Su Chen had been watching everything that happened in the online literature world from the sidelines until the other party admitted his mistake. At this moment, Su Chen stepped forward to show that he was fine.
Since the other party had paid the price, coupled with the sudden rise in the popularity of his novel, he had gained both fame and fortune, so he did not care much about this matter.
No matter how turbulent the waves were, they would eventually calm down. The number of fishing boats on the Internet began to decrease. However, what was interesting was that this matter was engraved into one of the legendary glories of the online literature world. Furthermore, it was praised by countless netizens as a poem.
"The bounty of a rage is trillions. How can there be such a person in the world?”
This poem was pinned at the top of the Origin Forum. Countless great gods, noobs, losers, and investors in the online literature world left their comments.
"Dust God V587!"
"If you don't enter the web novel, how can you know the gods of the world?"
"In the past, I didn't believe in geniuses, but now I do."
"If the world has a hundred years of beauty, it can't compare to the appearance of the dust god."
Basically, those who came here had some ink in their mouths. Even if they failed, they were still a little better than ordinary people. Slowly, the comments formed a fashion comparison. One by one, they praised him, wishing that they could integrate all the literary talent in the world into it.
The next day, Su Chen received a call asking him to come to Sing! and prepare for the top 16.
The next day, Su Chen arrived at the station early in the morning.
The rules for the top 16 were as follows. Each of the four groups would send one person to PK. After four rounds, the instructors would vote to choose the top four.
Then, the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth places were chosen by the audience.
The main reason for this was to highlight the importance of the instructors. Otherwise, if the audience had to choose everything, what was the point of having teachers? What kind of The Voice of the East was that? Couldn't he have just said that the audience was from the east?
The PK method was chosen by drawing lots. There were sixteen people and a total of eight numbers. If they were drawn together, they would be PK on the same stage.
Soon, the sixteen people began to draw lots. Of course, Su Chen was the first. Everyone looked at his number nervously, trying to guess what number it was.
"Mortal, number five."
After the staff finished reporting their numbers, everyone became even more nervous. It could be said that as long as they were to PK with Mortal Secular, they would definitely lose.
Thus, the group of people pretended to draw numbers casually, but in reality, their hands on the lots were slightly trembling.
"It wasn't me, it wasn't me.”
"Phew, I'm fine!"
"D * mn, it's actually me!"
When the people behind started to draw, a handsome man looked at his number with a displeased expression. Then, he glanced coldly at Su Chen, who was doing nothing, and gritted his teeth.
"Brother Zhang Fei, I have an idea."
Just as he was feeling dim and powerless, someone beside him spoke.
He looked at the person who was talking to him and thought to himself, I'm not familiar with this person. Why did he suddenly say this?
However, he still left quietly, pretending to practice singing, but in fact, he went to discuss something.
"What do you mean?"
When they arrived at a place where no one was around, the person who drew lots to challenge Su Chen on the same stage was called Zhang Fei. He was not a local. He had a dream of music and was unwilling to fall behind others. He was a person who loved to be competitive.
He was lucky enough to advance to the top 16, but his goal was not here. He wanted to reach the top 8, or even the top 4. Of course, he also wanted to reach the peak of the double king level. However, he knew that he was far from being as good as them. As long as he could reach the top eight, it could be said to be very important for his future music path.
However, when he saw that he had drawn the Mortal Plane, he felt terrible. There was nothing he could do. He could not choose to reject the competition just because he had drawn Su Chen, right?
Just as he was in a state of despair, this person came looking for him.
His name was Xu Yang and he was also a singer. He was also a wandering singer and no one supported his music dream.?However, this person was quite strong in music. It was estimated that he would definitely be able to compete for the top four. Even the peak of the two kings would have the chance to go on stage and PK.
Seeing that the other party had come to find him, he already understood what was going on, but he did not want to be the first to speak.
"What is it? You know better than me. There are some things that we shouldn't beat around the bush. Our common enemy is the secular world.”
Hearing this, Zhang Fei lowered his head and did not say anything. His eyebrows were all knitted together as he gritted his teeth.
"Listen to me. I have a way to let you win. Even if you may not win, at least you can destroy the other party. Let him fall from the altar to hell."
Seeing that Zhang Fei did not refuse or reject the topic, Xu Yang began to induce him.?
"If I don't advance, what benefits do I get?”
Zhang Fei wasn't stupid, so why should he work for you for free? If he succeeded, everything would be fine. But what if it didn't work?
"200,000 yuan. As long as you do this, I'll transfer it to your bank card now and introduce you to some famous music companies. At least, you don't have to wander around after leaving the stage.”
Xu Yang stretched out two fingers. His voice was filled with boredom. He knew that the other party was tempted and he did not need to say anything more.?
" Why should I believe you?"# Date:09 20 2019 12:15PM
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