Is this Jay Chou?

Cheng Shuo's face under the mask was about to take off with a smile. Only then did he understand the lyrics from Jay Chou's "Superman Can't Fly": Otherwise, I wouldn't be like the Madame Tussauds wax figure, and I wouldn't be.

I can't say they are not alike at all, I can only say they have nothing to do with each other.

If it weren't for the "Black Humor" circulating around him, he wouldn't be sure.

Looking at Chen Huilin and Yang Ziqiong next to him, why are the others not as unique as him?

Maybe this is the special treatment from the King of Heaven.

"It feels good." Cheng Shuo happily lined up to take a photo.

"You performed well. I saw it in my eyes today. Do you have the confidence to erect a statue here?"

"Let's wait until they finish practicing."

In response to Cheng Shuo's bold words, Ren Dahua smiled and said, "Then you choose a position first."

"I think this is good."
Chapter completed!