Entertainment: I was at my ex-girlfriend's wedding and announced my comeback

As soon as the boy spoke, all eyes on the scene looked over.

Many Chutian fans glared at him.

What a fake fan.

On the other hand, the audience in the live broadcast room like to watch this kind of trouble-making session.

"That's what you said, praise and kill!"

"Yes, whether the song "Guest" created by Chutian was prepared in advance or not, I can verify it today."

"Do you intend to embarrass others?"

"Well done, Chutian has been upset for a long time, and he looks abandoned all day long, I sympathize with him."

Jia Xiaorui was also dumbfounded, her legs were clamped tightly, and her upper body was sitting upright.

She was almost certain that if it wasn't planned to make things difficult for the on-site creation, it would only keep Chu Tian from coming to Taiwan in the end.

She subconsciously looked at the guide.

It turned out to be nothing.

The director was also frowning in thought.

Leng Jiaxue was not there.

At this time, a thought flashed through Jia Xiaorui's mind.

Today's music interview has a gimmick.

I can even follow the last trending search by myself.

As for what Chutian should do, with her character, she would not care at all.

In the next second, she said the sentence she regretted most in her life.

"Mr. Chu Tian, ​​look, this fan is also doing it for your own good. Since he made such a request, are you really writing a song for us on the spot?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene instantly became noisy.

Some fans who didn't understand the situation began to follow suit.

"Oh, great, I can listen to Boss's new song again."

Of course, most of the fans were still rational and spoke up to dissuade them.

"What, that person is obviously a black fan, and he is making things difficult for the boss here."

"There are a few people in the entertainment industry who have the ability to improvise. Isn't this a scam?"

Fan Jing cried angrily again, she pinched Ma Di hard, and said angrily, "How could he do this."

Ma Di grinned his teeth in pain, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to deal with this kid."

Fan Jing shouted: "There are so many people watching, don't be silly."

"And this is Shanghai, not Kyoto."

Ma Di scratched his head anxiously: "Then what do you say?"

Fan Jing glanced at the stage and said worriedly: "Let's take a look first, I hope the boss won't agree."

On the other side, Xia Zhiyu couldn't stand it anymore.

Although she has a cold personality, when it comes to Chu Tian, ​​it is difficult for her to maintain her rationality.

So, angrily, he took out his phone and wanted to call Leng Jiaxue and let her handle it.

Unexpectedly, just after dialing, he caught a glimpse of Chu Tian on the stage, waved his hand, and said lightly.

"Okay, what's so difficult about it?"

"Since some fans have proposed it, and I believe that many viewers in the live broadcast room are also looking forward to seeing my new creation."

"Then let's have one."

what?
Silence!

Chu Tian actually agreed.

Now, even Zhao Guan, the boy who asked the question, was stunned.

He was originally Lin Qingyi's die-hard fan, and he got in because he wanted to disgust Chu Tian.

I didn't expect it to be a real success.

In Zhao Guan's eyes, even if Chu Tian agreed, he couldn't create any high-quality songs, so his goal was achieved.

After a moment of silence, all the fans at the scene rejoiced.

"Wow!"

"Boss, that's awesome."

There were also uniform responses to the barrage in the live broadcast room.

"Wait and see!"

Then, a comment suddenly slid out.

"Damn it, it's Zhao Guan, why did Brother Guan get to Chutian's interview?"

"It's really Brother Guan, awesome, he did something we didn't dare to do."

These bullet screens are all from Lin Qingyi's fan support club.

They often meet in Modu, and they are very familiar with each other.

This allowed netizens who watched the live broadcast to basically understand the truth of the matter.

Lin Qingyi's fans went to Chutian's scene to embarrass Chutian!

At this moment, Zhao Guan calmed down, he was still gambling, thinking that Chu Tian was looking for a step down by himself, so he continued to speak.

"Chutian, in order to maintain fairness, the subject matter of this improvisation must be limited."

Jia Xiaorui also nodded, and said nervously, "That's right, Chutian, you don't have to use your best subject matter for improvisation on the spot."

"Do you still dare?"

As soon as she spoke, Zhao Guan was happy.

This host is too cooperative with me, it's perfect.

Xia Zhiyu looked at Jia Xiaorui with cold eyes, and said to Leng Jiaxue on the phone: "You heard it all, does the host have a head?"

"What to do, you can handle it yourself."

"Ok, I know."

On the opposite side, Leng Jiaxue, who was driving, frowned and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

After finishing speaking, Leng Jiaxue hung up the phone and called the company manager Huang Liangwei.

Just said a word: "Fire Jia Xiaorui, don't ask me why."

On stage, Chu Tian didn't even think about it.

Looking at the enthusiastic fans, he responded with a smile: "No problem."

He looked like the boy next door.

At this moment, in the live broadcast room, many people posted barrage.

"I didn't have any feelings for Chutian before, and I even hated it, but now Lu has become a fan."

"Upstairs, if Chu Tian can really improvise and create, I will become a fan."

Someone else said.

"Is Chutian pretending?"

"If you can't write it while waiting, you will die of embarrassment."

And as Chu Tiandi spoke, Zhao Guan continued: "Then, I'll start to make a proposition."

He is smart and holds the initiative firmly in his own hands.

If the host of the meeting specifies other fans' propositions later, and then encounters Chu Tian's best bitter love songs, his efforts will be in vain.

Chu Tian didn't smudge, and still looked at Zhao Guan with a smile.

"Row."

Zhao Guan sneered and said, "I have a brother named Cui Shuo in the dormitory of my university. Unfortunately, he is depressed and his daily life is very painful. Can you write a song for him to warm his heart."

What the hell, writing songs for patients.

Put Chutian on the fire again.

As Zhao Guan said these words, in a university dormitory, in front of the computer screen, a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms twitched his mouth.

Zhao Guan, I won't be able to kill you when I get back.