Their tastes matched each other, Qin Xiaobao liked spicy food, and Wang Bingbing liked sour food, so they simply made the bottom of the soup pot and prepared their own dipping sauces.
Watching the meat roiling in the boiling pot is a pleasure.
The only drawback is that the room is too small. After a hot pot meal, the smell will stay for two days, so the bedroom door must be closed.
When Wang Bingbing eats something that suits her appetite in private, she likes to shake her shoulders and express happiness with her whole body.
"It seems that the taste hasn't changed much after being frozen for several days." Qin Xiaobao boiled a piece of louver and put it in a bowl for her: "I'll ask Brother He to send some over next time."
"Hooray!" Wang Bingbing nodded repeatedly.
The meal lasted for about an hour. When Qin Xiaobao went downstairs to throw out the trash, Wang Bingbing had already cleared the table and was washing the dishes.
"It's barely eight o'clock, what are we going to do?"
Qin Xiaobao sat on the sofa and touched his belly: "Why don't you go out to eat?"
"I have something very serious to tell you." Wang Bingbing wiped her hands and walked over. She took out her phone and swiped it a few times before handing it over: "Didn't you help me write the song "Flower Wine"?
It was quite popular at first.”
"Huh?! What then?"
"Look at the comments, the first one."
"Slobbering songs, I don't understand what Mr. Qin Xiaobao is thinking. Is he exhausted? Or are you better at English songs compared to Chinese-style works?"
"Flower Wine" is quite disappointing. It has no connotation and no meaning. It is like a three-no product with nothing.
I can take off my reputation as a musical talent and go on to make movies. Also, I will write and compose "Remembering the Past" by myself."
There are over 10,000 replies below. After reading it, I found that many of them support this podcaster.
"Who is this scholar from the Three Realms?" Qin Xiaobao asked.
"He is a singing anchor on Douyin. He is very popular. He has more than 30 million fans. He is good at ancient songs. He has a professional team and he can also write lyrics and music." Wang Bingbing explained.
"Is this considered a ploy?"
Qin Xiaobao didn't know him, and Xiaoming didn't tell him about it, so he probably thought it was unnecessary.
"It should be considered as a favor to you. I am not included. He has more fans than me."
Qin Xiaobao looked at the comments and was a little unhappy. The broadcaster was quite polite, but his fans made all kinds of diss and dislikes, saying that Wang Bingbing couldn't sing well and that every song he wrote was not as good as the last one.
Forget it, when I clicked on the homepage of Scholar of the Three Realms, there was a pinned video. It was a video of this young man facing the camera, naming challenges, saying that his new song would definitely crush Qin Xiaobao.
I was shocked when I clicked on the lyricist: Li Bai, Li Qingzhao, Su Dongpo, Bai Juyi...
After listening to it, I realized that I had made a clever use of ancient poems to compose a song. If I really wanted to evaluate it, Qin Xiaobao would give it eight points for creativity. It was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into finding the words and phrases that all had rhymes and rhymes. They were catchy and catchy.
mouth.
The arrangement is a bit average, and the passiveness has been improved a bit.
I looked at the time and saw that it was posted more than half a month ago.
"You've been talked about like this for more than ten days and you didn't tell me in advance?" Qin Xiaobao raised his head and asked.
"I also told Mr. Liu about this," Wang Bingbing said angrily: "He meant don't pay attention. There are all kinds of things on the Internet. They are just looking for popularity. He said you are busy recently, so don't say anything.
However, this matter never meant to end.
There are many people on Douyin who are bloggers who are dedicated to riding on these popularity. They just make a video and say that neither of us has responded. There are various analyses. What I know is that they are disdainful. More people are maliciously slandering and saying that there is really no one who can match you.
Works, dare not deal with it.
The same goes for this person, in the video he posted recently
The more I watched, the angrier I became, so..."
Qin Xiaobao smiled: "Then what do you want me to do?"
"I..." Wang Bingbing thought for a moment: "Forget it, I'll just ignore him."
Qin Xiaobao picked up the phone: "Xiaoming, come over to my place right away. Bingbing is here too. Let's go out."
Wang Bingbing was very surprised: "What are you going to do?"
"Haha, if someone bullies you and ignores me, you will naturally have to fight back."
An hour and a half later, the three of them arrived at the square in front of the Oriental Commercial Building. Wang Bingbing and Xiaoming followed Qin Xiaobao for no apparent reason.
The Oriental Commercial Building is a holy place for street performers in the Magic City. Even in the middle of winter, there are still many young people gathering here, dancing, singing, and doing magic. It is very lively.
Passers-by soon spotted them and kept exclaiming.
"Hello."
"Slow down, don't fall."
"Good evening!"
Qin Xiaobao led the crowd, searched around, and came to a band.
A young man was singing happily with his guitar when he noticed that a large group of people were cheering. He heard the exclamations of "Qin Xiaobao" and "Wang Bingbing" in his ears. When he took a closer look, he saw that it was really these two people.
He stopped immediately, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Qin Xiaobao greeted him with a smile: "Hello, can you excuse me for a moment?"
"Brother Ha, I am your fan." The young man quickly reached out his hand.
"Hey, you can call out Brother Ha, have you seen the live broadcast?" Qin Xiaobao was happy.
"I'm an old fan, I have a sign on it, and I sang your song just now." The young man nodded repeatedly.
"Thank you. What's your name?"
"Lin Yuedong."
"Yuedong, can I lend you a microphone and guitar?"
"Of course!" Lin Yuedong quickly took the guitar off his neck.
Qin Xiaobao thanked him, lowered his head, and strummed the strings. Wang Bingbing and Wang Bingbing stood beside him, still not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
There were more and more spectators on the side, and the crowd was tight. Xiaoming responded quickly.
After the band members whispered a few words, the young man immediately took the initiative to help maintain order. He himself ran into the mall and called out the security guards.
"I haven't played the guitar for a long time, and my hands are a bit raw." Qin Xiaobao looked up and smiled.
The audience was so energetic that they immediately started cheering and applauding him.
"Well," he adjusted the height of the microphone: "Please be quiet for a moment, I promise, I won't run away right away."
Everyone laughed, closed their mouths in cooperation, picked up their mobile phones and turned on the photo and video mode.
"Let me ask you a question, how many of you are using Douyin?" He looked up and huffed and puffed. There were probably hundreds of people at the scene, and more than half of them raised their hands.
"There are quite a few," Qin Xiaobao smiled: "How many of them have seen the video of my artist Wang Bingbing being challenged?"
After a rough calculation, there are still about a hundred people.
"As for me, I just found out about this. I was very surprised. I seemed to be despised. They said that I was exhausted, that my songs had no connotation, and that Miss Wang Bingbing didn't sing well."
Wang Bingbing was stunned. Is this... a moment of anger for a beauty?
"Let me clarify here, Wang Bingbing is an actress, not a professional singer. And in my opinion, she sings very well. Many fans also say the same. You can't completely deny her just because of your words, right?"
After saying that, he asked Wang Bingbing to stand in front of him and took out his mobile phone to record the video.
"I happened to have two free days and wrote a song. I remember that "Remembering the Past" used ancient poetry, right? It's pretty good." Qin Xiaobao looked around and said: "I don't have much talent, so I decided to show my shame. Let's
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