Yang Tianqi stretched.
"Aiya, I can't take it anymore."
"I just wrote a song. I'm too tired. I need to rest.”
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--You only spent three minutes writing a song, and you're already complaining about being tired.
He remembered it clearly. This guy had clearly said that it was a song that he had casually written and that it did not require much thought. He must have been pretending when he said he was tired.
---Who are you looking down on? The audience, one song per person.
I want to listen to Yun Tianming's song.
--I want to listen to eastern songs
Hurry up and write! Stop pretending. It's only been three minutes. What are you tired of? Get up and write a song.
This guy was really pretending, but he had to admit that he was really awesome.
No wonder those singers often delay our albums, write songs for three minutes, and play for three months.
Go and @ your favorite singer. Look at how she can write a song in three minutes.
These netizens treated Yang Tianqi as an example.
How long did other singers take to compose a song?
One day?
Half a day?
Or half an hour?
No one knew about this at all?
Besides, when those singers were composing, would they invite their fans over and tell them to sit there and time them?
It was obviously unrealistic.
Therefore, no one knew how short it took a singer to compose a song.
But today.
It was different.
Because they saw the entire process of creation.
Yang Tianqi was not a professional musician.
No.
To be precise, he was a contestant, not even a professional musician.
In the end, this contestant used three minutes to write a song.
It was a topic that the netizens had come up with.
It was actually written very well.
It was completely in line with the audience's requirements.
Moreover, the time it took was extremely short.
This difficulty was no less than rubbing a missile with one's hands, right?
Think about it.
Such an unprofessional player.
He could write such an excellent piece of work in three minutes.
Where are your professional singers?
They couldn't even release a single album in a year.
Aren't you ashamed?
Don't you feel ashamed?
In the live broadcast room.
The audience who were originally watching the show was not afraid of the drama.
He spread the news of Yang Tianqi writing a song in three minutes.
Tieba, Weibo, post, etc.
Once this news spread, it quickly caused a storm on the Internet.
He wrote a song in three minutes.
Someone really did it?
This wasn't a human, this was a god!？
For a moment.
A large number of unfamiliar viewers appeared in Yang Tianqi's stream.
The popularity skyrocketed again.
There were even people who went to the live broadcast rooms of the daily streamers to pull people in.
In Mo Zi's live broadcast room.
On the bullet screen.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared.
Brothers, come and watch Yang Tianqi fill his cup.
This guy wrote a song in three minutes. It's too explosive.
---I'll regret it for half a day if I read it, and I'll regret it for a whole year if I don't.
--Three minutes of high-quality output
Mo Zi saw that her live broadcast room was full of people pulling heads.
"Three minutes? What did he mean by only three minutes? What was there to watch in three minutes? It would be gone if he fast-forwarded it.”
"High quality…Oh, it's damage output. I saw wrongly."
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"Hey, don't go!"
"You just came in. Why are you all out?”
These people ran away before Mo Zi could make them stay.
She also took away some of her viewers.
It was too infuriating.
"Come into my place and leave without leaving anything behind!？”
I'm dying of laughter. What's left?
--The speed of the foam is really too fast.
--As expected of a funny girl.
Timo.
She was singing with her fickle fans.
He also saw the people on the bullet screen frantically trying to recruit people.
Let everyone see what three minutes of high-quality damage was?
He looked at the exaggerated comments on the bullet screen.
She frowned.
"He asked me if I could write a song in three minutes? I definitely can't."
"No one can do it. No matter where you see it, it's definitely fake.”
"Hey, where is he?"
It was the same as the audience in the previous player's live broadcast room.
In the blink of an eye.
A large number of people were taken away from her live broadcast room.
These people came to Yang Tianqi's live broadcast room.
They were all stunned when they saw the reward list.
There were hundreds of them, but they could only rank fifth.
Was this a nouveau riche?
There was also the data of the platform's explosive popularity.
It was shocking.
Just the tips list alone was enough to crush all the live streaming rooms.
Some people might not even give one-tenth of his live stream gifts in a year.
It was too exaggerated.
Even if he had money, he shouldn't spend it like this.
And when they heard that it was only half an hour's worth of tips.
The new audience members were all shocked.
Half an hour?
One had to know that some people lived frugally and ate instant noodles every day in order to reward the streamer.
The money saved was only enough to tip a 4396 yuan luxury yacht.
In the end, in this live broadcast room, the number of people who tipped a luxury yacht was already in the top 100?
What kind of heaven-defying top-notch martial artist was this!
He was so shocked that his pupils trembled.
He was completely stunned.
Some people were still explaining what had happened to them.
Listening to Yang Tianqi's past experiences, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
That's right.
Hua Chenyu's corpse was whipped again.
Every time, as long as a new audience entered.
Hua Chenyu's corpse would be whipped once.
Hua Chenyu was sent to the hospital. This matter would probably be talked about for the rest of her life.
Meanwhile, Hua Chenyu was waiting for his sound engineer in another recording studio.
Why isn't the sound engineer here yet?
Why wasn't there even an employee?
Why don't we go out and ask?
On the Internet.
Zhou Jielun, who was browsing the blog, suddenly saw a large group of netizens who tagged her.
Why did he suddenly tag me?
Is it my birthday?
It's not even my birthday yet.
However, after thinking for a long time, he could not figure out what festival it was today.
He didn't care.
With so many fans tagging me, it must be a special day.
They must have come to give me their blessings. I can't let them down.
Just as he opened the backstage with joy.
In the end, he discovered that…
They were all urging him to write songs.
Blessing?
Why wasn't there a single blessing?
Look at them, they write a song in three minutes
You've been here for three years.
Are you embarrassed to sleep? At your age, can you sleep?
I'm not asking you to take three minutes, you can write one in thirty minutes, okay?
That was not right.
Last time, I just told the audience that I would definitely write songs next year.
Why are you rushing me so early?
Who could write a song in three minutes?
So curly?
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