All-round superstar who started from the men's team

Chapter 203
First of all, arrange the hot search, and then start to push the works of Fengcheng and some high praise videos about Fengcheng.

But they have always remained neutral, and have not expressed any support for the closure of the course.

First of all, they didn't know the truth, they just provided Fengcheng with a live broadcast platform, and then waited to collect traffic.The second is that even if they know the truth, the Fengcheng team can't let them express any attitude, otherwise it will really look like a hype.

The time has come to 06:30 in the evening, and the Internet has already started to say "it's almost time". No matter what it is, everyone will not think he is a riddle man, because they also look at the time and think that it is coming soon.

If you ask Feng Cheng if he is nervous now, the answer must be: nervous.

After all, this is not about "Flower Tours" just eating, eating and having fun, nor is it about standing on the stage with the help of [Stage Status], but facing a "press conference" that attracts the attention of the society.

You must know that he was a student of "The dormitory is the world" more than a month ago, and he has become a star who is about to be recognized by the whole world in a blink of an eye.The whole world is a bit too much, but it is not too much to say that it is Asia.

Feng Cheng, as a boy group idol who debuted on a program imported from the Kimchi Country, this type of program appeared for the first time in China, and the Kimchi Country naturally attracted a lot of attention.

The people of Kimchi also feel a sense of "promoting their own culture", and it feels novel to see their country's unique drafting mechanism for cultivating idols being used in China.

And the type of Fengcheng, good looks, dancing, rap, and a taste of kimchi, just hit their G-spot.For a while there were even more kimchi fans than Daichen.

Although "The Fragrance of Rice" has relatively small splashes in kimchi, the "Fireworks Are Cold" a few days ago shocked the kimchi people again.

Although they don't have as many traditional musical instruments as in China, they are also very keen on ancient songs.Therefore, the Chinese style of Fengcheng is very popular with them, although according to them, it is the ancient style of kimchi.
And Neon's idol culture is completely different from that of Kimchi Huaxia. They follow the line of cultivation and don't have as systematic training as Kimchi.In recent years, they have also been suppressed by the Kimchi Country in the international arena, and Huaxia, which has always been on par with them or even slightly inferior, has also started the debut mode of the trainee program, so it is natural to pay attention.

As a trending artist recently, Feng Cheng's news often appears on the Neon website.Nihong people generally have a strong mentality. Feng Cheng "arrogantly" suppressed the audience in the show, and showed a song that was amazing enough.

As soon as this incident happened, although it didn't spread to Neon immediately, it would harvest a large number of Neon fans after thinking about it.

Looking at it this way, it is understandable for Feng Cheng to be nervous, and what he has done so far is better than most keyboard warriors, especially in terms of growth, he has gained too much.

But there is also a sense of fantasy that comes with it, so there is always a feeling of worrying about gains and losses.

Feng Cheng sat in the lounge, thinking of his previous life. He was accidentally selected as an outstanding student to stand under the national flag, facing all the teachers and students in the school, reciting the script that he had practiced thousands of times. That should be the most stressful moment in his entire life moment.

And then he did, though reluctantly.

Half an hour later, he was no longer facing those hundreds of people, but tens of thousands of spectators from all over the country.

They are not the students who were mostly in the left ear and out the right ear, but those who wait to see his jokes or hope that he can do well.

Those who say that the pressure is not a lot are definitely the players who have seen the world without crying and giving the doctor the middle finger.

Feng Cheng didn't prepare the manuscript, because even if he wrote it now, he couldn't memorize it. All he had to do was to face the audience in the most natural state and with a clear conscience.

According to the words of the pump, it is real.

But he already had a vague plan in his heart for what he was going to do.

In the other room, Xiao Zhou was walking around all over the place, making Sister Wang tired of watching.

"Didn't you just say you weren't worried at all?" Sister Wang said helplessly, trying to make her stop.

But Xiao Zhou glanced at her, and still jumped on the spot and said, "I'm not worried, but I'm nervous."

"It's not your live broadcast. Why are you nervous?"

"It's the kind of big event that is about to happen right away. Although I know the result is good, I still can't help being nervous about the arrival of that moment."

"Forget it. Then go ahead, as long as we don't affect him."

Modu, a city where you can know who is going to appear when you see the name.

Gu An looked at Yu Xue in the mirror, "What are you doing putting on makeup at home? Aren't you going to be on camera soon?"

Yu Xue just finished painting her eyeliner, and almost forgot that she also wanted to be a beauty expert, "No, no, eh? Sister Gu, you ignore me!"

Ever since Sister Gu took a video of her this morning, I haven't paid attention to her again. I don't know what happened. It was obviously fine before, and she also supported Feng Cheng.
Yu Xue immediately said, "Isn't this for a sense of ceremony?"

"Yu Xue, let me tell you." It was rare for Gu An to call Yu Xue's name in private, "Tweeting on Weibo is already the limit of the company's acceptable limit. Don't play the same thing as the number one live broadcast for me."

"How is it possible?" Yu Xue saw Gu An's serious look and said with a flattering smile, "I can only send a barrage."

Gu An gave her another sharp look.

"Send it with a trumpet"

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"Chen, what you just rejected was Ding Siwen's invitation."

The "best friend" assistant trotted along behind Dai Chen, following those long legs was really fatal.

Dai Chen smiled and said, "Didn't I say we'll be together next time?"

"Hey, can't you still watch the replay?" The assistant still felt a little pity, "Anyway, you know he can do well."

Dai Chen took out his phone and looked at the time, "How could I miss this kind of thing? Besides, I just happen to be able to learn from it. When it's my turn, I won't be in a hurry. Maybe I can also try live broadcasting."

"Morning you."

"Let's go, it's almost time."

The assistant's footsteps slowed down, looking at Dai Chen's hurried figure, he lowered his head and shook his head and smiled.

There was some kindness in that smile.
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"Meng, I really didn't expect that when we get together again, we will actually watch the live broadcast together?"

There was a dangerous aura in Yang Meng's eyes, "You don't want to see it?"

Jin Bo, who came to visit the class, avoided Yang Meng's gaze, took out the lunch boxes he brought and put them on the table one by one, "Think, why don't you think, that's my brother, I told you that he is as close as I am to you. "

Yang Meng showed a proud expression, "Did he promise to cook for you?"

"No."

"Then just wait, next time he puts the prepared dishes in front of me, don't steal them." Yang Meng looked at the busy Jin Bo with wide eyes.

"I don't eat it secretly, I eat it openly! Hehe. Eat these first, it should be cold in a while."

Yang Meng took the phone away, leaving space for Jin Bo to put down the lunch box full of rice, and then put the phone on the stand in the center of the table.

On the screen is the screen of "the person you follow has not started the live broadcast yet".

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In a certain gymnasium, in the dim light, a man kept punching a sandbag, seemingly tirelessly, one punch after another, each punch stronger than the next.

Contrary to that immature face is the muscular figure that leaks out of the vest. As he exerts his strength, the muscles on his arms appear to explode even more.

The clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, and when his hair moved, sweat splattered everywhere.

Always optimistic, he only showed his current expression after being violently attacked in junior high school. Although he felt how hard his fist hit the sandbag, the more he punched, the more powerless he felt.

"Xie Ke! Why are you still here?" In his ear, a familiar voice sounded.

The familiar person walked to his side, "I think."

"I'll go back first." Without turning his head, he walked towards the direction where the man had just come, and there was no bright exit.

His figure finally disappeared in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)