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"Mr. Feimeng, you don't need to thank you," Ye Ming understood Feimeng's intentions, and said with a smile, "Don't forget, today's live broadcast is a bet between me and everyone, and I just created this song at the request of the audience." ”

"No," Fermon shook his head, "I and my countrymen will remember your affection!"

In the face of Fei Meng's sincere gratitude, Ye Ming smiled and did not refuse anything more pretentiously.

After a short break, everyone's hearts gradually calmed down, and then it was time to answer the call from the third audience!

When Feimont announced the opening of the hotline, countless viewers from all over the world in front of the TV subconsciously pressed the call button on their mobile phones, and they stared at the mobile phone screen, expecting that the audience who made the call was themselves!

After a while, the phone rang at last, and at the same time, the audience around the world sighed in unison the moment the phone rang. Because, the response from the phone told them that they were out of play!

"Hello, the user you dialed is busy, please dial again later!" (Ahem, I don't know if the communication system on the side of the US imperialists will say so)

Since they didn't get through, they had to put down their mobile phones and keep their eyes glued to the TV screen at the same time, wondering what kind of creative requirements this "lucky" audience would make!

"Hey, hello, this is the temporary live show that is being broadcast on Fox TV - Improvisation Live Challenge, I am the host of this live broadcast challenge, Fei Meng, may I call you?"

With what happened to the second audience just now, when the phone call was answered, Feimont's mood was obviously much more restrained, and he was no longer as enthusiastic as he was just now. "I'm not good right now!" As soon as the other party spoke, the disgusting tone made the faces of the audience present and in front of the TV change.

Wouldn't he be a racist again!

"My daughter just had a big fight with me!" A voice with anger came out of the microphone, the voice was thick, it should be the voice of a middle-aged man, "Just because I don't agree with her being with a white boy, she actually said she wants to run away from home!"

"Originally, my daughters had already succumbed to the persuasion of our husband and wife!" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, "But just because I just watched your broken show and listened to your broken song, she didn't even want her own parents!" I'm going to run away from home and go find that white boy! Asian boy, you say, shouldn't you scold!"

"Uh......" Faced with this situation, Ye Ming couldn't help blinking, and he didn't know what to say for a while. As a father, he can deeply feel the deep love of the father on the other end of the electric work for his daughter! Judging by his words, he is supposed to be a person of color, and his daughter is in love with a white man. It is clear that he and his wife did not approve of their daughter falling in love with a white man and persuaded her own.

Perhaps under the pressure of her parents, her daughter may have succumbed and was ready to break up with her white boyfriend, but after listening to Ye Ming's song "black-or-white" just now, it actually inspired her to love her boyfriend in her heart, and she should pursue her love desperately!

And this is what a heartache for the father who loves his daughter deeply and hopes that his daughter can live happily!

Due to the current situation of racial discrimination in the US Empire, this father obviously did not believe that his daughter could have any happiness with that white boy, and it was precisely because of this anger that he was driven to call this live broadcast hotline, and he was miraculously connected!

So, he questioned sharply! In his opinion, all this was caused by Ye Ming! If it weren't for him singing this song, how could his good daughter be like this!

"Ahem, sir, please calm down." Faimon came out at the right time to ease the atmosphere and said, "I regret your daughter's matter. But your daughter grows up, and she has the right to pursue her own happiness, doesn't she?"

But this viewer apparently didn't heed the advice: "Is it happy to marry a white man?" Didn't you listen to what that bastard just said? When did they white people treat us blacks as human beings!"

"We have lived on this land for hundreds of years since our ancestors were abducted and sold here as slaves, but in their eyes, we were never the owners of this land! We are still their slaves, only oppressed by them! Let them bully!" The audience member said indignantly, "That Asian kid sings a sentence correctly, they don't care about us at all!"

"Faimon, you are also black, and you have a daughter, do you say that you can safely let your daughter follow a white man to pursue her so-called happiness?"

Faced with the other party's questioning, Fei Meng was speechless for a while!

Because, he asked himself that he couldn't do it!

"That," Fermont said with some embarrassment, "this gentleman, we're still on the live stream, if you want to communicate with me about this, let's talk about it after the live broadcast, okay?"

"Humph! Live streaming, yes?" The other party snorted coldly and said, "That's good! I can make a request, right?"

"Yes! You don't have to mention it!" Hearing the other party's unkind words, Fei Meng's heart couldn't help but float a trace of bad omen! Sure enough, in the next second, I only heard the other party say: "Asian boy, since you are so capable, then you can write me another song about racial discrimination!"

As soon as the other party's words came out, the audience from all over the world at the scene and in front of the TV were all stunned! What did he say?

Write another anti-racist song?! it! It's so ruthless!

Netizens from all over the world on the Internet exploded in an instant!" Nima! This is to put Ye Ming to death!"

"Another anti-racist song?! I'll go! He really thinks that writing songs is the same as, and he can pull it if he wants to! Even if it's, there is a time to pull light!"

"…"

Just when netizens from all over the world were arguing, a girl's scream suddenly came from the microphone of the live broadcast: "Dad! You've gone too far! How can you do that?! Ye Ke is speaking for us people of color! How can you do that to him"

The middle-aged man said unreasonably: "I don't care! If it weren't for him, how would you be messing with us about running away from home! It's all his fault! How can whites end well with blacks!"

"But, Ye he doesn't know anything at all!" The girl shouted, "Dad, you give me the phone and cancel the request just now, we can't do this!" The middle-aged man was still stubborn: "Why not?" Isn't he known as a demon in the music world? Since it's a demon, there's nothing you can't do!"

"Dad! You want everyone to point at us and call us ungrateful!" The girl shouted with a crying voice, "These two songs of Ye are shouting for us!" How can you do this?!"

At the same time, another gentle voice also sounded: "Child, dad, you really shouldn't be like this......" It should be the middle-aged man's wife.

"I ......" Facing his daughter's cry and his wife's statement, the middle-aged man seemed to have a trace of remorse, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had just done something very incorrect in a fit of anger!

"That...... Mr. Feimont," came the hesitant voice of a middle-aged man over the microphone, "Can I change my request now?"

"Huh?" Fei Meng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously nodded, "It's okay to ......"

"No need," at this moment, Ye Ming on the side suddenly interrupted Fei Meng's words and said into the microphone, "This gentleman, you don't need to change your requirements!" Don't you want me to write another anti-racist song? I've taken on this challenge!"

"What?!"

Hearing Ye Ming's words, everyone was dumbfounded!

"Mr. Ye, ...... you" Fei Meng looked at Ye Ming with a confused expression, even if he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, he didn't know what to say at this moment! Mr. Ye ...... "Even the middle-aged man who started it was so shocked that he stammered a little," that ...... I know I was too impulsive just now, you don't have to do that......