Orewa made a mistake.

When the second round of the competition for "Singing Songs" began and the voting channel opened, he found that the rules he had set for the event could not be carried out.

After more than two months of playing, "Singing Loudly" has gained a very high popularity on the Internet.

He underestimated his online reach and the number of people who watched the game live.

All the fan groups in Wagangzhai are full, whether it is a group, they are all screenshots of the screen, and even the background of the WeChat public account has been blown up, under his verified Weibo, and in the barrage in the live broadcast room, the screen is full of abuse against him.

Countless people believe that Orewa cannot fulfill the promise of millions of cash red envelopes, and they all think that Orewa is playing fans like monkeys.

In fact, it does.

Tens of thousands of people have made the work of statistics and red envelope distribution completely impossible to complete.

Orewa obviously didn't expect the situation to develop to such an uncontrollable point, obviously panicked, and apologized to fans again and again in the live broadcast room, but still didn't know how to solve the crisis.

At the same time, Friday, as the first player to appear in the final round, not only did not have more votes than Song Yuzhe, but was thrown away a small distance.

On the Internet, the most difficult thing to control is to bring rhythm, because the rhythm of netizens will never follow the direction of event planning, and will definitely run more and more until it is uncontrollable.

Now Orewa is in a very bad situation, looking at this trend, he is very likely to take out a million, and in the end it will not end well, and in the end, there is a high probability that Friday will lose to Song Yuzhe in the final round.

It was only at this moment that Orewa really realized that even if he was already at the top of the online live broadcast world, his appeal was still very limited compared to real stars.

He took out a million in a hurry, and it was better for those celebrities to post on Weibo.

In fact, he was really panicked, which is why he was so arrogant. His opponents are not one star, but several. Although there are no first-tier stars, the fan base of second-tier stars is also very large.

Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more uncontrollable, those die-hard fans of Orewa began to get anxious, and they pulled out a group separately and began to urgently discuss countermeasures.

Orewa no longer cares about watching the live broadcast of the game at this time, and is watching the die-hard fans come up with one bad idea after another, and the desire in his heart to be recognized by the public is getting stronger and stronger.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

He took the phone and looked at it in distraught, and was stunned.

At this time, what is Zhen Youcai looking for him?

"Hey?" said Orewa's voice with exhaustion.

"Old Ou, you're too immature in doing this. Then you don't care, just pay for it, and I'll arrange the rest. ”

"What do you want to do?" Orewa straightened up.

Zhen Youcai sighed softly, and his voice was unprecedentedly low: "I am a dirty person, and you and Jingxin are destined to be stars." All you have to do is enjoy the flowers and applause, and I'll do the dirty work!"

At the same time, Friday was already standing on the stage of the pinnacle showdown in the finals of "Singing Loudly", singing their last song in this competition.

Liu Jingxin stood in the center of the stage with his big G on his back, surrounded by gorgeous lights, and was also watched by countless eyes. He looked at the crowd under the stage, saw the parents sitting in the front of the ordinary seat, and saw Tong Wenxuan and Sun Guomin sitting in the VIP seat.

He didn't know how fierce the online voting war had become, and he didn't know that Orewa had fallen into a great predicament in order to canvass for him. He is on stage now, and all he can do is enjoy the stage and sing his heart that he longs to be heard.

"The next song is our own song. This song was written two years ago, when we couldn't see tomorrow, couldn't see the future, and gave up on each other painfully. Today I'm going to relive that day when I couldn't see the sun, but I've changed the song to be less painful. I want to laugh and finish singing this song. The name of the song is "Fuck off!"

The original version of the song, with only a roaring chorus, was in English. As the last song written before the disbandment and reorganization of Friday in the early days, it is full of negative energy, and listening to it will not make people feel irritable, but will only feel very depressed, and even feel Liu Jingxin's confusion and pain from it.

Such a song is put on the Internet, and it is still the original of an underground band, so naturally it will not be popular with anyone.

This time, Liu Jingxin recreated the song, which must have brought a different feeling.

Under the light, Liu Jingxin slowly played the prelude, his eyes slightly closed, recalling the night the band disbanded.

In the dark, he saw himself who was drunk to the point of amnesia, punching and kicking the air, and when he saw his embarrassed self, his face showed a bitter smile.

"Put down that guitar, let go of the strings, put it on the pouch, and what if you want to play it later?"

Let go of those brothers, remember to leave your number, add WeChat, get together occasionally, and only talk about work and life.

Painful people are stubborn, confused people are naïve, and crazy people have no value.

Looking back many years later, only the fool is still holding on. ”

All the instruments sounded at this time, Liu Jingxin opened his eyes, pinched the chords with his left hand, and strummed the strings with his right hand.

"Fuck off, dream! I can only grow without you.

The boiling blood will eventually cool down, and the clenched fist should be released.

Fuck off, dreams, you can only give me a naïve look.

Lie to me to wander through the abyss, but don't tell me where the lies ahead!"

Some of the people in the audience pursed their lips, some pinched the hem of their trousers, some raised their hands to cover their mouths, and some were already in tears.

Whether it is from the melody or the lyrics of this song, people can clearly feel the emotions contained in it.

How many people have had dreams since they were teenagers, but in the end they gradually changed their appearance in life?

Who doesn't have dreams? But who still holds on to their dreams?

The paintbrush cracks when it is put on the damp, the guitar is deformed when it is put on the neck, a pair of sneakers can't be worn out for a year, and many dreams of the past can only be taken out with regret on the wine table for a glass of wine and a few peanuts.

Most people's dreams are not meant to be realized. It can dream, it can think, that's all.

Liu Jingxin lowered his head and swept the strings hard, as if he was full of unwillingness.

Zhang Xun played the interlude Solo, and the notes were full of unwillingness and powerlessness, full of resentment, but laughing and compromising.

"Don't! Don't! Don't! Don't leave me!"

After Solo, it was the harmony of the whole team on Friday, and these rough men who didn't sing were already crying in their voices at this time.

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