Chapter Eighty-Five: Zhou Le's Divine Turtle Reserve
Seeing her daughter's panicked face, He Yalin immediately became vigilant: "Did you do something bad?" β
Sun Zuer bounced: "I don't have it, I'm not...... Don't talk nonsense! β
He Yalin took a sip of water, looked at her daughter, and saw that her appearance was wrong, there is definitely something to hide from me, I still don't know you?
She said, "You shouldn't be in love, right?" β
Sun Zuer sighed: "I'm still playing cotton to fall in love, I want to, but where to talk about it?" The male classmates in the class didn't dare to come close to me, and the male artists in the circle disliked me......"
He Arlinn: "That's right, then what are you beating yourself for?" β
Sun Zu'er said nonsense: "Seeing that Master has become stronger again, I am ashamed and decide to work harder to practice closed-mouth exercises. β
Later, she inquired with many famous singers, and they all said that closed-mouth skills can really improve singing skills, and some even instructed Sun Zuer to practice on the spot.
He Yalin was suspicious, and pointed to Zhou Le, who was making a lot of nonsense on TV, and said, "Hmm! You are still young, you can chase stars, but you can't be blindly crazy, you must chase stars rationally. Zhou Le is just like that, you know? β
Sun Zuer tilted his head and glared: "Huh? β
Call me a rational star-chasing? Where did Zhou Le go back and forth, isn't it a bunch of mothers who have lost their minds?
You really have the face to say it!
He Yalin said majestically: "Ha what? Don't be hippie and smiley! If you fail in the exam at the end of the next cycle, see how I clean you up. β
Sun Zuer could only say weakly: "Good ......"
Seeing that her daughter, who had been talking since she was a child, was scared by herself, and she didn't talk back, He Yalin went back to her house and continued to brush the barrage.
"Mom is back~"
"Xiaole bullying the host is too cute, I really want to be bullied by him!"
"Mom bought your fruit body photo~"
Sun Zuer collapsed on the sofa in a trance, feeling that the three views were subverted, Sister He, she actually had such a crazy side, scared the baby to death.
No, she must not watch the live broadcast anymore, she must still be posting barrages.
Can't watch! Can't see it......
Just take a look.
"Huh...... Ha~tsk~ho! Hum? ...... vomit"
Sun Zuer was crazy, dropped his mobile phone, took out the cucumber shelf from the refrigerator, and smashed it down.
Nation~
Shoot a cucumber sober and sober.
On the other hand, the four tutors have already commented on Zhou Le's new work, the standard is very high, and the singing skills have improved significantly, and so on.
Now, Zhou Le is accepting questions from the host, all of which are from some netizens.
Host: "In addition to true love fans, sand sculpture fans and little black fans, a large number of mother fans have recently emerged, and their remarks are very radical and even vulgar, what do you think of this?" β
Zhou Le: "Mom powder? I don't even have a mother, what do you want for mom powder? Roll rough! These people are just fed up. β
Host: "Aren't you afraid that they will be cold?" β
Zhou Le: "It's best to get rid of fans, and you still chase stars when you're old." β
On the screen, the barrage of mom fans is far more eye-catching than that of other fans:
"Ah~ The child scolded me π¦Ήΰ‘π¦Ή."
"When my son is rebellious, my mother can understand."
"This kid has a temper like Jill, and he's getting bigger and bigger!"
"The bigger, the harder!"
"I'm not even afraid of the palace cold, but I'm still afraid of the cold?"
"You are not allowed to insult my brother!"
"Get out and do your homework~"
"Laughing to death, my daughter chased Zhou Le and was beaten by me for an afternoon."
Brain-dead fans are like this, in the past, Zhou Le scolded true love fans for being stupid, they felt that Zhou Le was praising them for being simple, but now, mother fans have said that this child is really strong.
Many ladies like He Yalin are actually very happy to be scolded, this kid really dares, much harder than those sissy idols!
It's so hard, who doesn't fan him?
The Internet is a magical thing, and the thought that no one knows themselves on the Internet is an exaggeration for ladies to let go of themselves.
Zhou Le returned to the backstage, Ning Yuheng took his mobile phone and asked Zhou Le to watch the barrage, Zhou Le saw the smoke of the seven tricks, hated himself for being too light, and really wanted to scold them on the stage.
"I really want to stuff him back~"
γNegative Energy-9γ
Zhou Le sat speechless, this belonged to natural attenuation, and he was in a very bad mood.
γNegative Energy-15γ
Okay, Gouzha is also watching the live broadcast, looking at these subtitles, she is arrogant, you are all mouth cannons, only I have done half of it.
Dididi~
Zhou Le opened the WeChat message, and all the hard work sent friends to apply?
What breaks the screen name?
Refuse.
After becoming popular, there were all kinds of strange people who wanted to add Zhou Le's WeChat message, but he didn't add people randomly, and there were less than thirty people in the address book so far.
Dididi~
Fortunately, I sent a friend to apply, note: I am Fan Pipi's sister.
Zhou Le cut off, ready to refuse again, I didn't talk to this sister last time, it was basically Zhou Le's unilateral reprimand, what is this kind of person doing here? Moreover, she also bought a water army to follow me and step on me.
But her smooth belly ......
Give her a chance!
Verified passed.
Soon, every grain worked hard and sent a text message: "You are Zhou Le, right?" β
Zhou Le remarked her name as: Turtle Reserve No. 2.
That's it~
No. 1 is Sun Zuer.
Turtle Reserve No. 2: "Why is my brother's microphone in your hand?" Did you lie to him? I advise you to return the microphone to him as soon as possible. β
Zhou Le: "I won't have a microphone when I give it back to him." β
Justified.
"The program team has a microphone."
"The microphone quality of the program team is much worse."
There was nothing wrong with it.
"But this is what I bought for Fan Pipi, not for you."
"Really? So where did you buy it for me? β
Reasonable doubt.
Turtle Reserve No. 2: "For the sake of you and Pi Pi being friends, I'll buy you one, and you give him this back." β
No. 2 thought for a long time and proposed a compromise plan, after all, the orange one is too expensive, and it is quite cost-effective to buy a tens of thousands of yuan for Zhou Le.
Who allowed himself to be such a stupid brother?
Zhou Le: "Thank you, sister!" β
Turtle Reserve Team No. 2: "You don't meow anymore?" β
Zhou Le didn't reply, I feel that this Sister Fan is also a relatively easy type to deceive, no wonder there is such a big fool as Fan Pipi.
The competition was very long, and it took an hour and a half for each of the 20 contestants to sing a song.
Zhou Le chatted with Sun Zuer about WeChat messages when he was bored, he usually ignored her because she was too noisy, but chatting with her when he was bored was very time-saving.
Zhou Le rarely chatted with Gu Nalizha and Cheng Xiao, and it was easy to excite them and suck his negative energy value.
Different from the previous second back, this time Zhou Le's WeChat message was lost in the sea.
A few more were posted.
A few minutes later, the voice of the Turtle Reserve Team No. 1 came back: "Master, I'm so tired~ I feel like I'm going to die." β
That's it?
Didn't have 59 seconds?
Zhou Le asked worriedly, "What's wrong?" Don't you think about it! You're still young, don't do anything stupid! β
Turtle Reserve No. 1: "It's not me who does something stupid, it's my mother chasing male stars, huh~"
"Who is Sister He chasing?"
"I can't tell you this, what if that male star finds out and becomes my stepfather?"
"Makes sense! Artists don't have any discipline. β
"Isn't it? There are all kinds of demons and monsters in this circle, that is, I was smart when I was young, let's ...... it."
Happy 59 seconds Zuer is back.
The players in the fast man's backstage were unbearable, and they begged Zhou Le to accept the magic power, that thing in your phone is too annoying, right?