People are in good spirits at happy events, when they are in a happy mood, everything is beautiful, and now Zhang Luo is like this, although he is quite full at dinner, but in the atmosphere of the bonfire party, he drank wine with Bardan and others, and before he knew it, it was already late at night, and there was a banquet in the world, everyone put out the fire, and waited to wake up to restore the lawn to its original state, and they went back to rest.

After Zhang Luo packed up his things, he returned to the tent and didn't chat in the live broadcast room all night, to be honest, Zhang Luo still missed it a little strangely. If there is no platform for the live broadcast room, maybe Zhang Luo will not have this opportunity to travel, although Zhang Luo said that he can travel while working, but how tiring it is.

Like in his previous life, although Zhang Luo also ran all over the country, but there was a job, and each city did not have time to visit well, so he changed to another city, sometimes he was in a hurry, and the time in the car was more than ten hours a day, and he had never been as calm as he is now, and he stayed in one place, and some were always fast-paced on the road, at work, and at rest.

opened the live broadcast room, put the notebook in front of him, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Friends, do you miss me!" Isn't it a wave of gifts? Zhang Luo made a cute expression.

"Rookie, as long as you dare not sing, the gift will be given now, don't pollute my ears." Said an audience member in a song named Rookie.

"I beg the rookie not to sing, mother, I'm about to scare the baby to death."

"Rookie, are you from the zoo? I don't think the animals in the zoo sing better than you. ”

"Anchor, where will you go tomorrow?" In front of the computer, the child in the wheelchair asked, rather than endure Zhang Luo's singing, he wants to know where Zhang Luo will go tomorrow, this day, except for eating, his eyes have never left the screen, although he can't see the world by himself, but with Zhang Luo on the screen, he is still very interested in watching the real world.

Looking at the delicious Tibetan meal, it is like a sea of flowers in a fairy tale world, a lively and lively bonfire party, everything is something he has never experienced, and it is a scene that often appears in his dreams, maybe the location is different, but what he wants is the feeling of Zhang Luo.

"Tomorrow morning, I will get up early, and if you have friends who can get up early, you are welcome to come with me to watch the sunrise, and when the sun rises, I hope I can watch it with you." Zhang Luo said wistfully.

"Anchor, kill me, I don't have any human rights to wake up at nine o'clock."

"I'm able to get up, but it's a pity that I have to go to work, forget it, get up a little early tomorrow, go to the bus with wifi, and wait for me."

"Rookie, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to sleep beautifully, but I want to see the scenery, what can I do?"

"Is it sleeping? Or sleep? Or sleep? ”

"Anchor, what time do you wake up, and what time are you broadcasting?" The child in a wheelchair asked, in his limited life of more than ten years, he had never climbed a mountain to watch the sunrise.

"You guys just get up at six, and I'll get up at four-fifty and spend an hour climbing the mountain behind me." Zhang Luo replied with a smile.

"Anchor, are you bragging, just now I checked the information and pictures, there is only one big snow mountain in Moon Bay, the snow does not melt all year round, an hour, or climbing in the dark, you fool me!" A viewer who claimed to be the data emperor said.

"Upstairs the Emperor of Truth, sit and watch the anchor get slapped in the face."

"Bang bang, just ask the anchor if it hurts."

"The anchor brags live and earns one million a month."

"The anchor boasted to the sky, earning one million a month."

"The anchor sings ugly, and he earns millions a month."

"The anchor gives birth to a monkey in a live broadcast, and earns a million a month."

Seeing that the floor was getting more and more crooked, Zhang Luo coughed and continued: "What I want to climb is not the snowy mountain, but the small hill behind my camping place, which can also be said to be a large lawn, and there is a viewing platform built at the highest point, where you can watch the sunrise, and you can also watch the golden light shining on the snow-capped mountain when the sunrise." ”

"Anchor anchor, let me get on the mic, let me get on the mic, the song you started singing, I've covered it, hurry up." An audience named Yuluo Xingchen is swiping the screen, because Yuluo Xingchen is also the old ashes level in Zhang Luo's live broadcast room, so Zhang Luo saw it, so he opened the No. 2 microphone and pulled him up.

"Hello everyone, I'm Xingchen, a third-year student at the Conservatory of Music, just when the anchor was singing, I recorded the anchor's performance, and then listened to it myself ten times, and restored the lyrics, after composing a new tune according to the anchor's tune, and now I sing it to everyone, thank you."

"I was amazed that the god was able to listen to the anchor's songs ten times, and I admired and admired him."

"The anchor's song can be listened to ten times, upstairs gods, don't explain."

"Upstairs talent, didn't you collapse?"

Looking at the words in the live broadcast room, Zhang Luo wanted to say something very much, it's not as ugly as you say, right? Didn't you see the applause? What a bunch of guys who don't know how to appreciate. I can only say this in my heart, if I really say it, I am afraid that the popularity of Zhang Luo's live broadcast room will change from tens of thousands of people to dozens of people in an instant, and Zhang Luo's singing voice is really not appreciated by ordinary people.

I saw the falling star, took out a guitar, and began to play and sing to myself: "The brightest star ...... in the night" (the lyrics will no longer be copied, otherwise it will be a word count.) ）

After singing the song, the live broadcast room instantly boiled.

"Are you sure you're singing the same song as the streamer?"

"Anchor, are you spicy**, does your mother know?"

"The anchor should stop singing in the future, otherwise Huaxia will come out at random, and compared to you, he will be a superstar."

"Are you sure that Yuluo Xingchen and the anchor are singing the same song?"

"The stars are so handsome, the song is so good."

"Instantly I feel like I want to abandon the anchor, such a good song, what kind of singer have you sung."

"Listening to this song, and then looking at the starry sky just now, I was instantly drunk." (The platform has replay and replay features that allow viewers who didn't come in at first to watch it from the beginning.) ）

"Anchor, I hate you, such a good song was almost ruined by you."

"Sure enough, the guy who played the game played the dish and sang unpleasantly." A viewer who prides himself on being great at singing games scoffed.

"Okay, okay, since I have to get up early tomorrow morning, so, today's live broadcast is here, I want to say goodbye to my friends, friends, we'll see you tomorrow." Seeing the audience who was about to explode in the live broadcast room, Zhang Luo wittily prepared to turn off the live broadcast, and after a day, there would not be so many denunciations, shouting: "I'm a gray wolf, I'll be back tomorrow, so I'll go wash and sleep." ”

Since Zhang Luo turned off the live broadcast, the audience who couldn't vent went to the forum in a group and posted a comparison between the two songs.

"Is this really the same song?"

"I'm scared to death baby, Nima, what the hell is singing in front of you."

"Actually, the first person read it very well, right? Why do you scold him? ”

"Are you sure it's reading, not singing?"

"Upstairs to the truth, the anchor is still reading very well."

"Is it really okay for you guys to do this? The first one is really good. ”

"The first one is a streamer? I'm also a dog. ”

"I, Zhao Ritian, am the first to disagree, so I can also be an anchor?"

"The first person to recite the song was a good person, and it gave me back my self-confidence."

"Little brother Ye Liangchen, thank you here."

"Find the anchor's address, and there will be a lot of thanks in the future."

As a result, the search for the most difficult singer program came from these dialogues on the forum, and a large number of strange things also appeared in the online program.

This sect is tolerant of sound, with the purpose of singing and spitting others, and then everyone on the Internet is avoiding it, not knowing when they will harm their ears.

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