Being crushed by fans [dubbing vs singer]

While looking at that outrageous link, his phone suddenly lit up, and several messages were sent.

It's Zuo Meiyu.

Zuo Qi had already thought of what she was going to say, so he clicked on:

At the beginning, there are a few pictures, which are very familiar. He looked like he had long hair and makeup three years ago, followed by a series of voices:

"This is you? This is you???"

"My God, hahahaha, what happened to you when I went out that year??"

"I heard from my parents that you sang when you were a child. That's why you grew your hair long? I really..." Zuo Meiyu paused, then continued after a short pause: "It's so beautiful, if I don't pay attention to singers I know, what do you think? Let me tell you, He Shen is your number one fan. He has hung up on you on Weibo for three whole years. No wonder he stopped you, but don't worry, sister won't say it, poof...ha Ha ha!"

What Zuo Qi heard was that the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Who would have thought that his fans would be so popular, and the popularity would be nothing, and he would hang himself on the top of Weibo for three years.

I am born to be Zuo Xian, so don't bother idlers?

Don't disturb Nima's size!

Zuo Qi's stinky face was capitalized, and he wanted to drag this 696-CV He Chen out and beat him up.

Zuo Meiyu, who had pinpointed his fate, laughed at Zuo Qi for a long time, turned over and sang as a serf, suddenly became rampant, and sent a message threatening:

"Do your parents know about your glorious deeds, tsk tsk, not only are there glorious deeds, but they don't even think about working when they come back from school. If they know about it, they will definitely fly back to train you even if they are in the sky."

"... "

Zuo Qi almost gritted his teeth.

The small abacus he had originally was overturned in a flash, but he still had no choice but to swallow his anger.

"I'm going to work tomorrow."

"Okay," Zuo Meiyu replied quickly after the ducks were put on the shelves, with a little excitement in her voice: "Of course, your dear sister, I won't just leave you alone, and I will definitely help you find someone who suits you." Good job."

Zuo Qi didn't believe her nonsense, the question he was most concerned about now was: "Who was that man who stopped me at the door just now?"

"You're lucky," Zuo Meiyu said, "It's us, He Chen."

I rub.

Zuo Qi returned to Weibo, and re-read He Chen's top post several times. The more he read it, the angrier he became, and his impression of him being handsome just now became worse and worse. He thought very painfully:

If it weren't for this dog thing, how comfortable would Dad's life be?

The phone beeped and received several messages:

[Vegetable Dog]: Haha, are you scared?

[Vegetable Dog]: Just kidding, there are so many people paying attention to it, if you recognize it, you will recognize it, there are too many people who look like it, not to mention that there are not many people who are as dedicated as He Shen, it is impossible for you to go out as soon as you come back Just meet He Shen.

[Vegetable Dog]: By the way, do you return to the circle when you come back? I heard that you didn't stop singing outside, do you still like it?Now the Internet is very good for amateur singers, and there are many platforms, if you want me to help you run it (drool.jpg)

dedicated?

Can this fucking be described as dedicated? !

Zuo Qi, who ran into He Chen as soon as he went out, took a deep breath.

【ZuQi】: originally thought

【ZuQi】: But, now I can’t (smile)

This is not nonsense, singing has always been his hobby, Zuo Qi naturally wants to return to China to continue to develop.Originally, I just wanted to be a contributing singer behind the scenes, occasionally wearing a mask to show my face.

But look at the situation now...

He is a fart!

Zuo Qi, who was terrified of the past, doesn't even want to show his hair on the Internet now.

After turning off his mobile phone, he has nothing to love in his life.

He raised his hand and opened the curtain next to him.

It's ten o'clock now, and the night sky is already hanging high outside. It's impossible to see the stars in a place like the Imperial Capital, but the night market is still a bit worth seeing under the bright lights.

Zuo Qi stared blankly for a while, then suddenly got up.

He got out of bed and found a leather book from the cabinet that hadn't been opened for a long time.

The book is thick and a bit dirty, but it does not hinder the things recorded in it. When the left flag is opened, it is not surprising that it is full of recorded numbers.

That Weibo account is there...

After searching for a long time, he finally found that single page, and he immediately logged in according to the account password on it.

at the same time.

[Damn it, I'm so special! ! 】

In a certain chat, someone suddenly made such a sentence.

In the leisure time at night, many people are checking Weibo or chatting. After clicking on Chaochao habitually, they are stunned when they click on this, and click on it.

The person also attached a screenshot of the super star rice ball in addition to the words. The content of the screenshot is very simple, just a Q version of the character's big head, and a line of small words at the bottom clearly reads:

【Zuo Xian】you follow is online.

...

Immediately, the words boiled over!

At this time, Zuo Qi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, brushing Weibo with his book in his hands, muttering, "Why are there only 800 million followers, so there are so many."

After a while, he complained again: "Is there anyone else sending messages here, treating me like a tree hole?"

When he was indulging in talking to himself, the phone rang suddenly, and a private message popped up:

[Xianxian, is that you? ! ! ! 】

Zuo Qi was taken aback.

Then another private message popped up:

[Fairy!Fairy!You are back! 】

What the hell?

He was bewildered.

[Goddess, Goddess, I want to give birth to a monkey for you, look at me, look at me! ! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ! !You heartless woman]

[Xianxian, I love you! ! ! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !Fairy! !I love you! ! ! 】

【...】

? ?

!!!

Zuo Qi's eyes widened when he saw the surge of private messages and @ numbers.

His grandma's...

How do these people know that he is online? !

Zuo Qi immediately turned off Weibo, looked up, and felt that he was hallucinating.

But when he calmed down for a while and looked down again, a red dot of 99+ appeared on the Weibo app icon.

...

Not good.

Cai Hou, who was browsing Weibo, was immediately happy when he saw this situation. This person said he was resisting, but actually turned around and posted on Weibo.

Seeing that someone in Chaohua said that he had logged off again, he called directly, and said with a joke: "You are on Weibo."

Having not heard this person's voice for a long time, Zuo Qi was startled, but he quickly realized who it was, with a black line: "How do you know?"

Does his Weibo have a sensor installed, and it will be Didi as soon as it goes online?

"You think I'm blind, so many people say in that super chat."

"Then how did they know??" Zuo Qi was confused.

"There is that kind of software that locates and focuses on people..." Cai Hou felt that this brother was a little out of touch with the times, and smacked his mouth: "I forgot to remind you, forget it, it doesn't matter, let me tell you, do you feel that it's the first time in three years?" The enthusiasm of the fans of the year?"

"... "

What kind of broken software is that!

Zuo Qi's mouth twitched: "Your passion, sister, I just feel frightened."

Cai Hou laughed twice.

As a person who came out of the pants/crotch since childhood, even if I haven’t seen him for a long time, I’m not unfamiliar. After chatting for a few words, I felt like I came back. Before I knew it, Zuo Qi chatted with Hou Cai for a while.

"Why can't you come back? You are an Internet singer in the background, and no one has ever heard of a male voice, so who can recognize it." Cai Hou still didn't give up.

"No." Zuo Qi got dizzy when he thought about it, and refused decisively.

"Come on, I can't explain clearly to you on the phone," Cai Hou was rejected again, but he was not discouraged: "I am participating in an event in Hangzhou these few days, and I will contact you when I go back. Let's discuss it at that time."