Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 124 Who is more ruthless?
This piercing cry.

Zhong Liang and Brother Jie were stunned.

Who would have thought that there would be such a tough fan, and they would not be stingy with their beautiful Mandarin in the face of the live broadcast. They are really role models for our generation.

Brother Jie laughed loudly, "Ah Liang, look at that female reporter's expression, her eyes are wide open, she looks as stable as an old dog, but she is panicking in her heart."

Zhong Liang also watched the music, this scene seems familiar.

Could it be that all long-distance reunions are unexpected encounters?

It's a pity that such a classic picture appeared at the concert, not the interview scene after the national football team lost.

But soon Zhong Liang realized that he was worrying too much. With the strength of the national football team, the chances of similar scenes in the future are greatly reduced.

The bullet screen was also stunned for a while, and then went crazy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

"This little mouth, wipe honey."

"Such beautiful Mandarin."

"The reporter found out that he was scolding, and quickly handed over the microphone. This is real."

"It is said that this reporter was hired by Yang Zhang to shoot special topics for publicity. I'm afraid I won't get a dime now."

"I'm really worried about the safety of the female reporter, and I really want to go up and protect her."

"Are you protecting that? I'm too embarrassed to point you out."

“Entertainment reporter becomes war reporter.”

"Hahaha, what a fool."

……

Zhong Liang looked forward to the classic operation of the female reporter to correct the fans' three views, but unfortunately the screen was cut directly.

But this scene has already brought enough joy to everyone, and it will eventually become a famous scene.

Brother Jie said happily: "A Liang, do you think this Yang Zhang will be so angry? I originally wanted to show off, but the fans didn't give him the face and made him the laughing stock. Hahaha, I laughed to death."

Zhong Liang thought for a while, then shook his head and wrote, "Maybe there will be another turning point, which is hard to say."

"Another turning point?" Brother Jie scratched his head, a little confused, "What turning point, can a person like Yang Zhang have a turning point? I wish he would die."

Zhong Liang doesn't surf the Internet much, and doesn't care much about public opinion on the Internet.

But Brother Jie can't. He is responsible for Zhong Liang's logistics work. He pays attention to online comments to avoid public relations crises. He often spends time online and knows everything about Yang Zhang's actions.

It can be said that Yang Zhang is as disgusting as he wants, and as disgusting as he wants to be.

If he saw him face to face, Brother Jie might beat him up.

Therefore, Brother Jie was not very satisfied with Zhong Liang, who was a victim, speaking for the perpetrator in turn.

Zhong Liang explained, "Didn't you realize that the memes are getting more and more popular now? This interview will eventually become a classic meme, and every time you mention this meme, you will think of Yang Zhang. Do you think this is the case?" Turning point?"

Brother Jie was right when he thought about 'Zinima', he would think of Yang Zhang.

Zhong Liang continued to write: "But it doesn't mean that the turning point must be in a good direction, and it may also be in a bad direction."

Brother Jie immediately said: "Then turn around and die, anyway, I want Yang Zhang to die."

Zhong Liang sighed, he still didn't understand.

When he was about to continue writing, Brother Jie interrupted him, "Stop explaining to Yang Zhang. You have a good heart, so you are always bullied by others. If you are in the entertainment industry, you cannot be merciful. You are a cannibal." Ah Liang, do you understand this circle?"

Zhong Liang still shook his head and continued to write: "Why do you always think about the horror of other people's death, why can't you let a hundred strong men take turns, chemical castration, skinning and cramps? Let him die, it's too kind."

Jack: "..."

Gudong!Brother Jie swallowed hard, and said, "I understand the truth, why can't it be chemical castration first, and then a hundred big men?"

Zhong Liang: "Those one hundred big men need to be comfortable."

"It's small, the layout is small." Brother Jie clasped his fists, "I admire you, you are the one who is ruthless."

Zhong Liang also cupped his fists, meaning to talk about each other.

Brother Jie had already put down his fists, but he clasped his fists again when he saw this, which meant that he dared not act, or that you were ruthless.

Zhong Liang raised his fist again: No, no, you are still ruthless.

Brother Jie raised his fist a quarter high: No, no, no, you are ruthless.

Zhong Liang again...

Jackie raised again...

The two did not give in at all, and vowed to be one section higher than the other.

They were lying down at first, but now both of them stood up, and then began to collapse on the bed.

There was a lot of movement between the two, Mu Chengxue who heard the sound opened the door and was stunned on the spot.

Both Zhong Liang and Brother Jie were shirtless, clasped their hands into fists and raised them high above their heads. If you dance, I will dance too.

The corners of Mu Chengxue's mouth stretched to the base of her neck, and she pulled out her contemptuous tone: "Sha~~~~~~Diao!!!"

The two zombie jumpers stopped for a moment, turned their heads stiffly, and saw Muchengxue leaning against the door enchantingly, her eyes of disdain not concealed at all.

"It is said that men are still teenagers until they die. I think you two are idiots until your death." Mu Chengxue growled: "You two are arguing here, why don't you let people sleep?"

At this time, an angry voice came from the other end of the corridor: "What the hell, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and you are here to mourn? If you shout again, believe it or not, I will break your teeth and stuff them into your stomach."

Mu Chengxue shrank her neck in fright, slipped into the door and closed it behind her back.

Society, society, can't afford to be provoked...

Zhong Liang: "..."

Jack: "..."

Why don't you growl?Why aren't you an idiot?What are you doing?

Zhong Liang walked over decisively, opened the door, and invited both of them out.

As for whether the big brother of the society is guarding outside, that's none of his business, anyway, a dead fellow Taoist will not die a poor daoist.

In the end, the two returned to their rooms one after another, and Zhong Liang was finally able to calm down.

The speed of the concert was much slower than he expected.

From the beginning of the summer to the beginning of December now, not counting the one specially rewarded by the system, the remaining eight concerts took almost half a year.

Zhong Liangmo did some calculations. If things go on like this, it may take another year next year to finish the remaining 20 concerts.

The recovery of his voice was nowhere in sight, and it was somewhat tormenting for him.

"I have to plan, increase the speed, and strive to finish the remaining concerts in the spring of next year."

Everything is in the pocket.

Throat restoration is no exception.

If it was repaired as soon as possible, his hanging heart would be able to let go of it as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the dead of night, Zhong Liang was about to hand over the third mission.

Repair another 10%, plus the previous 20%, for a total of 30%.

1+2=3, popular science, by the way, the number of words.

In Zhong Liang's mind.

System interface: "Main mission: 33 concerts completed (9/33)."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the third phase of the task, which can restore 10% of the function of the throat."

"Will it be repaired?"

"Hurry up."

After having the first and second experience, Zhong Liang not only became less nervous, but even became familiar with it.

"Ding! It's being repaired..."

(End of this chapter)