“i'm?sure that we'll all miss her so。 ”

"I'm sure we're all going to miss the planet a lot. ”

Cao Wu took off the microphone and pointed it at the audience, and all the Rockets fans sang the lyrics together: "It's the final countdown!"

In the audience, a sea of crimson lit up, which was the jerseys taken off by the fans, waving in the air!

"It's?the final countdown!" Cao Wu put the microphone to his lips.

"the?final countdown!" the audience sang along to him!

“the?final countdown！ho~~o~~！”

Cao Wu tucked the microphone into his trouser pocket, and at the same time felt out the pick, or clicked or plucked, and a burst of rapid and bright guitar solo appeared.

Batu's drumbeat is always so consistent that it never goes wrong.

Lele's bass is like steel bar, and its power is deep.

As soon as the solo stopped, the raging synth riff took over again, and the powerful live appeal was unmatched!

At the end of the song, the audience seemed to be flooded with infinite power, cheering and jumping, waving their jerseys, someone bit the beer they brought, pressed the bottle with their thumbs, shook it vigorously, and sprayed a large beer rain, and the scene seemed to start a grand party.

"Do you want more?" Cao Wu raised the microphone and asked the audience.

"Yes!"

"Do you want more?" he held up the microphone again!

"Yes!"

"What do you want?"

"Music!"

"No!" Cao Wu raised a finger and shook it: "What you want is victory!"

The audience was stunned for a moment before bursting into a burst of laughter and cheers.

"Yay, we're going to win!"

"Victory, victory!" Cao Wu patted the microphone, and a dull roar came out, pacing back and forth like a male lion patrolling the hunting ground.

Microphone lines scattered at his feet, and the audience began to shout along with him.

"Victory! Victory!"

"That's right!" he turned around, "This song is for the pistons from afar! They won't be able to sleep tonight! Because the Sandman will keep whispering in their ears about their defeat today!

Plucking the strings, the simple riff melody repeats, Batu gently taps the cymbal, and as Cao Wu's feet twist, the effect emits a strange distorted sound, and Batu's heavy drum beat joins in.

Lele shook his body, and the low and powerful bass monotone gradually increased, which was combined with Batu's drum beat with great precision, forming a huge impact, so that everyone's heart couldn't help but beat with this rhythm!

Batu's drumsticks swung and opened wide, and beads of sweat fell on the skin of the drumsticks, which were bounced up, and then smashed into a splash by the rapidly falling drumsticks.

Knock knock~~!!

The drum beat became heavier and heavier, as if pressing on everyone's chest, and even breathing was a little difficult, especially those Pistons fans.

Because the song was given to them.

“say your prayers little one，”

"Pray, little one,"

“don't fcomet， my son，”

"Don't forget, my child,"

“to include everyone。 ”

"Pray for everyone. ”

With ferocious lyrics and violent melodies, Pistons fans feel intimidated!

“tuck you in， warm within，”

"Wrap yourself in the warm quilt,"

“keep you free from sin，”

"Delivers thee from sins,"

“till the sandman he comes。 ”

"Until the Sandman invades. ”

“sleep with one eye open，”

"Open one eye when you sleep,"

“gripping your pillow tight，”

"Hold on to your pillow tightly. ”

“exit: light！”

"Retreat: Daylight!"

The four members of the Black Hole Band sang loudly.

“enter: night！”

"Arrival: Night!"

This is the response of the fans in the audience who have listened to the Black Hole album.

“take my hand，”

"Hold my hand,"

“we're off to never-never land！”

"We're going to get out of here and head to the Fantasy Realm!"

The satellite camera faithfully transmitted the picture signal back to China, and transmitted it to thousands of households through the sports channel.

"Wow!!Cao Wu is so handsome!" Holding a pen, a high school student stood in front of the TV and drooled.

"Alright, I'm done listening to the song, go back to my homework!" his dad started to chase people.

"Dad, please, buy me a guitar!"

"Do you think I'm going to be fooled? The skateboard I bought for you last time, I went out to skate once, and I put it under the bed to get ashes!"

"That's different! I'm embarrassed to slip again because I fell a dog in front of Xiaoli, if you buy me a guitar, I promise to practice at home and then go out to show off!"

"When will you be able to take the top ten in your grade, let me show off first!"

"Really, just say yes!"

"Hey, are you really going to take the top 10 grades? The sun is really coming out in the west, okay! I'll promise you, I'll buy you the top 10 in your grade once you take the exam!"

"Really, yes, Dad, you're amazing!

"This stinky boy ......"

At the same time, the Black Hole Band's official bib is also being hotly discussed about the Black Hole Band's performance.

"There are too few shots for me to give Jia Lele! ”

"I really want to go and listen to it!"

"When are you going to be out there, come back for a concert!"

Under Cao Wu's personal scarf, many fans are also commenting on the screen.

"Brother Cao Wu is so handsome!"

"I just watched the live broadcast, Brother Cao Wu's live performance is too stable!"

"That guitar solo really exploded!"

"You're the brightest!"

"There's a black fan upstairs, report him!"

On the VIP seat, Xiao Guo was holding Cao Wu's mobile phone, taking a few close-up live photos, and with the selfie taken by Cao Wu before the stage, he formed a group of nine-square grids and sent a message out.

followed Cao Wu and them to rehearse and perform every day, he was tired of listening to them, and after posting the news, he swiped comments and private messages with great interest.

When he encounters an interesting comment, he will reply with two sentences, and occasionally a new fan will cheer and be pleasantly surprised that he has been flopped.

And those old fans ridiculed: Are you bald or Xiao Guo?

Interacting with fans is also one of Xiao Guo's jobs, and compared with Cao Wu, he is more like the owner of this Weibo.

After the performance, Cao Wu and the others did not return to their seats to continue watching the game, but left the venue in a hurry, and they were going to the next publicity location.

Because of the loss of Colombia's propaganda channels, Xinghai Culture can only find its own way to organize propaganda.

There is no foundation in the United States, and the Black Hole Band can only find a way from the Chinese American crowd.

These days, they've been to Chinatowns in six cities for roadshows.

Although they are popular in China, their popularity is still lower in the United States.

Although Chinatown is mainly Chinese, many of them are old overseas Chinese who have immigrated for a long time, and they don't recognize the Black Hole Band at all.

However, many young Chinese Americans are more familiar with them, which is also due to the development of the Internet, it is very convenient for young people in the two countries to transmit information on the Internet, and idols tend to be diversified.