Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

At this moment, they were able to witness the "fire trees and silver flowers" that had been popular for a long time, and their heartbeats were jumping with the flames.

They coordinated with the dancing woman in the middle, shaking the fire pot at each node.

Sparks poured down from the sky, and the woman danced in the flames, like a rose blooming in the fire, conveying a spirit as tenacious and strong as a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

As the last note fell, this stunning performance came to an end.

There was complete silence all around; even the scrolling public screen was blank for a moment.

At this moment, the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room reached 500 million, a record high.

No one had recovered from the shock until the woman in the middle stood firm, bowed to the audience, and walked off the stage.

A wave of applause slowly rose up, accompanying the sound of her returning footsteps, as if they were bidding her farewell and even more so, recognizing her.

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Ning Yuzhi watched the whole process wearing a hat and a mask. The last trace of unwillingness in her eyes was extinguished, and all the resentment and jealousy disappeared at this moment.

She had to admit that she was indeed not as good as Wen Shiyun.

The auxiliary system in her mind had disappeared at some point, and at this moment, she was standing in the audience, just like an ordinary person.

Without the halo of being the heroine of the world, she is more ordinary than anyone else.

Wen Shiyun returned to the backstage, her chest still heaving, her eyes filled with pure joy.

She bowed solemnly to the masters and said, "Thank you for your hard work, masters. Without you, this performance would not have achieved such a great effect."

Several masters seemed happier than her.

"It's worth the trip. Having so many people witness this performance has fulfilled a small wish of ours. We're going to catch the bus back soon, so we won't be here to receive the award with you." They smiled jokingly.

Wen Shiyun curled her lips, her face flushed, and she waved her hands quickly. After sending several masters away, she returned to the backstage of the dressing room.

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The shock this performance brought to the crowd was historic. In the fast-paced life with heavy traffic, it has been a long time since people have seen such a performance.

They all spontaneously began to share their feelings and shock with their friends and recommended it to the people around them.

[Sisters, look! This performance is truly amazing.]

【Chinese people don’t lie to Chinese people, go watch it! ! ! !】

It was definitely worth it to come here and watch this live show! I felt like I was witnessing the pinnacle of group broadcasting! 555~ It was so moving and sexy.

This girl is really pretty and works really hard. I saw several burns on her ankles, and she's dancing in high heels.

The discussion became extremely heated in an instant, and there was no need for media to promote it. The spontaneous discussion easily reached over 100 million views.

"The poem says - the phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes" naturally topped the hot search list.

This is the first time that the group broadcast circle has broken through the barriers and ranked first in the domestic hot search.

Live streaming has always had many stereotypes for all industries.

Many people use words like "not doing their job properly", "begging", "inferior", "skirting the line" to describe it, and attach all kinds of bad labels to it.

This was the first time she led a group broadcast, breaking many people's stereotypes and allowing everyone to see their efforts and the charm of live group broadcasts.

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Wen Shiyun had just changed out of her performance costume and went to the back of the stage, waiting for the final result.

The final voting results of the stage will be announced online, along with the rankings of the first show.

She stood there, clutching the hem of the white skirt she had just changed into with both hands, seeming a little nervous.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, like a gust of air suddenly coming, and the sound of steady footsteps stepped on her heart.

She turned around suddenly and met the man's slightly shining black eyes. She was a little surprised, "Brother Zeyu, why are you here?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the strange color in his eyes, "Don't you want to see me?"

She shook her head, smiled softly, and said, "No, I'm very happy to see you."

Yu Zeyu's expression was indifferent, and he seemed more like an unhappy person, which made her feel a little uneasy.

"Why do you feel unhappy? Is it because my performance was bad?"

"You performed very well, but... I feel like you are getting further and further away from me." He pursed his lips slightly, took off his suit jacket and put it on her.

His dark eyes were deep and focused on her face. His words were meaningful and his tone was low, not relaxed.

Yu Zeyu took a step forward, closer to her, staring at her with his dark eyes, "Shiyun, I will accompany you in everything you want to do in the future."

"What happened last time won't happen again. Stay with me, okay?" His low voice carried a hint of imperceptible begging.

The atmosphere fell into silence. Wen Shiyun opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"What are you talking about so happily?" A cold and casual voice came from behind.

Song Liren strode over from the side of the stage, interrupting the silence and invisible tug-of-war between the two. The man and Yu Zeyu stared at each other for a few seconds, neither giving in.

When his eyes fell on the coat on her that obviously did not belong to her, his eyes flashed. He took out a windbreaker from somewhere, took off her coat neatly, threw it to Yu Zeyu, and then skillfully put the windbreaker in his hand on her.

The movements were as natural as if they had been rehearsed, flowing smoothly. She bit her lower lip, not knowing how to react.

The two men just faced each other in silence, and the atmosphere was tense.

After a while, Wen Shiyun patted Song Liren's arm and said, "We were just talking about my performance. Don't be so serious."

Song Liren raised his eyebrows, "So that's how it is. I thought you were going to help someone else bully you again."

He looked at Yu Zeyu, a smile on his face, but with a strong hint of provocation, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, I almost misunderstood you."

Song Liren's voice was low, clear, and carried a casual smile.

It was clearly an offense, but people couldn't do anything about it.

Wen Shiyun tugged at Song Liren's clothes and looked at Yu Zeyu apologetically, "Brother Zeyu, I'm sorry."

"And...I'm sorry, I can't promise you."

After saying that, she tugged at the man's clothes and was about to turn and leave.

Yu Zeyu's hands trembled slightly, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his dark eyes. "What if it was me who risked everything to protect you that day? Would the outcome be different?"

Wen Shiyun paused and said softly, "Brother Zeyu, there are no ifs in this world."

Her voice was soft, but it sounded like a heavy hammer to his ears, making his chest feel sore.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he managed to pull up the corners of his mouth. "Okay, if you are unhappy later, feel free to find me. I will always be here to protect you."

"No need, I will protect my people."

The man pulled her away.

Once again, he watched another man and her back as they left.

Yu Zeyu lit a cigarette. His rationality and calmness in front of the woman disappeared, and his dark eyes were replaced by belated heartache.