God-level anchor, was dumped at the beginning of the blind date

[Fuck, what's going on, even though I didn't even hear the lyrics that the host hummed, but... I know this feeling is very subtle, and I enjoy it! 】

[The melody of this song is simply too awesome. I am afraid that even in the whole world, this melody can explode the audience! 】

【At first I thought Girl Without Makeup was the best song I've ever heard in my life, but I didn't expect that the three-section stick is also so good! 】

[The anchor is awesome!All rise! 】

The fans in the live broadcast room were quite excited. Wang Ning's performance exceeded their expectations. You must know that this is a cappella, which can mobilize everyone's emotions.

If it is set off by the accompanying music, then you can imagine how shocking this song would be!

[The anchor will sing us another three-section stick, it sounds really good. 】

The corners of Wang Ning's mouth raised slightly, the performance of the fans exceeded their expectations~

However, I can't keep singing. Wang Ning has already planned to go to a special music recording studio to record when he has money, and then post it directly on the Internet. Wouldn't it be possible to make a lot of money?
"Brothers, singing is just one of my specialties. I also have a nickname called Treasure Boy. This is the end of today's live broadcast. Let's do it outdoors tomorrow." After speaking, Wang Ning directly downloaded it.

【...Don't, can you sing me another three-section stick? 】

[The anchor is getting more and more willful now...]

【I won’t wake up again at noon tomorrow...】

[The anchor is too short...]

After the broadcast, the entire live broadcast room continued for a long time with barrage again, before finally quieting down.

Back in the dormitory, Wang Ning looked at the number of fans on his Twitter, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. If he continues at this speed, he is likely to become a big anchor in the future!
The next day, the weather was very clear. Wang Ning started to stroll on the street. Passing by the basketball court, he saw an acquaintance, the king of folk dancing!
Good guy, the uncle on the basketball court played dynamic music, Michael Jackson's classic songs.

Instructing the uncles and aunts behind them to twist their dynamic dance steps, a group of aunts behind them rubbed against the uncle of the dancing king.The uncle and his wife hurriedly stopped those aunts who were rubbing up, and the uncle was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Boy paper, thank you so much, I am in a much better mood now, my waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer hurting, and I live a happy life every day!" Uncle Wu Wang said to Wang Ning, stepping on his hand.

"Hahaha, I am also very happy to see you happy~" Wang Ning said, waving his hand at the uncle.

[Fuck, the Lord Dancer has appeared. 】

[Hahaha, this uncle is too cute. 】

[Seeing the uncle's magical dance, I just want to laugh, hahaha! 】

Wang Ning also came to the uncle's side.Greetings with grandpa and aunt.He also taught the master dancer a move that he has compared his experience, so that he can interact with the audience in the live broadcast room.

"What are you... doing? Do you want to insult Michael? You actually played Michael's music in this way?!" A tall crooked nut dressed in black and with yellow hair came over, although the voice Some are not standard but can barely hear clearly.

"Baga, ours, didn't disrespect Michael, ours, carry forward Michael, you understand?" Uncle Wuwang said angrily to Wei Guoren.

In the consciousness of the dance master, the so-called crooked nuts are Japanese, so I used the little Japanese on TV to tell this crooked nut.

However, this crooked nut is an American.

"What did you say? I don't understand~" Wai Guoren looked confused.

"He meant that Michael Jackson's songs really found their home in China," Wang Ning said.

"Are you kidding me? Stop insulting my idol! You Chinese don't know anything about art except table tennis!" Wai Guoren said angrily.

"What are you talking about? You foreign guy?" In an instant, this crooked nut irritated the dancing uncles and aunts, and rushed towards him. The consistent purpose is to scratch at the crooked nuts.

There were a few bloodstains on Wai Guoren's body, and he screamed from being scratched. "You old bastards bullied me, a crooked nut, the quality of the Chinese is low!" Wai Guoren yelled while jumping and running away.

[This crooked nut, doesn't he have a sense of superiority? 】

[You are welcome to come to China for business cooperation. If you dare to come to China to find trouble, hehe, we Chinese will not let you! 】

[Yes, don’t think of every Asian as a Japanese. We Chinese are hard-backed when we meet a Yankee! 】

[This gringo really deserves it. 】

"You're finished, you're finished! You all have the courage to fight together!" After being scratched, Wai Guoren spoke even more awkwardly.

Fortunately, the anchor could hear clearly.

"I'm going to sue you old bastards." Wai Guoren said angrily.

"Little devil, I'll give you one hundred dollar bills. Follow me to the police station and sue them!" Crooked Nut Pete said angrily.

Wang Ning pretended to be puzzled. "Sue them? Sue them for what."

"Sorry, Mr. Waiguoren, I just heard you insult us Chinese, saying that we Chinese don't understand Michael's music!"

[Anchor, good job! 】

【behind you! 】

【Give you a Like! 】

In the live broadcast room, Wang Ning received thousands of likes in an instant.

"You...what are you talking about?" Wai Guoren was stunned. Some people don't even want dollar bills. Are Chinese people stupid?

Wang Ning used the system in his mind to scan, and sure enough, the information about this crooked nut appeared.

Pete, American, age 35, hobbies: music, food.He is a person who regards music and food as the ultimate meaning of life.

I can start from these two points, so that this Yankee will be convinced of China!

"I'm afraid you can't even sing Michael's songs, but there will be a group of old men and wives dancing Michael's dances here! It's terrible, it's terrible!" Pete said while hugging his head.

It doesn't matter if I get scratched, but I really can't bear it, let these Chinese people who don't understand music play Michael's music in this way on the basketball court.

"Then can you sing? I'm afraid you can't sing as well as me." Wang Ning raised his mouth slightly and looked at Pete with contemptuous eyes.

"Music knows no borders, Mr. Pete!" Wang Ning said seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" Pete seemed to have heard some strange news, with a surprised expression.

Wang Ning was stunned, he didn't know English, so he would just say hello~ what kidding?It’s too heavy on the taste, is this a habit of crooked nuts?

[Anchor, you are illiterate, what he means is that you are joking with him, that is to say, he is not convinced! 】

Wang Ning understood instantly. "Since you are not convinced, shall we compete?"