Ten years later, the movie queen wants a divorce from me.

Although everyone knew that Fang Yi could play the piano, they had never actually seen him play the guitar.

Fang Yi sat in the chair, positioned the guitar in a standard position, and as his fingers glided across the strings, a series of crisp and melodious sounds reached everyone's ears.

Fang Yi didn't start immediately, but adjusted the pitch slightly.

Before anyone could react, Fang Yi reached out and stroked her again.

The same guitar, the same movements, but inexplicably, there seems to be a completely new change.

Fang Yi's lips curled up, seemingly quite satisfied.

His memories involuntarily drifted back to the week immediately following his arrival in this world. At that time, Fang Yi was using his omniscient and omnipotent eye to frantically and greedily learn various skills.

The last time I played the guitar was...

What should we play?

Fang Yi's mind went blank, but his body instinctively began to play a series of beautiful melodies.

Let's go with this one.

Fang Yi smiled.

The song masterpiece performed by the American rock band Eagles in a previous life: Hotel California.

The wooden guitar strummed its strings, and a series of notes danced on the fingertips. Although it was just a guitar solo, the combination with Fang Yi's performance still gave people an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Elegant, languid, rustic, beautiful.

The live stream room was completely silent.

All eyes were now focused on the man playing the guitar.

The moment Fang Yi spoke in his magnetic, slightly husky voice, Wang Xinyuan, Liu Qingqing, the staff on site, and everyone in the live broadcast room widened their eyes and their mouths formed an "O".

Fang Yi was oblivious to the others in the room, completely immersed in the mood of the song.

Onadarkdeserthighway

coolwindinmyhair

Warmsmellofcolitas,

rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance,

……

Studio:

[It's chilling!]

Does anyone know what song this is?

[It sounds so good!]

Holy crap, Fang Yi can actually sing!

[Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!]

That guitar playing was so cool!

【Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! 】

[My idol!]

【Mine! Mine! Fang Yi! I love you!】

……

Fang Yi's performance was progressively more intense, and the live stream chat exploded with comments!

The first section ended, and the live broadcast site was completely silent.

Wang Xinyuan stared blankly at Fang Yi, her eyes even showing a sense of disbelief.

Fang Yi stood with one foot on the ground, his guitar tilted at an angle, his lazy gaze fixed on the live stream screen.

As if sensing Fang Yi's gaze, sweat beaded on Wang Bo's forehead across the live stream.

"Have you finished counting?"

At this moment, Wang Bo fell into an eerie silence.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Wang Bo even had the rare thought of cheating, but facing all the eyes in the live broadcast room, he knew that he could not, and could not, cheat.

Fang Yi laughed, a laugh that was quite amusing.

At this moment, even the chat in Fang Yi's live stream had stopped.

So, do you believe it or not?

Upon hearing this question, Wang Bo's bewildered gaze gradually hardened: "I still don't believe it!"

Even though he lost this time, there's no way he'd believe in fortune telling.

"If you believe, it exists; if you don't believe, it doesn't. I don't force it."

Fang Yi shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Since you don't believe me, then let's end this call here."

Wang Bo hesitated. He had spent 100 million yuan, which wasn't exactly a financial blow, but he was still somewhat unwilling to let him go like this.

However, he had indeed made a three-point agreement with Fang Yi before that, so even if he wanted to renege on the agreement, there was nothing he could do.

Wang Bo's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered something: "We've been talking about my past, and you haven't told me what I need you to tell me yet."

Fang Yi waved his hand, interrupting the other person directly: "I know what you want me to be, no need to say anything."

While Wang Bo was still in a daze, Fang Yi said calmly, "Regarding your so-called career, if you can still continue live streaming a month from now, I'll admit defeat."

"what do you mean?"

Wang Bo was a little confused.

"I've made myself clear enough."

Fang Yi gestured with his eyes, and the staff realized what was happening. Soon, Wang Bo's live stream was interrupted.

Looking at the screen in front of him, Wang Bo, realizing what was happening, couldn't help but curse.

However, all of this is no longer relevant to Fang Yi.

Wang Xinyuan's eyes remained fixed on Fang Yi. Even after Fang Yi sat down next to her again, Wang Xinyuan was still somewhat dazed: "You! You..."

Fang Yi seemed to have guessed what Wang Xinyuan was going to say, and said with a smile, "That was Hotel California. I composed it a long time ago. I suddenly remembered it and felt a little itchy to sing it. Don't be so surprised."

"Don't be surprised?"

"Fang Yi! How many things are you hiding from me...?"

Wang Xinyuan could no longer tolerate Fang Yi's nonchalant demeanor.

She lunged forward, grabbed Fang Yi by the neck again, and shook him violently: "Speak! You have to explain yourself to me today!"

Phew...

Liu Qingqing couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The staff around them couldn't help but smile, though the cameraman managed to hold back, he couldn't hide the maternal smile on his face.

"Live stream! It's still live."

Fang Yishen tried to calm Wang Xinyuan down.

"I don't care! You have to explain yourself! Now!"

At this moment, Wang Xinyuan's curiosity about Fang Yi had reached its peak.

First it was piano, then criminal investigation, then fortune telling, and now it's guitar singing.

Even Wang Xinyuan, who isn't a singer, knows how excellent the song "Hotel California" is.

But precisely because of this, this scoundrel in front of me has been keeping it a secret all these years.

This is absolutely outrageous!

The thought of this made Wang Xinyuan feel like she was about to explode.

That bastard, that son of a bitch!

Why hide your amazing skills when you're so talented?

why?

Wang Xinyuan didn't understand what Fang Yi was thinking, but she knew how many years she had been looking forward to this day.

As she spoke, Wang Xinyuan's eyes began to redden.

Crystalline tears unconsciously filled her beautiful eyes.

"You? Why are you crying?"

"You didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

With her back to the camera, Wang Xinyuan's cheeks flushed. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her gaze remained fixed on Fang Yi.

Feeling a chill run down his spine under Wang Xinyuan's gaze, Fang Yi coughed lightly and said helplessly, "Although I've composed some songs, I don't want to enter the entertainment industry. I just write them casually for fun."

Wang Xinyuan: "???"

Such Versailles-esque words prompted viewers in the live stream to start criticizing them.

I just wrote this for fun.

What else do you want?

Oh, so you just wrote it casually. What if you were to take it seriously?

[Fang Yi, you'll get beaten up if you keep doing that.]

[Singer: Please Be Kind.]

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