The audience watching the live broadcast was impressed. They knew Jiang Chen had a big brain, but who knew it would be this big.
No normal person would think of using this classic line to describe it. The most important thing was that it felt like a rainstorm!
The two consecutive answers could be said to be flawless. The damn rainstorm scene played in his mind.
The rain was pouring down on her head…
It could be said that no one could use such an answer to describe it. It was impossible to know what kind of surprise he would give you.
Just as everyone was laughing…
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"I'm a little embarrassed about how much I earned from your 100 yuan.”
"How about this? I'll give you another one.”
Jiang Chen thought for a while.
He would be rewarded 200 yuan if he agreed to accept a street interview. He would be given another 100 yuan if he answered one more question.
That would be 300 yuan altogether. Money was too easy to earn. He definitely couldn't scam others.
Just now, when I was thinking about it, I thought of something unnecessary. Why don't I buy one for free and give you an additional answer?
"Oh? Brother Jiang Chen, you can answer.”
"Sure, then give me another one. I don't believe you have more.”
"This time, it can't be another famous scene in a TV series, right? It has to be something else.”
When the host, Xiao You, heard that there was an answer, she instantly became curious.
He had already given two classic answers, and his mind could be said to be playing that damn scene continuously.
There couldn't be such a scene of the root of all evil. Most importantly, she knew everything Jiang Chen said.
It seemed that as people born in the 1990s, they were very familiar with these things.
"A story between the siblings after school."
Jiang Chen continued.
At this moment.
The live broadcast room exploded.
Brother Jiang, something's wrong with you!
Brother Jiang, there's something wrong with you!
Brother Jiang, there's something wrong with you!
What was going on? The first two could still be known, but what the hell was with this little story about the siblings after school?
The post-00 generation expressed that they did not know either. Was there any kind-hearted person who could answer it on the spot?
The post-01 generation expressed that they didn't know either. They were curious and wanted to know. They asked a kind-hearted person to teach them and answer them. They asked Sir to answer their doubts!
Children shouldn't ask. You're still young. This is a matter for adults.
Right, right, right. Children shouldn't pry into adult matters. Anyway, the rain was heavy!
What a fast speed. This is not the bus to the kindergarten. I want to get off, let me off!
The scene came instantly. The wheels of the car were rolling on my face. There was something wrong with the rain!
I spat out the water I drank just now. My damn memories of youth.
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Soon, rows of 'Brother Jiang, you're not right' appeared in the broadcast room.
Those who knew about it also maintained their formation. The screen was filled with these six words.
Many of the post-90s generation had seen this small picture. It was a very popular picture at that time.
Even though so many years had passed, this picture was deeply engraved in everyone's blood.
With Jiang Chen's reminder, the shy memory kept echoing in his mind.
Classic, never outdated
The host, Xiao You, did not understand the meaning of this sentence at first. She thought about it seriously in her mind.
He thought that it was another classic scene from a TV series, but after a round of brain searching, he did not find a suitable match.
As she thought about it, her face suddenly turned red…
Wasn't this a picture that her classmate had sent to her at that time?
The cameraman at the scene suddenly reacted. He really did not know the first two sentences, nor did he know why the rain was so heavy.
However, he instantly understood the story of the siblings. He had seen this picture before and had even collected it in Little Penguin.
" Brother Jiang Chen, you can't play like this."
"This car suddenly started driving!”
"Next, next, this ends here!”
"If you don't use the word 'rain' to describe the rain, then how do you describe the snow without the word 'snow'?”
The host, Xiao You, looked at the inscription card and continued to ask.
The blush on her face had yet to subside, and that damned scene replayed in the child's mind.
The sudden driving was simply unexpected.
After she finished reading the card, she stole a glance at Jiang Chen and found that his expression was very calm.
Another question.
The question this time was similar to the previous question. You couldn't use words or phrases that had snow in them to describe the snow.
The audience was also curious, wondering if Jiang Chen could still surprise them.
"Yuan Hua, don't call me again, I'm afraid Xia Luo will misunderstand.”
"No, I can't! Qiuya, no!"
Just as Jiang Chen finished his sentence.
The live broadcast room exploded again.
I just touched your hand and you're already like this. He touched your mouth. Brothers, take it!
Snowflakes fluttered, the north wind blew, and the world was vast…
A cold plum blossom stands proudly in the snow, only for the fragrance of that person. Love my love, no regrets, this feeling will stay in my heart for a long time.
Hahaha, you guys know my Brother Jiang. You've learned how to answer first.
It was not snow, it was hail. She would never forget the man who came with BGM and special effects!
Brother Jiang's answer would never disappoint us.
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When the stream heard Jiang Chen's classic lines, they couldn't help but be excited.
She immediately thought of the man who came with background music.
Yuan Hua and the main character, Charlotte, pursued the goddess Qiuya together, and they were always crushed on the road of love.
When he was crushed, a classic background music would appear!
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