The moment he finished speaking.
Lin Nian received a sudden notification from the system.
Ding! Detected that the host is currently participating in the elimination tournament, now issuing a mission!
Host, please sing "Until the End of the World" to win the arena and infect more than 85% of the audience.
Lin Nian's pupils constricted when he heard the mission notification.
This mission was exactly the same as the previous one, but there was an additional requirement to pass the arena.
In other words.
This time, not only did Lin Nian have to impress the audience, but he also had to defeat Zhou Zhennan.
Even if the system didn't ask for it, Lin Nian had planned to do this himself.
In this variety show.
Different from Lin Nian's real chuunibyou character, Zhou Zhennan's character was a rich second-generation heir.
However, was he really a rich second-generation heir?
Only Lin Nian, who had a god's perspective, knew that in his previous life, Zhou Zhennan's family scandal was completely exposed two to three years after his debut.
He was not a rich second-generation heir. His entire family was in debt of hundreds of millions!
However, after the news was exposed, not only did Zhou Zhennan not collapse, but after a wave of cleansing, he acted as if nothing had happened. He participated in variety shows and continued to earn money.
In the end, his image as a rich second-generation heir would collapse.
That was all.
Reality was simply too magical!
Therefore, eliminating Zhou Zhennan as soon as possible was not just for Lin Nian's own sake.
This was to prevent many naive fans from being deceived by him in the future.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Nian realized that many of the audience members were already screaming excitedly.
When she heard the name of the anime Lin Nian had just mentioned.
The moment he heard the name of the song.
All of a sudden, the eyes of countless spectators blurred as all sorts of memories filled their minds.
Even the star promotion officer, Xue Zhiqian, could not sit still!!
The corners of his lips were tightly pursed as he excitedly grabbed the microphone in front of him and said,
"Lin Nian, you actually chose the ending song of Slam Dunk this time!!？”
"Oh my god, speaking of this anime, I have to say a few more words!!”
Old Xue was extremely excited. He even stood up and was the first to give a speech.
Hearing Old Xue's excitement, Teacher He immediately asked,""Xue Xue, why are you so excited? I believe that the anime Slam Dunk is very meaningful to you.”
Old Xue's throat tightened.”
"When I watched this anime back then, it wasn't like it is now. Online videos are so popular.”
"At that time, I was waiting in front of the TV channel and watched episode after episode. Moreover, I was watching the national version!”
"And at that time, I was only a few years younger than these contestants.”
As a well-deserved singer born in the 1980s.
Slam Dunk had accompanied Old Xue's youth.
Back then, when the Internet was not popular.
Xue Zhiqian was still watching the national version on television.
Almost every day after school, the first thing he did was turn on the TV and wait for Slam Dunk to play.
Although only one episode was broadcasted every day.
Moreover, there were advertisements in between.
However, Old Xue still got carried away and finished watching every episode.
It could be said that Slam Dunk was Old Xue's youth.
Until so many years had passed!
Old Xue was still paying attention to Slam Dunk, looking forward to the TV version of the National League.
Therefore, when she heard Lin Nian's song and heard him mention " Slam Dunk "
That was why Xue Zhiqian seemed so restless.
He did not hide the excitement in his heart at all and spoke without restraint!
Old Xue's fanaticism caused a heated discussion in the live broadcast room.
"F * ck, Xue Zhiqian has seen a slam dunk? Why don't I believe it!"
"I can tell that you didn't have a childhood. Although I haven't watched Slam Dunk, I know how popular it was back then!”
"This anime was too popular back then. Even though I'm a girl, I still know about Kaede Rukawa and Hanamichi Sakuragi!”
"It's not just popular. I remember that when it was broadcast that year, the number of people playing basketball in school increased exponentially!”
"No way! Ever since Lin Nian appeared, I realized that not only Big Mimi, but Old Xue is also an anime fan?”
"What's so strange about that? Before Old Xue became famous, wasn't he just an ordinary person when he watched Slam Dunk?”
"That's right. Besides, there are too many big celebrities who love to watch anime!”
"Wow, Old Xue is so excited. It's obvious that he's not pretending. He's obviously a real fan of slam dunk!”
“.......”
In an instant.
Due to Lin Nian's initial song selection and Xue Zhiqian's revelation, everyone's conversation was focused on the animation " Slam Dunk."
Whether an anime was popular or not did not depend solely on its views.
A work like Slam Dunk could no longer be described as popular.
Rather, it had already entered everyone's lives and had an impact.
Back in the day, countless teenagers became interested in basketball after watching Slam Dunk.
When it was broadcast that year, the school basketball court, which was originally deserted, was suddenly crowded and had to line up.
This phenomenon could be seen everywhere.
Of course, Old Xue was not the only one who was excited.
Instead, it was the countless people born in the 80s and 90s who were close to Old Xue's age and watched Slam Dunk on TV every day!
That year, the television station's policies were not as strict.
A large number of Japanese comics had been imported by domestic television stations.
Although everyone was watching the national version.
However, in many people's hearts, the national version of Slam Dunk was definitely a classic among classics. It was not inferior to the original!
That Sakuragi Hanamori, who sometimes spoke in a despicable tone but once he got serious, he would become hot-blooded.
The one with a nice voice but was very arrogant, Liu Chuanfeng.
It was the gorilla Akagi Tsuyoshi with a hoarse and rough voice.
When the audience recalled the voices of the Chinese version, all kinds of memories came flooding back.
"What a pity! What a pity!"
"Lin Nian, you're such a fun player, yet you're not coming to my Solitary Racetrack!!”
Old Xue, who was still extremely excited and did not sit down, sighed in front of everyone.
In fact, Old Xue had watched Lin Nian's performance of " Blue Bird " after completing the Solitary Racetrack assessment.
It didn't matter when he saw it, but he was simply envious of Big Honey!
As someone who was more flamboyant and occasionally lived in his own world, Old Xue was more than happy.
In fact, in the eyes of the fans, Old Xue was also a little chuunibyou.
Therefore, excluding Lin Nian's heaven-defying singing skills, he, a chuunibyou, was simply too suited to Old Xue's taste!
It was a pity that such an interesting player was actually from Big Honey's beauty track.
Although Old Xue's Solo Racetrack had a hard standard, which was that it had to be an original singer.
However, Old Xue did not mind making an exception for Lin Nian. He knew that there was no hope, but he still said,""Lin Nian, do you want to consider jumping ship and come to our Solitary Racetrack?”
The sudden poaching
Moreover, it was in front of a large crowd.
All of a sudden, the effects of the program exploded.
"What the hell? This was only the second episode and they were already snatching people?”
"I'm dying of laughter. Old Xue is still Old Xue. He's starting to poach people!”
"Oh my god, is this the charm of this chuunibyou song god, Lin Nian?”
"Actually, those who are familiar with Old Xue know that with Lin Nian's personality, he definitely gets along very well with Old Xue!”
"Big Honey: You want to steal my trump card? No way!”
"Hahahaha, look at Big Mimi. Her eyes look like she wants to kill Old Xue!”
When they heard Old Xue say this, everyone immediately stared at Lin Nian.
Because everyone was eager to see how Lin Nianhui would answer.
Even a fresh flower, an evaluation ticket, or a monthly ticket would do…
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