Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 171

If the first blog post is a thunderbolt, then this blog post is the Zijin Hammer!

The comment section exploded.

"I'm from the bottom of the society, what's wrong? I can't compare to you, a junior?"

"So coffee shops are considered high-end places? Tsk tsk tsk... It's the first time I know that I'm a high-end person, thanks to Xiaosan."

"Sorry, I'm a financial practitioner, but I like to listen to this song, so I'm at the bottom of society, and I'm ashamed of everyone!"

"I'm sorry, I work in a state-owned enterprise, but I like to listen to this song, so I'm at the bottom of society, and I'm ashamed of everyone!"

"I'm sorry, I'm also a public ape, but I like to listen to this song, so I'm at the bottom of society, and I'm embarrassing to everyone!"

……

There was a lot of ridicule below, and soon, even the other big Vs ended up participating in the 'battle'!
Zhuo Wei then sent a blog post.

[Little San's brain circuit is really strange, it's the first time I've heard someone say a song and it's divided into classes! 】

This article quickly became a hot search, and on the Internet, a new wave of discussions about songs and class issues has also launched.

As for Ling Yun, he has long forgotten the password of his Weibo account and never played Weibo. Of course, he can't care about it at all at the moment. The first floor of the world is already crowded with people. He is tied to the kitchen by a fat man just like a dog. Egg Fried Rice.

"Line up, line up! Everyone has a chance to eat egg fried rice, don't be crowded!"

The fat man was in a state of distress maintaining order.

Since the second episode was aired, Lingyun's reputation has grown, and more people come to the first floor of the world to eat. Of course, it is still mainly the student group in the university town.

In the afternoon, Chen Dali and his girlfriend A Ping returned to the classroom for class.

After listening to the class for 5 minutes, A Ping felt a little bored, poked Chen Dali with her hand, and said to him in a low voice.

"After class, let's go eat egg fried rice? I heard that there are many people waiting in line after school!"

"Okay."

Hearing Chen Dali's straightforward answer, A Ping happily and shyly added another sentence.

"Then let's live in the village at night after eating? It's too far away if we come back, and it's too dark and there are no street lights and it's not safe... Don't think about it, I just want to eat fried rice with eggs."

"No random thinking, I actually just want to eat scrambled eggs."

Yesterday, Chen Dali dragged his girlfriend A Ping to the village, but it took a lot of effort. In the end, he sang, watched movies, and surfed the Internet until 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.

Unexpectedly, when she came back, she stopped by and ate a 50 yuan egg fried rice, and A Ping took the initiative to ask him out.

But he didn't know that this was the beginning of the nightmare, and he also learned his girlfriend's appetite by the way.

……

After school, the two went to the first floor in the world.

"Two servings of egg fried rice, thank you!"

A Ping ordered food shyly, and paid vigorously and boldly. He thought that A Ping's 80-jin weight would be a bowl of rice at most, but soon A Ping taught him how to be a human being.

After a bowl is finished...

"Dali, this egg fried rice is really delicious, may I order another one?"

"Ok, no problem!!!"

He vigorously and boldly agreed...

He is different from Xiaolong, he is not short of money, his father runs a company, and his living expenses are at least 3000 yuan a month, but...some things cannot be completely solved by money...

At around 6:30 in the evening, the number of customers in the store gradually decreased.

The students who had eaten, as long as they were lovers, basically went to Pan Village hand in hand.

Dali kept sighing all night, the money for 6 bowls of egg fried rice is really not wasted, you really get what you pay for.

the next day……

When school was about to leave at noon, A Ping lightly touched Dali with her toes, and begged in a low voice.

"Shall we go eat egg fried rice after school?"

Hearing this, Dali's legs felt soft, but his heart was still itchy, he bit his lip and gave a hum...

Day three...

"Shall we go eat egg fried rice after school?"

Day [-]...

"Shall we go eat egg fried rice after school?"

……

In just five days, Dali's eyes were sunken and his legs were weak. Seeing A Ping was like seeing a ghost. It was also from this time that egg fried rice became a shadow of his life. After marriage, his wife only needed one He trembled when he lifted the fried rice with eggs, which was stronger than goji berries...

There is still one day before the recording of the third episode of "My God of Songs".

Chen Na's house...

Ding Li, who was hot with big waves, looked around hastily as soon as she entered the door.

"Tsk tsk tsk... sister, this villa is amazing, and the decoration is also good, it's really enviable..."

Chen Na welcomed her into the door with a smile, poured her a cup of coffee enthusiastically, and waited until she was seated before getting down to business.

"Lily, my sister asked you this time...you should know what it is?"

"Is it the trending topic on Weibo?"

Chen Na nodded.

"Well, you don't know, this incident has tortured my sister into mental weakness recently, look, I bought a bunch of medicine yesterday."

She pointed to the medicine box on the sofa, and when she saw the words 'Yu Ting' written on it, she immediately pressed it with a pillow in embarrassment.

"Hey, my sister is really wronged. Tell me... This is really a person sitting at home, and the disaster comes from the sky. My sister has not provoked anyone, and this Ling Yun is going to have trouble with my sister. What is wrong with you? You have to sing Singing high notes? You have to get through to B flat in one breath. Who in the circle doesn't know that my sister also went to B flat in one breath before. Although he didn't say it clearly, as long as he is not stupid, he will definitely compare with me. Look at the micro You can say anything on the blog.”

Ding Li nodded solemnly to comfort her.

"Sister, I think this Lingyun just wants to step on you to the top. He actually has no strength, and he can sing high notes. Don't worry, this time the Fruit TV invites me to be a judge, let's see how I can avenge you!"

"Then please..."

……

After Ding Li left, Chen Na updated another post on Weibo.

Ling Yun arrived at the fruit table by car, not wanting the weather to be unbearable, the pouring rain poured down on his head, and he was drowned, so he hurried to the dressing room to change clothes, but Xiaoyuan, who would change his face, was not there, and the person who greeted him was changed. Became another dark-faced freckled girl.

"That I..."

"Get out! Who let you in?"

"I'm going to be on stage soon, I haven't changed my clothes and put on makeup yet..."

"Have you been called? Get out!"

Second Monk Lingyunzhang couldn't figure it out and was kicked out of the dressing room, completely confused about the situation.The old fritter at the door, Bingjiang, raised the cigarette case in his hand, and he followed it knowingly. When the two arrived at the smoking area, Bingjiang put the cigarette case back, took out a pack of cigarettes from Ling Yun's pocket, and took out a cigarette. Throw it to Ling Yun, he will light another one for himself, and put the rest in his pocket.

Then he smiled at Ling Yun.

"Hehe, I didn't take your cigarettes for nothing! Let me send you some news!"

"information?"

Bingjiang breathed out a smoke ring gracefully, turned his head and glanced at the corridor, and spoke in a low voice.

"This issue is going to change the judges. Brother Hua and Sister Hong will be replaced by Ding Li and Brother Nan."

"Ah? Why do you want to change the judges?"

(End of this chapter)