhou Le is drinking water from Direliba's thermos cup, his head shaking. He also likes the tune of this suona, and he plays it himself.

He did all the arrangement, accompaniment, synthesis, and mixing of today's song by himself, but he hired someone to help remotely.

Fan Shuangshuang finally remembered her duty today, which was to help Zhou Le read comments and then ask questions and interact with her. However, the first two songs made her unable to stop laughing, so she did not really fulfill her duties.

She asked: "Some netizens asked Witt who he is?"

Zhou Lekepei said: "Wittgenstein is a philosopher, and his father is a European steel giant. Wittgenstein has a famous saying - when lying is beneficial to yourself, why tell the truth?"

Only then did Fan Shuangshuang understand something: "It's because I'm uneducated. So, some people deliberately lie, slander, and frame things just for profit, right?"

Zhou Le laughed and said: "A donkey can't lay on an egg, and a chicken can't pull a mill. It's still your motto, what's false can't be true, and what's true can't be false."

Fan Shuangshuang picked another comment: "Some netizens said that many lyrics don't understand what they mean. Can you explain it?"

Zhou Le turned back to the first line of the lyrics and showed it to everyone - the Rakshasa Kingdom is twenty-six thousand miles eastward.

"Read more! You will understand naturally."

He didn't want to translate it. This kind of awesome work would be meaningless if dissected. It was better to retain a sense of mystery and let others guess and think about it.

Fan Shuangshuang: "Some netizens say that you are a really accurate swordsman..."

Zhou Le: "Who did I kill?"

"You're not scolding..."

"No! Don't over-interpret this song, including the previous song. What I sing are all stories from the Chinese Studio. I've already told you that today's theme is about Chinese characters from the Chinese Studio."

"What's the new story?"

"Ah! It's a story about a scumbag... It is said that during the Zhengde period of the Dynasty, there was a winter-resistant tree growing in the Qing Palace in Laoshan, Shandong. In the middle of winter, the ice and snow were floating, and the green trees and red flowers, red and white, complemented each other, and the atmosphere was frosty.

Snow……"

Fan Shuangshuang felt bored because Zhou Le really started telling stories again, and it was still a story about a scumbag.

A poor scholar with a wife at home accidentally met a pair of stunningly beautiful flower demons. He then ran after them and wrote obscene poems to seduce them. After seducing one of them, he slept with them the same day and even let them sleep.

This one went and brought the other one, but the other one was still alive and dead, and the scholar was still a little angry...

Fan Shuangshuang blushed a little as she listened. There are such scumbags in every era. They are shameless and proud of themselves.

The audience in the live broadcast room didn't like to hear stories either, and they were clamoring for new songs.

Zhou Leli ignored it and just talked about Liaozhai.

By this time, it had been almost an hour since Zhou Le started broadcasting. As the first two songs were recorded and forwarded to other platforms by netizens, more viewers came. They all wanted to hear Zhou Le sing and curse, but they heard

He was telling stories from Liaozhai and felt very bored.

In the yard of the B&B in Nanhai, six old fast men fell into boredom and waiting after experiencing the joyful venting just now. They still wanted to listen and couldn't stop at all.

This kind of song has never happened before in history. Zhou Le created a precedent.

Zhang Jin used a spoon to dig out the mud in the yard: "Why do you think he is so awesome?"

Lu Huji was digging in the mud on the other side: "Hey, hey, hey~ Leshen is not called "Le Shen" for nothing. What is the most important four words in the Chinese music world? It is Le!"

After drinking too much, they decided to dig a tunnel underneath.

Wang Yuexin fell asleep leaning on the chair, snoring like thunder.

Su Xing secretly took photos with his mobile phone. He has also recently become obsessed with Douyin and created an account to update vlogs on it.

Chen Chusheng and Wang Zhengliang were drinking wine: "Ah? He didn't ask you for help in this creation?"
To be continued...