"I can finally hear our own rap!"
"Love nunchakus and love my anchor!"
"I’ve heard enough once, and I have to listen to it a few more times!"
"Listen a hundred times more!"
"I want the single to loop all night!"
"Make nunchakus quickly!"
"Hum, hum and haw!"
"Kill your turtle grandson!"
……
Wu Liang’s live broadcast is extremely lively, but in comparison, Long Jiu Ge’s live broadcast is gloomy and bleak.
When Wu Liang was broadcast live, the fans of Long Jiu Ge had already turned undercover and got into Wu Liang’s live broadcast. These people wanted to see what Wu Liang could come up with to compete with Long Jiu Ge’s call for wheat.
While undercover, these people also tipped off Long Jiu Ge.
When Wu Lianggang came in, someone told Long Jiu Ge, "That longevity Buddha is coming!"
"Come here!" Long Jiu Ge has already put him on the platform. Although the number of hits can’t compare with those of the masters, he is very confident in his heart.
"We are not afraid of him. He has never sung rap songs, saying that he is definitely not familiar with such songs." Long Jiu Ge said confidently.
But a few minutes later, someone reported to him, "He said he had written the horse and was going to sing."
"Oh?" Long Jiu Ge felt itchy and wanted to peek, but he was afraid that others would find that he had lost his face, so he fought back his desire and said, "If he didn’t sing well, the audience would naturally leave him."
A few minutes later, a fan ran back and said, "He sang, but the song was so strange that I couldn’t understand a word."
"Ha ha ha!" Long Jiu Ge was proud again and laughed. "It’s normal for ordinary people to learn rap songs at a low speed and can’t sing the lyrics clearly. Is it that simple for him to rap?"
Then the fan went back to "Don’t worry when I go to explore the anchor"
"Go," Long Jiu Ge waved his hand to show his biceps. "Go and see how his audience abandoned this idiot!"
But he didn’t know that his fan was gone forever.
After a few minutes, no one went back to the live broadcast to report to him. Long Jiu Ge was a little confused
"What’s the matter? Why can’t these guys go back?" Dragon Jiu Ge asked strangely.
"I’ll take a look at it for you!" An enthusiastic fan immediately said that the live broadcast was transferred.
A few minutes later, the fan disappeared from now on.
"where’s mom?" Dragon Jiu Ge some panic, he had a presentiment seems to be something bad.
"Jiu Ge, don’t panic. I’ll take a look for you." A die-hard fan comforted him.
Long Jiu Ge Nye nodded. This fan is his live iron powder. He has given him many gifts. He is trustworthy for his loyal Long Jiu Ge.
But to his despair, the fan came back in less than a minute, but he didn’t even dare to talk to him. He typed apologetically in the chat bar, "Sorry, please tell Jiu Ge that I can’t come back …"
"What’s the matter?" Long Jiu Ge was shocked and quickly stopped the audience. "What happened to Master Peng? Why did you leave?"
The audience called "Peng Ye" cried, "The anchor is really sorry that I was sucked …"
"By whom?" Long Jiu Ge felt that a bolt from the blue came from the sky. How did it happen that even his most loyal audience ran away?
Peng Ye didn’t answer his question again, but quietly disappeared from the live broadcast. "I …" Long Jiu Ge had a thousand words to say at this time, only to find that he couldn’t say a word.
Peng Ye took away not only his confidence, but also more audiences.
Those viewers were curious to see that Peng Ye, who had always been loyal to the anchor, had left and wanted to go to Wu Liang’s live broadcast to see what happened.
Then most people never came back, and a small number of them also went back to the live chat bar in frustration and typed, Sorry, brothers, please tell Jiu Ge that we are not coming back either.
"Hey, don’t go!" If Peng Ye’s distance from Jiu Ge, the longest city, is a major blow, then the continuous departure of these audiences is the final fatal blow to Long Jiu Ge.
"How did this happen? What song did that guy sing and everyone left?" Long Jiu Ge was really heartbroken and regretted at this time. He watched the number of people in the live broadcast change from five digits to four digits and from four digits to three digits. In the blink of an eye, it was almost double digits.
No, I can’t stand it!
Long Jiu Ge did not consider the audience left in the room and sneaked into Wu Liang’s live broadcast. As a result, Wu Liang shouted.
"Make nunchakus hem and haw.
Make nunchakus hum and hum.
Martial arts practitioners remember that benevolence is the enemy.
Who is practicing Tai Chi? "
This is the third time that Wu Liang has been forced to sing, but the audience still feel that they are not enough to follow him into a crazy self-hi.
The snowflake-filled message almost scared Long Jiu Ge to pee. The most depressing thing is that he also found many former audiences in it. These are the guys who just said "I can’t come back" with apologies.
See that Peng Ye is desperately typing praise and saying, "This is amazing. This is Rap. This is rap anchor. I love you!"
Long Jiu Ge burst into tears. Grandpa Peng, we agreed to grow old together, but you quietly dyed my head green?
With full of grief and indignation, Long Jiu Ge quietly lurked in Wu Liang’s live broadcast. He must find out what song this guy is singing and what the audience is so hi.
As a result, a few minutes later, Long Jiu Ge quietly withdrew from the live broadcast. He did not return to his room, but silently dropped the Jinlong live broadcast platform and lost his brain source.
If you lose, you lose!
Long Jiu Ge knew that he and Wu Liangbi could not have a chance of winning because the audience was only tens of thousands.
However, he believes that even if he loses in the field of calling Mai, he will not lose too badly. After all, this is his best thing, and Wu Liangze has never sung this type of song. The biggest possibility is that he regrets it.
If tens of thousands of people can "regret" tens of millions of people, then he has really earned it.
But he didn’t expect Wu Liang to do it. Although he didn’t shout Mai, he beat him with similar rap types, but it was still crushing.
Don’t say "sorry", even your own audience went to someone else’s live broadcast. This is a complete failure.
Long Jiu Ge was ashamed to stay in the live broadcast again. When he thought of it, he might have to kneel before Wu Liang to admit his mistake, and suddenly he felt a shiver.