The same thing is happening in a small town in the south, where Cancer, the world's "Zebra Zebra" storyteller, packed his bags last summer.

"Wait for me! I'll receive the award in the imperial capital! When I come back from the imperial capital in three days, no one can stop me from marrying you..."

Last summer, the Cancer packed his bags and walked out of the door and out of the staircase hole.

But his movements were frozen in the staircase hole!

Because, he suddenly found that he didn't have to worry about the rest of the matter at all!

Dense crowds stuffed the exit room of the staircase.....

"You guys, you ..... this"

Celebrate Cancer's glory as the prototype of Zebra Zebra last summer!

Cancer was an otaku last summer, and already a well-known otaku, at least in this small town, everyone in this neighborhood has known him for a long time.

The reason why I know him is because everyone knows that this is a very famous wandering singer in this small town, especially after he also got his wish and obtained the folk art certificate and successfully participated in the IMCS league, his fame in this small city is even greater.

Of course, the results of the IMCS league were not ideal, and Cancer was brushed down after not even passing the first round last summer, which really gave him a lot of excitement for a singer who just saw hope but fell to the ground.

At the same time, he became more and more humble, why was he humble, because he knew that she was deeply in love with a girl who lived next door to him, a girl with a prominent background, but because of emotional trauma, she was away from home.

He also mustered up the courage to confess to her, but the girl, who had never been able to get out of the emotional wound, rejected him with cold words.

"What are you going to do to support me? I'm very expensive! Not all actors can afford to raise me. ”

"I can sing! I will definitely get the folk art certificate! I will shine on IMCS! Li Youyang is my idol! I aim for him! Then raise you! Also, I am not an actor! I am a singer!"

"And then.... Well, I wish you good luck in your exams...."

The result was still very good, he got the folk art certificate, but he was eliminated in the first round of IMCS, and his promise to shine in the league was not fulfilled.

So, in the following days, although he knew that the girl still lived next door, he no longer dared to say that he liked the girl, and even staggered the time every day to let himself never see the girl again.

Because he really feels like he has become a play, a bastard who wants to eat swan meat, and in this mood, the only thing that can comfort him is that he still lives next door to the girl, although there is a wall, but there will still be a sense of happiness living together!

It's just that this kind of happiness is full of despair, and in this desperate happiness, he finally couldn't help but write this story, and then send it to Li Youyang's public mailbox.

And then ..... No then.

When Li Youyang's song "Zebra Zebra" was sung, he first cried as if he was handsome, and felt that Li Youyang's song was really in his heart, and then when he thought he should go to collect the prize and walk out of the room, it was already like this!

"Cancer! Cancer! Is it you! I love you! Zebra zebra! Sign me!"

"Mr. Cancer, last summer, I was the special reporter for First Music, can I interview you now, how did you write this song? Is it really that you like the girl next door? So is the girl next door still upstairs? Can you call her out and interview with her?",

"Zebra!

"I love you!

"If you want, our company will send a special car to send you to the imperial capital to receive the award, our company is.... Big Label"

"What kind of big label are you making trouble, come to our Chaoxing Company! Mr. Cancer! Our Chaoxing Company will send a special plane to send you to the imperial capital..."

“.......”

“.......”

So, in the next minute, Mr. Cancer boarded in a daze, and the helicopter with the logo of Chaoxing Group, the most famous large-scale milk manufacturer in China, roared towards the imperial capital.

Only the dense melon-eating crowd below was left behind, still excited.