Liu Zheng dragged all the equipment he rented from the music store to the gate of Yida Plaza.

Looking at the bustling crowd, his heart was sad.

Thinking about him Liu Zheng, a dignified seven-foot man and a patient with multiple personalities, he killed a wanted criminal, punched a Qing court killer, and talked and laughed with the last martial artist, what Hong Kong policeman Ah San, he can beat ten with one hand.

As a result, now you have to sing in public, which is nothing, and street performers are also a legitimate profession.

The point is, he doesn't have all five tones!

Since he was a child, he was the first to be excluded from all large and small choruses.

When he performs his talents, he is always the one who applauds at the bottom.

When he was in college, he once joined a choir and wanted to change his life.

Then, less than a week later, the head of the Tibetan regiment with pigtails gently persuaded him to try it out of the military band next door.

The only thing Liu Zheng is glad about is that ordinary people should not be able to beat him.

He gritted his teeth, walked to the area dedicated to street performers, and set up the equipment.

Actually, there is no equipment, just a microphone and a speaker.

"Heroic in the face of thousands of waves, blood is like the red sun." The first is of course "Men Should Be Self-Improvement", which he is very familiar with.

I have to say that the incredible experience during this period of time has greatly exercised Liu Zheng's face.

In the past, he was so foreign in front of the public, and he couldn't do it if he killed him.

Of course, his pitch is rotten, but his lung capacity is really good, and even the background music in the square is suppressed by his broken gong voice.

Several older people directly covered their hearts.

He quickly lowered the volume, lest the live performance become a live murder.

According to the custom, street singers usually put a piano case or hat to throw money at people.

But Liu Zheng didn't really want to make money, so he didn't prepare.

Besides, it's good if the audience doesn't call the police, how can they give tips.

"The steel pot, in the cold rain to repair the scoop pot." Not to mention, after accepting this setting, Liu Zheng sang more and more coolly.

Just like those who beat to death and refuse to eat crayfish, once they eat it for the first time, there will be countless times.

"I, Liu Zheng, am also a person with musical dreams." The eyes of the powerful singer Liu Zheng seem to light up with dreams.

"Mr. Liu?" Mo Gui carried a bag and looked at him with a questioning expression.

extinguished, Liu Zheng's musical dream was extinguished in an instant, and he looked at Mo Gui with his mouth open, not knowing what to say.

"Dr. Qin asked you to do it again." Mo Gui looks like I know it.

"Yes, yes, Director Qin forced me to come." Charged me so much for the consultation, it's not too much to help me carry a few pots, Liu Zheng thought silently in his heart.

"That's... You come on. I'll take the students to see it when I have time, I haven't seen you for a few days, and they miss you a lot. Coach Mo Gui made a gesture of encouragement, I have to say, it's really cute when I'm not training.

"No, really, not really." Liu Zheng shouted in his heart.

"Thank you, everyone is welcome to come and cheer, what you want to hear directly." It's really becoming worldly, is this the price of pretending to be forced in the mission world?

Liu Zheng sighed.

Mo is gone, and Liu Zheng is quite open without acquaintances.

"I'm a little green dragon, little green dragon, and I have many little secrets, little secrets." Liu Zheng turned on the mode of ruining childhood.

"Mr. Liu? Looks like you've been in a good mood lately. However, there are a lot of acquaintances today, and Dr. Qin has changed into casual clothes, holding a little girl in his hand, and is looking at him with a smile.

"Coach Mo said that street singing is very good for exercising lung capacity." It is also possible to throw the pot in a loop.

"Really? Then I'll have to give you a call. Dr. Qin was about to pull out his phone.

"No, really, not really." Liu Zheng refused to go three times.

"Xiaorui, would it be good to give a bottle of yogurt to my uncle?" Dr. Qin teased his daughter.

"Okay~ Uncle, give you a drink grandma." The little girl took a bottle of yogurt and handed it to Liu Zheng with her own hands.

"It's so good, Xiaorui is so good-looking, and Dr. Qin is really blessed." Liu Zheng touched the little girl's head with tears.

"Hehe, then Mr. Liu has fun, let's go first." Dr. Qin waved goodbye.

Liu Zheng smiled on his face, MMP in his heart, he only had a few acquaintances in total, and he actually met two of them today, and he was also a ghost.

Fortunately, I didn't meet any more acquaintances later, and ended my day's singing life uneventfully.

Because of the lack of control rate of the real body, he can't accurately judge how much the nerve reaction speed has increased, and can only roughly judge that it has indeed increased.

However, it is enough to confirm that it is effective, and the specific increase can also be confirmed by entering the dream gladiatorial arena.

The next day, Liu Zheng came to Yida Plaza again and found that the good seat had been robbed.

It doesn't matter if it's anything else, but the reward effect is linked to the level of excitement. Change to a remote place, and in the end the reward becomes worse, that is not a blood loss.

Liu Zheng walked up to the singer and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, let's discuss something." ”

The singer was debugging the equipment, raised his head impatiently, and was about to choke a few words, but Liu Zheng's smooth muscle lines made him smile shyly: "What's the matter, brother." ”

"That's right, I've been of great use to this seat for the past two days. Can you help, I'll make you up the money. Liu Zheng showed a kind smile.

"Brother, I'm here to perform on the bus, not to make money, but to make my music dream." The young man in the cap looked insulted.

"Is a thousand enough?" Liu Zheng's "money ability" is becoming more and more proficient.

"I thought about it, it's the same wherever I go to pursue my dreams." The dream youth quickly unloaded the equipment and changed places.

Liu Zheng smiled with satisfaction, plugged in his equipment, and started his Wang Feng special show.

Those disgusted, disgusted, or desperate eyes no longer embarrassed him, and he even felt a little boring and boring.

Until, "Brother Zheng, what are you doing here?" Xia Guan hugged a family bucket and looked at him in amazement.

"I..." has a bottom line in life, and he is unwilling to lie to Xia Guan.

"Needless to say, Brother Zheng, I understand." Xia Guan's eyes were full of sympathy and understanding, and he put the large glass of Coke in his hand in front of Liu Zheng.

"Come on!" Xia Guan resolutely turned his head and shed two lines of heroic tears.

"You know a hammer! I don't know what you've made up in your brain, but it's definitely not what you think! ”

Liu Zheng closed his eyes in despair, he had a hunch that this would become the black history of his life.

However, the boy who pursues his musical dream will never give up!

On the third day, before he made up his mind to drive him away in the mall, Liu Zheng finally ended his criminal art career.