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Chapter 1050: Replacing the Shotgun with a Star Destroyer Cannon

From the perspective of God, Son of the Moon, Yang Dingye’s verbal battle with the Confucian scholars.

Xi Tongsage looked at Moon Son and Yang Dingye from the perspective of Sage Xi Tong.

"I thought of a classic old movie."

Luo Tianyi immediately took out the clip from "Nine Levels of Sesame Official".

Xi Tong felt that Luo Tianyi was getting smarter and smarter, oh no, more and more humane.

It seems that his playing against Wu Han has improved a lot during this period.

After watching it for a while, Xi Tong nodded with satisfaction.

"Yang Dingye has taken the first step towards becoming a saint, and he has the potential to become a saint."

Luo Tianyi was puzzled, but didn't ask, because Wu Han had entered the dungeon again, and Luo Tianyi was concentrating on playing chess with him.

During this period of time, she lost consecutive battles, and Luo was a little embarrassed.

On the other side, Yang Dingye caught the anchor who made a video to criticize him and started to criticize his work. Once again, his work was completely criticized and it was useless.

Oh, what does it mean to welcome criticism and correction, and what does it mean to definitely listen and make changes? What you are saying is that I did not get to the point and am not qualified to criticize you.

OK, I admit it!

In the past, I was half-full of water. Even if I saw your shortcomings, I couldn't hit the nail on the head. Even if you knew that what I said was right, you would still have the idea that "everyone knows it" and "everyone understands the truth."

But now, I have replaced the gun with a cannon, and it is a super thick and super big star destroyer cannon.

There is a length limit for posting on Jubo, but it doesn’t matter. Just enter a document and post a long picture. There is no word limit for comments on the Bala Bala website. You can just paste the text file under his video.

After spraying this one, look for the next one.

There are every one of Aite's people in the private mailbox, and no one can escape.

I asked you to participate in this matter and asked you to take advantage of the hot spots. You have all lined up for me.

If you are not convinced, I will spray you until you are convinced.

At the same time, in a basement with no windows, an unknown up owner who weighed 180 but was not 180 tall, and whose glasses looked like the bottom of a bottle, put down a well-known brand of instant noodles.

He burped with satisfaction and scratched his head with his stubby fingers. His three-inch long hair was covered in oil and even tended to be smeared.

Putting your fingers under your nose, you don't have to think about it. The smell is very sour and refreshing.

Use the thumb of the right hand to remove the hair oil from the nail caps of the index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger one by one. With the left hand, open the mobile phone, preserved egg, Daxin, Jubo and other social software one by one.

There are several little red dots, official recommendations, official advertisements, arrears information, and micro-business advertisements.

I casually replied to my mother that my job has stabilized, I have contacted that old classmate, and we are dating now, so please don’t miss me.

Well, nothing actually happened.

Normally, it is too difficult for an unknown up owner like him to become famous. He works hard for fame every day. Once he smells the smell of blood, he instantly transforms into a shark and has to catch up with him from hundreds of kilometers away.

Fan base?

It doesn't exist, it has long been blocked for speeding.

In addition to my mother still thinking about me, sending messages and making phone calls every now and then, a few unsatisfactory colleagues bragging and spanking, half of the time driving, half of the time gossiping, and the rest is all about exchanging creative experiences and sharing successes.

Experience.

"Ding!"

"Lao Zhang, that video of yours has become a hit. I'm envious. Don't forget to take care of me when you get rich. Don't worry, I've already cleaned up."

After scratching his greasy hair again, Lao Zhang casually replied: "Don't worry, I'll show you off and fly with you."

Can I become popular? I don’t even believe it myself.

But I still opened the Ba La Ba La website and clicked on my latest video.

Damn it?

what's the situation?

It has only been a while, but the number of clicks has already reached 100,000, the number of comments has reached hundreds, and the number of followers has gone from three digits...

It’s true that I’m aiming for four figures, even though I’ve just started.

My colleagues are right. Sure enough, there is a small fire. At least the flames have started. As long as you keep adding more firewood, sooner or later it will burn.

At least the instant noodles for next month are available.

Looking through the comments, sure enough, "I dream of having a system" came back.

Lao Zhang secretly praised himself for his wisdom. Yesterday when the fan group was angry at the trolls, he felt that something was fishy, ​​but he is neither a policeman nor a detective, so what does he care about those stupid things?

Just take advantage of it.

After making this video overnight, I sent a private message to the fan group that was angry with the trolls, expressing my identity as a friendly army, and the other party reciprocated the favor.

However, as he watched, Lao Zhang lowered his crossed legs, put away the hand he was stroking his hair, and raised his body that was leaning on the backrest.

He swore that he had never sat so upright when he was in elementary school.

Then, he knelt down.

He always thought that "Mom asked me why I kneel down and play with my phone" was a spoof by netizens, but now he understands that it is true.

In the comments, trolls who "dream of being systematic" criticized his work second by second or even frame by frame. A folk song of 3 minutes and 42 seconds was actually criticized by him ten...twenty...thirty...

Lao Zhang counted for a long time, and finally netizens gave him the answer in the comments.

"Damn it, the master, he actually said a whole 42,675 words."

“This is the longest reply I’ve ever seen since I’ve been around.”

"At first I thought it was a pigeon spirit, but then I realized that every sentence was not repeated."

"The most important thing is that every sentence is immersed in flesh and blood. I really want to know the expression of the up master now."

"The up master has never shown his face, okay?"



Lao Zhang has automatically filtered out the jokes and jokes from netizens, and instead chews on the comments "I only dream of having a system" word by word.

Then, he picked up his guitar and tried to play it.

Play carefully.

Reverent bomb.

I only dreamed of systematic criticism and guidance on playing and singing second by second or even frame by frame.

Tears gradually welled up and flowed down the pimples on his cheeks.

He found it!

He felt it!

Yes!

This is what it feels like!

In the direction he was chasing, he touched the ceiling that he was too short to touch even when he jumped.

Clear, true...

In the past, I always felt that it was because my talents were not appreciated, because people didn’t appreciate them, and because of bad luck. Now I realize that I have too many shortcomings and even flaws.

However, Lao Zhang understood that this was not his own fault, but his dream of having a system.

He cut himself into pieces with a master's knife skills, then cleaned each piece of meat, sewed them together, and rejoined them to form a whole.

That’s why this song was reborn, washed away, and reborn from the ashes.

Grandmaster!

This is the real master!

Master, I kowtow to you.

Really, hard, and unreservedly hit the concrete floor.

Then he held his head and cried loudly.

The more I cried, the sadder I became, and the more I cried, the more helpless I became. I cried like a 180-pound child.

Half an hour later, Lao Zhang, whose voice was hoarse, stood up little by little, rummaged through the table and drawers like a man possessed, and finally found the scissors in the pile of smelly shoes.

Standing in front of the mirror in despair, looking at the scissors in his hand, Lao Zhang made an important decision.


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