Chapter 33: Sing Your Fucking Song!

Seeing the support from Zifeng Senior High School, a faint warmth appeared in Lin Qingyi's heart, and then he sank his consciousness into the system. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Congratulations to the host! Reach 50,000 followers and reward 1 exchange point!"

"Congratulations to the host! Reach 60,000 followers and reward 1 exchange point!"

……

"Congratulations to the host! Reach 100,000 followers and reward 1 exchange point!"

As soon as he entered the system, five system prompts sounded in a row, which made Lin Qingyi pleasantly surprised: "In just one day, I have reached 100,000 fans?

Although she had a hunch that her fan value had exceeded 50,000, now seeing the results still brought her a huge surprise, and she actually doubled!

100,000!

In his previous life, he was just an otaku and had been unknown, but now it's only been a day, and he has 100,000 fans, which can be regarded as a good start!

"Huh, my attention has increased to more than 40,000?"

Soon, Lin Qingyi found that his attention had also reached 43459, and there was a hint behind that if the attention reached 100,000, he would complete a hidden task and get a mysterious prize at random!

"100,000!"

Lin Qingyi licked her delicate red lips, and looked at the number of online people in the live broadcast room displayed in the background of the live broadcast, which had reached more than 1.2 million, and it was still growing!

This time, the major anchors on the whole platform besieged her, everyone brought a large number of fans, coupled with the special effects of the 'sports car', which caused a grand occasion of millions of onlookers, which simply built a huge stage for her!

If Lin Qingyi performs well next, there will naturally be a lot of passers-by who will turn fans, and when the time comes, will it still be a matter of 100,000 attention?

Thinking of this, Lin Qingyi was full of motivation.

"Well, exchange the skills first! Now it's suitable for the beginner singing skills!"

Lin Qingyi immediately found the interface of the system mall in the system and selected the [Elementary Singing] skill.

"Is the host sure to redeem the [Beginner Singing] skill?"

"Sure!"

"Deduct 5 exchange points, congratulations to the host!

In a series of system prompts, Lin Qingyi exchanged the [Elementary Singing] skill in his hand.

"What is the anchor broadcasting?"

"6666!

“23333!”

As soon as someone came in, they saw the seductive picture of Lin Qingyi licking his lips with his head down, and the chickens froze instantly, sending out some unclear numbers.

"Wang Zihao, don't masturbate! If you masturbate again, you're going to be scrapped!

"No! Everyone, come and help me! My body seems to be hollowed out, and I can't hold on!"

"It's so cool that I hurry up and drink a bottle of 82-year-old Sprite!"

On the other side of the live broadcast room, Yunxi ignored all kinds of nonsense in the barrage, looked at the screen and smiled faintly: "Next, I will bring you a classic folk song......"

Before she finished speaking, a group of water friends at the beginning of Yun Jiajun in the live broadcast room began to frantically swipe the screen: "Yunxi, sing your mother's song!

"That's it, sing your fucking song!"

……

"Sing your fucking song!"

What is the situation? Some sailors and anchors who don't know the truth in the live broadcast are dumbfounded!

Aren't these Yun Jiajun loyal fans of Yunxi? Why are they still scolding her?

"Could it be that this is the strategy of the brush anchor Lin Qingyi, who installed some inside lines, turned back before the battle, and affected Yunxi's on-site performance?

Some people only thought that they understood the truth of the matter, and when they looked at Lin Qingyi, they became even more jealous.

This is not over yet, and some other Yun Jiajun are not convinced: "Sing her father's song! Sing her father's song!"

Yunxi looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and her pretty face was full of embarrassment.

'Sing your mother's song', if someone usually says that, isn't it just scolding?

This is the first point, and the second point, Yunxi's parents are well-known folk singers in the country.

Her father's name is Yun Qiusheng, a famous tenor singer, a national first-class actor, and her mother's name is Wang Yue, who is also a famous soprano singer and a national first-class actor.

Yunxi, as a second-generation star, can imagine the huge pressure, from childhood to adulthood, she not only lives under the starlight, but also lives in the shadow of her parents.

It's because I don't want to live like that under the arrangement of my parents, so Yunxi came to Aiwan TV to start a live broadcast when his friends and relatives were opposed.

In this difficult live broadcast process, she experienced abuse, but she persevered with a tenacious heart that did not admit defeat, and finally, when the rookie anchor period was about to end, with the fanatical support of loyal fans, she finally climbed into the top ten rookie anchors.

This is a proof of her own strength and hard work, but at this time, she was stepped on by a 'brush'!

Therefore, the anger in Yunxi's heart can be imagined!

"Next, I will bring you a song "The Bright Red Sun of the Motherland Never Sets"!

Yunxi's tone was firm and authentic.

This song is grandiose, the voice is high, and the patriotic tone is high.

The important thing is that she once participated in a children's singing contest, and it was with this song that she won the first prize!

I believe that at this time, singing this song can play extraordinarily, defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, and establish the prestige of the goddess of folk songs!

"Okay!

"I love listening to this song!"

"Yun Jiajun, brush up the gifts!"

Although Yun Jiajun fought over the anchor singing that song before, he still spared no effort to support Yunxi.

"They have local tyrants, and we have them too! Baiyun trench, let's get a sports car!"

The people of the Yun family army began to coax.

"Yes! Baiyun trench! We don't lose if we lose!"

"Shoot a shot!"

……

"Scare them!"

"Okay, brothers, I'll make a shot! Later, you can also make a shot on the black soil!

Yun Jiajun-Bai Yun saw that his brothers were encouraging him to send a sports car, and he was finally said to be enthusiastic.

"Yun Jiajun-Baiyun gave the anchor a sports car, open the treasure chest, everyone go and grab the love!"

"Okay! Bai Yunhao has spoken, Xiao Hei will also give it a shot!"

Soon, a sports car once again sped through the middle of the screen, with a small tail.

Yun Jiajun-Heitu also sent a sports car: "Yunjiajun-Heitu gave the anchor a sports car, open the treasure chest, everyone go and grab love!"

"The White Cloud Trench and the Black Earth Trench are mighty!"

"Sister Yunxi is invincible!"

"The Yun family army is invincible!"

The Yun family army in the live broadcast room began to cheer.

"Hey, I said, is there something wrong with the people of this Yun Jiajun, giving gifts to our anchors, and they are still so happy?"

At this moment, Brother Long sent out a colorful barrage in a strange way.

The others also looked weird, aren't Yunxi and Lin Qingyi opponents now? Why did the Yun family army send gifts to support the enemy? Could it be that they all have a hole in their brains?

After everyone in the Yun family army understood the truth, they were also enthusiastic and cool, and their faces were full of regret: "Damn! We forgot! This is not in Sister Yunxi's live broadcast room, Sister Yunxi can't receive the gift she swipes!"

A thousand grass and mud horses galloped through in everyone's hearts! At the critical moment, the Yun family army actually made such a big oolong!

Brush gifts to support opponents?

Two thousand oceans!

Suddenly, the Yun Jiajun, who was originally enthusiastic and imposing, instantly withered after this farce!