"Damn it, why is there such a big gap between anchors? Other anchors either ask for gifts or act cute, but here, they directly take fans to karaoke, and there are still more than 200 people in the area. I'm jealous."
A person from the live broadcast room who had just arrived said bitterly.
"Shit, what's the matter with the anchor? The anchor is just the one who makes the soy sauce, and our brother Fan is the focus." The person who slapped the group said immediately.
"What does this mean? Last time our Brother Fan took several hundred brothers from our face-beating group to a five-star hotel, and there was an 82 Lafite."
"Damn it, Lafite from 1982?"
"That's when our brother Fan was ever so polite. Brother, please join our face-beating team. Our brother Fan has a unique skill."
"Stop talking, I feel sorry for myself, why am I so far away from S city?"
Royal KTV! A middle-aged man saw a large group of people walking this way, and his back instantly felt cold.
Mom, there are more than two hundred people? Damn it, are you here to fight?
Royal KTV has been open for several years, and no one has ever dared to come here to cause trouble.
"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man shouted, grabbing the alarm, ready to call the police at any time.
The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched.
Damn, we came all the way here, what else can we do? Of course we are here to sing karaoke!
"I said boss, are you still in business? Hurry up and open some luxury bags!" Zhang Fan said helplessly.
The boss then wiped the cold sweat from his head and led Zhang Fan and his group to open a private room.
A group of men wanted to go to Zhang Fan's private room. However, there was no way a luxury bag could accommodate two hundred people.
After everyone discussed it, Yang Haochen and a few girls were left behind.
The rest of the group ordered snacks and wine and started howling.
The atmosphere on Zhang Fan's side seemed quite awkward.
Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
Sing? They can’t!
As for Ouyang Feng, the girl in his arms was holding a box of popcorn and feeding him one by one.
Weng Yufeng was discussing live broadcast issues with Yang Haochen.
A few girls were very embarrassed.
Zhang Fan helplessly took the microphone and ordered the song "Exaggerated".
"If someone asks me, I will tell it, but no one comes. I look forward to it, but I have no choice but to say something..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone in the private room forgot to look over.
"Damn it, brother, did you forget Guan Yuan sang?" Ouyang Feng said.
Zhang Fan turned around and gave Ouyang Feng a big roll of his eyes.
"What did you say!"
Zhang Fan said this sentence in Cantonese.
Suddenly, Ouyang Feng opened his eyes wide.
"Damn, was it really you who sang it?"
This song by Eason is definitely their favorite for them.
Damn, Zhang Fan’s voice is exactly the same as Eason’s.
Weng Yufeng and Yang Haochen were also stunned. Damn it, was it really Zhang Fan who sang it?
Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran also looked shocked. Although they couldn't sing, they had heard it.
The tone and rhythm are exactly the same!
The live broadcast room also exploded at this moment.
"Damn it, Brother Fan can sing "Exaggerated"? This is so fucking awesome!"
"Ahhhh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die. I'm Eason's die-hard fan. Oh my God, I feel like I can't hold it back any longer."
"Hey, this guy can not only drive a car but also sing?"
Zhang Fan returned to the song, closed his eyes, and seemed to have entered the world of the song.
"My mood is hesitant like a bottle lid. When it is opened, moss is growing in my mouth..."
In the first year of high school that year, he lost the freedom to play basketball, and his academic performance was always at the bottom of the school. He was ridiculed by his classmates and taunted by Fatty. Sitting in the corner, he seemed to be out of tune with the whole world.
At that time, he only had one brother, Gao Qi, but he couldn't talk about this kind of thing, so he could only endure it silently.
The words "Walking Dead" can completely describe him at that time.
One late night, he heard this song by Eason.
Once I heard it, it lasted for several years.
Every word seemed to touch his soul.
"The quieter and quieter the crowd becomes, the more indifferent they become, and I will cause an accident..."
The low voice, like a rope, lifted everyone's hearts.
"You think I am exaggerating. I am exaggerating just because I am afraid. If I am like wood or stone, will I get noticed..."
What was supposed to be a high-pitched tone, Zhang Fan sang it in a very low voice.
Depressed, deathly depressed.
It's like a huge mountain is suddenly pressing down on my heart, making me breathless!
"Why do I want to cry so much."
"Brother Fan, this voice makes people feel so distressed!"
"When I was eighteen years old, I stood like a gangster at my alma mater's dance. At that time, I swore with tears that you must see me..."
Yes, when he was eighteen, it was just after the end of the first semester of his senior year in high school, the school held a party. At that time, he stood in the corner, like a minion, watching the gorgeous fireworks. Just like in the song
scene!
At that moment, he vowed to make a difference, whether it was for his father or himself.
Let those who have ridiculed him shut up!
And now, he did it!
Academic performance ranks first in the school.
After treating my father’s hand, I met Xuan Ye!
All this is because of the flower protection system.
Thinking of this huge change that was like a dream, tears could not help but flow from the corners of Zhang Fan's eyes.
At this time, Yang Haochen also stood up, adjusted his position, and pointed the camera at Zhang Fan's face.
When he saw the tears in the corners of Zhang Fan's eyes, he was shocked!
"Brother Fan is crying..."
"I feel so bad for the baby!"
"Oh my God, what has Brother Fan experienced?"
In the live broadcast room, both men and women stared blankly at Zhang Fan, who was singing with his eyes closed.
This scene, this song, this song made them burst into tears.
"You think I am exaggerating. I am exaggerating just because I am afraid. If I am like wood or stone, will I get noticed..."
The sudden high-pitched singing voice was like a knife stabbing into everyone's heart.
Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran blinked their long eyelashes.
Their eyes were fixed on Zhang Fan's seemingly lonely back.
Especially Ye Yanran, she had investigated Zhang Fan, and from Ye Xuan's ears, she had heard bits and pieces about Zhang Fan's high school years.
A father with a broken arm relied on wood carving to support him, because a high fever in his childhood caused irreparable brain damage. In school, he was in a key class, but his grades were at the bottom of the school.
She could imagine what Zhang Fan had endured over the years!
It was like a long time ago when the people around her looked at her as if she was terminally ill. She could remember that feeling throughout her life.
Loneliness, despair, crying alone in the dead of night.
But she still has a mother and a younger sister, but what about Zhang Fan?
It seems like there is only one person who endures all this silently.