First Love Marriage: I Was Forced to Sing to Celebrate
7 Zhang Yuan has been fancied by someone for ’Watching the Moon’

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"Host, you had a wonderful sleep. Your skin has become whiter by one point.

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Zhang Yuan finally opened his eyes. Before he could figure out what was going on, a series of notifications sounded in his mind.

He was stunned for a long time before he accepted the information.

"F * ck, awesome. What's the background of this system?”

"I was just sleeping, and I actually added so many attributes.”

He got up and felt full of energy and his body was extremely comfortable.

It was as if he had been reborn.

" Face the wind!!!"

His phone rang again.

"Hello?" Zhang Yuan answered.

"Zhang Yuan, I'm Lin Yiyi. Do you know that you're famous?”

"Ah?"

Zhang Yuan widened his eyes.

"What's going on? I became popular after sleeping? Could it be that someone secretly took photos?"

Opposite him.

In a certain pink room.

Lin Yiyi crossed her legs and slapped her forehead.""What nonsense are you talking about? I called you just now, but you didn't listen to anything.

I mean, you're famous. You're famous for singing.”

"Today Next Year?"

"Yes, it's this song. Now, you're all over the internet, TikTok, and Weibo.”

Zhang Yuan hung up the phone and turned on TikTok.

He was dumbfounded.

"F * ck, is it really necessary to sing a song?"

He saw videos of him singing being forwarded everywhere.

He clicked on it and took a look.

The music started.

Zhang Yuan was slightly surprised.

It was really good and resonated with people's hearts. No wonder so many people were chasing after it.

He clicked on the comments.

"Have you found Zhang Yuan? Did he commit suicide?"

"It's possible. Little Brother loves her so deeply. Little Brother might not be able to withstand the blow of his first love getting married.”

"That woman is so hateful. She hates the poor and loves the rich.”

"Cao, aren't all women like this?”

"Who is the stinky loser talking about? You men are not good people either."

Zhang Yuan was speechless.

This was the 18th floor underground.

He shook his head, turned off TikTok, and opened Weibo.

The first trending topic was 'Who is Zhang Yuan'???

Commentator:

"Little brother is so handsome."

"Shallow. The important thing is that he's talented.”

"Love is deep. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to sing such sad emotions.”

"Good men always get hurt."

"Little brother, where are you?"

"Little brother, are you going to enter the entertainment industry?" I can help."

"F * ck, is it true? Wait, this is Fatty Di?"

"Even Fatty Deeny was alarmed."

"I'm in full support of Little Brother's debut. Fatty Di has finally done something serious.”

Zhang Yuanzheng looked at it seriously.

The netizens 'comments were quite interesting.

But…

" Face the wind!!!"

Lin Yiyi turned on the phone again.

After the call connected, Lin Yiyi said anxiously without waiting for Zhang Yuan to speak,""Zhang Yuan, do you want to enter the entertainment industry? Fatty Di likes you."

"No." Zhang Yuan refused without hesitation.

Lin Yiyi was Zhang Yuan's classmate and they had a good relationship.

"Why?" Don't you want to be famous? Don't want to make a lot of money? There were so many beautiful women in the entertainment industry, so what was Xie Lin?”

"No," Zhang Yuan said without hesitation.”

"What about internet celebrities? Internet celebrities are also good.”Lin Yiyi tried to persuade him.

"No."

"Then what do you want to do? It wasn't easy for him to get some fame, and he wanted to waste it?”

Zhang Yuan was stunned.

What do I want?

In her previous life, she wasn't rich.

Work hard.

He was so tired that he woke up early and slept late every day to make a living.

Am I going to be like this in my life?

Zhang Yuan's gaze became firm.""I…I want to travel around the world.”

This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]

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