C21 Live Pk(1)

"I'll go see the goddess first, I won't talk to you anymore!"

Seeing this scene, Shen Zhicheng immediately revealed a happy expression. He quickly found his earpiece from the bed and connected it. Then, he lay down on the blanket and impatiently opened the live broadcast room, ignoring Zhao Feng and the others.

... ""

Zhao Feng, Zheng Congwen, and Liu Xiongwei.

As a knock-off phone that was almost scrapped, the speed at which it entered the app was almost touching. Shen Zhicheng stared at the app on the screen for more than ten seconds before the page changed. After a slow loading process, a video image finally appeared in front of him.

Shen Zhicheng's face almost turned black. He had been eager to hear Yun's voice, but she had made him wait for so long.

For the first time in his life, Shen Zhicheng had an impulse to immediately change the broken brick in his hand.

The next moment, a melodious and pleasant song entered Shen Zhicheng's ears. His anxious mood was immediately pacified, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Ya!"

At this moment, the song suddenly stopped, and then he heard Yun Yueyao's surprised cry.

"It's Young Master Shen."

"Welcome, Young Master Shen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the comments on the screen started to heat up.

"Young Master Shen is here!"

"Welcome rich Young Master Shen!"

"Welcome, welcome!"

Shen Zhicheng rubbed his nose and looked at the comments that were all welcoming him. He did not expect that after he had a chat with Ling Xiaohan at noon, he would also become a celebrity in Lin Yueyao's live broadcast room.

What Shen Zhicheng did not know was that because of his performance at noon, there were probably more people in this live broadcast room who came to see him than Lin Yueyao's live broadcast.

Since it had attracted such a big attention, Shen Zhicheng naturally could not watch quietly. He quickly operated his fingers on the screen and in the next moment, a banner appeared on the top of the live broadcast room.

"Young Master Shen sent three sets of banners!"

"Thank you, Young Master Shen's banner!"

Lin Yueyao's sweet voice was heard.

Shen Zhicheng smiled and edited a message. He then clicked Send.

"Support for a bit. Goddess, you can do it!"

"Okay, okay."

Yun Yueyao nodded happily and continued to sing along with the background music. She started to sing softly with a light voice.

At the end of the song, the bullet screen once again became heated up.

"Thank you for everyone's support. If you have a small gift, remember to give it to Yaoyao!"

Yun Yueyao said sweetly.

"I still want to hear it. One more song!"

"Goddess, one more song."

At this moment, many of the spectators who were still unsatisfied began to jeer.

"Alright, alright!"

Yun Yueyao saw this and naturally would not give face to everyone. She immediately agreed.

"But Yaoyao temporarily does not know what to sing. Is there any song that everyone wants to hear?"

"Heaven's gift!"

"We will never see each other again."

"JJ's dimple!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately started to sing the song they were looking forward to.

"Oh..."

Yun Yueyao looked at the people on the bullet curtain who were at a loss for words and pouted in distress.

"Oh right, how about this!"

Suddenly, Yun Yueyao seemed to have thought of something and said.

"Let Young Master Shen choose a song. What do you think?"

"No problem."

"Alright, Young Master Shen will choose."

"Sure."

"Yes."

...

"Alright, since no one has any objections, then what does Young Master Shen want to hear?"

"Me?"

Hearing Yun's question, Shen Zhicheng felt flattered and quickly remembered.

"Then Jian Hongyi's Half Summer."

After a while, Shen Zhicheng finished writing a message and sent it out.

"Okay!"

Yun Yueyao agreed without hesitation. After a while, the sound of the guitar started to sound in the live broadcast room, followed by Yun Yueyao's sweet and melancholy song.

"The scar on the palm is clear; it is a flower that no one cares about in the wilderness; use silence to set up the checkpoints..."

Shen Zhicheng slowly closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the song that Yun Yueyao sang for him.

He had to admit that Yun Yueyao was not only beautiful, but also talented in music. She was not just singing, but she could also express the charm of the song when she was singing. It made people feel like they were in a trance and enjoyed it very much.

The cool breeze of the moon blew across the shore, blowing away the innocent fool. The warm light shone on him, who was waiting for Jun Tonglao to grow old...

Not long after, with the last line of lyrics, the background music slowly stopped and the song ended.

"Nice to hear."

"Support Yun!"

"Young Master Shen, our goddess Yaoyao is singing your song, Yaoyao said. Doesn't that mean she is singing your song?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Young Master Shen, express it quickly."

"Give me a wave of gifts."

Looking at the crowd's jeering, Shen Zhicheng smiled and gave them a wave of gifts.

"Young Master Shen sent a yacht x28"

"Young Master Shen sent the super fire x9."

"666. Rich."

"..."

"[He just sang one song, and it's a yacht and it's super popular. Which tycoon is this?]"

A person who had just entered the live broadcast room sent a bullet comment and asked.

"Tch, what's this? Didn't you see that at noon today, a few million dollars seemed to be sent for fun (manual smiley face)?"

"F * ck! So f * cking awesome?"

...

As the two songs warmed up the venue, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room gradually became more lively. Yun Yueyao did not continue to sing immediately but started to chat with the audience, not saying a word.

At this moment, Yun Yueyao suddenly received an extremely unfamiliar reminder.

Request for a microphone?