Ke Ziyu was about to walk outside Yan Mofei's live broadcast room. The door of this live broadcast room was not closed, but the live broadcast room was inside, so it was rare to hear other people's voices outside. It was also a way for each live broadcast room not to disturb each other.
When he walked over, he just heard Yan Mofei singing the last sentence, then he closed his mouth and never sang again.
But Ke Ziyu had heard this sentence clearly and was completely sure that the voice was made by Yan Mofei.
He remembered that all the live broadcast equipment was purchased in a centralized manner. Although the sound card used in the live broadcast was pretty good and the emotions were really good, it wouldn't completely change a person's singing voice, right?
Ke Ziyu was stunned and blinked for several seconds, trying to confirm that the person in front of him was indeed his good friend Yan Mofei and had not been replaced.
But is this really the tone-deaf Yan Mofei he knows?
When he heard people say that Yan Mofei sang passionately at Qingzhi's event, he didn't believe it and thought these people were simply exaggerating.
Is the song Yan Mofei sings worth listening to? Wouldn't it make a bunch of people run away clutching their ears?
But now he heard it for sure. In addition to confirming whether Yan Mofei's core had been replaced, he also had to confirm whether he was dreaming.
He pinched himself hard, leaving a deep mark on his arm. He didn't cry out, just frowned slightly. The assistant beside him was stunned.
"Master Ke, what are you doing?"
Then Ke Ziyu raised his hand and hit his arm. The assistant said: ...
He was completely stunned. Why did she even pinch him? The assistant was about to scream, but suddenly remembered something and suppressed his voice. Instead of shouting, he covered his mouth and stared at the marks on his arm, wanting to cry but unable to.
What on earth has madness done to Mr. Ke?
"Don't you feel any pain?" Ke Ziyu asked sincerely.
Assistant: "I feel pain, but I dare not."
"Why didn't you scream out in pain? I almost thought I was dreaming."
assistant:……
What kind of logic is this?
Ke Ziyu was like discovering a new world. He suddenly took out his mobile phone and opened his chat group. Looking at the beasts online, he immediately lowered his head and typed.
"Guess what I just discovered?"
No one else was online. Only Zuo Shuai was listening to his subordinates' reports out of boredom and feeling drowsy.
When I heard my phone vibrate, I opened it and saw that it was Ke Ziyu asking questions.
He waved his hand lazily: "Alright, that's it. You go down first and help me keep an eye on those people so they can catch up on their progress."
Then he lazily typed: "What did you find? Your pig can climb trees?"
Ke Ziyu waited for a long time, and finally someone replied to him, and his mood instantly improved.
"It's even more outrageous than my pigs climbing trees."
Zuo Shuai sent another message: "Did they find out you eat pig food? Ziyu, we can't treat ourselves like this."
"Although you are good-looking, you probably won't be able to find a wife. Instead, you might end up marrying yourself off. But don't worry, the ones you marry won't be us. We all have normal sexual preferences."
Ke Ziyu rolled his eyes. He knew Zuo Shuai was a clueless person. He wouldn't argue with such a clueless person.
He continued, "I just heard someone singing, and it was opera."
"You should all be familiar with the Peking Opera 'The Drunken Concubine,' right? We're singing a scene from that opera."
Zuo Shuai sent a nodding emoji: "Yes, I've heard of it. Didn't my grandparents like it? I've heard a lot of it myself. Didn't you say that the first time you met Mo Fei was at a live opera?"
"Yes, my grandmother and his grandmother loved to listen to opera, so they took us to listen... but I'm getting off topic."
"I tell you, the singer is the most important."
Zuo Shuai originally thought it was a big deal, something that would bring some fun to his boring life, but now he was not interested at all: "Anyway, no matter who it is, it won't be that kid Mo Fei."
"He's famously tone-deaf. If he could sing opera, I'd stand on my head..."
Zuo Shuai was still typing when he saw that Ke Ziyu had already sent a message: "It's Mo Fei."
These four simple words startled Zuo Shuai so much that he almost dropped his phone.
When he squeezed the phone again, he realized that the words he had just typed had been sent out. Fortunately, the last word did not appear.
Zuo Shuai withdrew quietly, pretending nothing had happened.
"Zuo Shuai, do you want to poop upside down?"
"Nonsense, I'm such a handsome guy, how could I possibly perform this?"
"You just said that he not only sings, but also performs opera? So you are asking me for help now? Tell me, do you want me to send a helicopter to rescue you, or send an armed force to mop up the mess? Or should I just kill you directly to prevent you from suffering any more and being haunted by the devil's voice?"
Zuo Shuai was rather gloating. Good boy. Just now, he was envious that Yan Mofei went to Ke Ziyu's place instead of coming to play with him. But suddenly, he was no longer envious.
Does it mean that once you open your mouth, even dogs have to lie down and walk?
"You don't need anything. You don't know how beautifully he sings."
Zuo Shuai snorted, "Just brag! You want to drag me down with you and let me die with you."
"Forget about it, wait, let me check out his livestream. Damn, it's all good reviews."
"No, let me take a look. He even became a trending topic because of his amazing singing?"
Zuo Shuai looked at the few lines of text sent by Ke Ziyu and felt that it was really metaphysical.
This must be Ke Ziyu's new trick. Because he was tortured, he wanted to drag them down with him.
Don't be fooled, don't be fooled.
Three seconds later, Zuo Shuai opened the Weibo account and saw that the trending search had changed. This wasn't a big deal. He expertly typed in the three characters "Yan Mofei" and several messages popped up below.
It was all praise, saying that he was a good songwriter and singer, handsome, had a good figure, and was a cool and aloof male god, which made Yang Xiaoli a bridge to be kept by a rich woman.
Wow, what new poses are these?
Zuo Shuai was more interested in the rich woman thing, so he clicked on it, then came out with a confused look on his face, went straight to the one about writing songs well, then came out with a puzzled look on his face again, and finally clicked on the one about singing well with trembling hands.
He first took a sneak peek at the comments below. Wow, they were all positive. The trolls he hired were even more outrageous than his job.
In the end, Zuo Shuai couldn't resist the temptation and clicked on the singing video.
He plugged his ears with two earplugs, then turned down the volume of his phone and placed his finger on the pause button, ready to click it at any time.
Then he heard a sentence and immediately paused in horror.
"This is so fucking fantastical!"
Zuo Shuai threw away his earphones and started playing again, the surprise in his eyes becoming more intense.
After listening to the entire song, he fell into deep thought, and then tagged Ke Ziyu in the group chat: "Did you hire a billionaire tuner for him?"
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