The Spring Dawn of the Su Cavern, which was named after a famous poem, sounded much better than the current lake embankment.
As Jiang Sheng thought about it, he opened his newly registered Weibo on his phone. After uploading a few photos of the lake's scenery, he typed a headline.
"The water is bright and clear, and the mountains are strange in the rain. If you want to compare the West Lake with the West Lake, it is always appropriate to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.”
In Jiang Sheng's eyes, the only advantage of the advanced Internet was that he could record everything he saw and thought on his small phone at any time.
This newly registered Weibo didn't have any fans, and Jiang Sheng only planned to use it to record his life.
After a long time, when he was old, he could reminisce about his life experiences.
In this life, he didn't want to be as short and sloppy as before.
Jiang Sheng spent the entire day immersed in the scenery of West Lake, feeling relaxed and happy.
When the cool evening wind blew, Jiang Sheng was already sitting on the tea table on the terrace near West Lake.
He looked up at the moon in the sky and looked down at the moon in the lake.
He drank a pot of tea in the evening breeze and prepared to go to the musical instrument store in the city.
However, the Blue Platform, which was also in Xingzhou, was a completely different scene.
When the live broadcast of the 'Like for a Song' program was nearing its end, executive director Li Hao looked at the viewership ratings and then at the bullet screen. He let out a deep sigh.
"I entered the live broadcast room early to see Jiang Sheng. Where is he? Kidnapped by the production team?"
"After I watched Yu Kewei sing, I didn't see Jiang Sheng's comments, so I left after scolding him. Now that the show is about to end, I'm here to scold him again.”
"By the way, do any of you know Jiang Sheng's social media account? Ten thousand people wrote in blood, quickly call him back to participate in the show!”
"Without Jiang Sheng, the 100-praise group would be a chaotic mess. With Jiang Sheng around, he would be a beast tamer. At least these demons and ghosts are afraid of being slapped in the face, so they can restrain themselves!”
“……”
Like for Songs wasn't a singing variety show that was purely in the form of PK. The fundamental purpose was to shorten the distance between singers and Short videos, and online singers and the stage.
Therefore, the singers and celebrities invited were not fixed.
As the executive director of the show, Li Hao had already sensed the value of Jiang Sheng's popularity in the last episode.
He had already thought of getting Jiang Sheng to come over for every program in the future.
However, he was not an ordinary internet celebrity. Other internet celebrities were scrambling to think of ways to get a few more episodes on the show, but Jiang Sheng refused.
He said that he wanted to rest for a period of time to relax and take a walk.
Nowadays, people who were not popular would fight to the death to get on the show. Those who were popular would want to strike while the iron was hot, but they still fought to the death to get on the show.
Jiang Sheng's determination to do the opposite made Li Hao unable to react for a moment.
However, when he saw the plummeting viewership ratings and the number of viewers, Li Hao regretted it very much. He should have discussed it with Jiang Sheng more.
Even if he had to be tied up, he had to be tied up on the blue stage.
Thinking of this, Li Hao slapped his thigh and sighed deeply.
The person who sighed at the same time as Li Hao was Yang Zhongwei, who had just left the stage and was sitting in the lounge.
"I didn't hear Jiang Sheng's comments today. It's a little boring. Why can't I understand what the other members of the 100-praise group are saying? Is it because my education level is not good enough?"
Yang Zhongwei was stunned by the sudden poem of a man in ancient costume in the previous episode.
This episode was even more confused by another internet celebrity's seemingly flowery words that he could not understand at all.
After one episode of the program, he felt that something was missing. It was like eating steak without salt and pepper. It was tasteless.
"I think it's boring too…"
Zhang Hanyun, who was wearing a white one-piece shorts, was leaning on the sofa. She was no longer in high spirits.
When she was singing on the stage, she had already started to look for Jiang Sheng.
It was not because of anything else, but because he felt that only one person in the live audience could understand the song.
The rest of them came with a purpose. Actually, they didn't care what the singer sang.
Without an audience, singing was naturally boring.
As soon as Zhang Hanyun finished speaking, Yu Kewei immediately said.
"Alright, you two should be content! I've never been evaluated by a decent person before. It's all nonsense…"
Yu Kewei was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered the camera in the room. He quickly stopped in time and paused for a moment before he could not help but say,
"Teacher Yang, you're so lucky that you can't understand what they're saying. It's even more frustrating if you can understand them.”
Yu Kewei knew that he was too direct, but he regretted it many times. He couldn't help but say it again.
Yang Zhongwei smiled helplessly and shook his head. He took out his phone from his pocket, which had been muted before he went on stage, and checked his unread messages.
On the prestige page, the dialog box with the remark 'Musical Instrument King-Li Shijie' showed many unread messages, and the red dot number was still rising.
"Old Yang, you did well this episode. You should have done this a long time ago.”
"Your singing and dancing last time will become your dark history. You didn't listen to me and only listened when the young man criticized you. You're already so old, but you're not as clear as the young man!”
"Listen to me next time. My judgment is correct.”
"Why isn't that young man here this week? I'm also ready to chase after celebrities now. I'll start with this young man called Jiang Sheng.”
At the entrance of an exquisitely decorated musical instrument store in Xingzhou City, Li Shijie crossed his legs and leisurely drank tea while enjoying the evening breeze. He was mocking his old friend, Yang Zhongwei.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。