"Peng Peng, can you help me record a few more singing videos?" Yang Ruoyi clenched her fists energetically, with a hint of pointing the country, "Choose the best one, we must make my dad sign up successfully! In this way, he can go

Participated in "The Voice of China", Feifei and I went to participate in "The Birth of a Girl Group", and he couldn't say anything about us!"

"Okay, I'll try my best." Peng Xueyuan agreed bravely.

With the formidable Uncle Yang on one side and his best friend Yiyi on the other, Peng Xueyuan made an irrational choice.

However, tonight's recording may not be able to continue...

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Yang Han didn't have to wait too long as his subordinate, Sister Zhuang, reported back that a refund would be arranged tomorrow! Only then did he return to his study and his live broadcast room with satisfaction.

However, after "chair broadcasting" for so long, the live broadcast room has become deserted!

After all, he is not a big anchor, and no audience will wait for his return. Not only has the popularity of Super Rocket disappeared, but the audience who were originally waiting to listen to the song also lost their patience and left to browse other live broadcast rooms...

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"That's all for today. I've found someone to handle the big brother's money just now. I should be able to return it to him tomorrow. Everyone, go to bed early. Next time, your moon is my heart. Teacher Ge, see you there.

Go away!" Seeing that there were no viewers, Yang Han's interest in the live broadcast also dimmed. He simply scrawled a few words and turned off the computer to stop broadcasting.

Yiyi hasn't come back yet, and Yang Han is sitting alone in the quiet living room, his thoughts are messy.

The first thing Yang Han remembered was the infatuated young man "Lover227". It wasn't that his story could have touched Yang Han much, but the song that "Lover227" ordered!

There is a little-known thing, that is, after coming to this world, Yang Han's memories of the previous world are like the videos stored in the computer, but become clearer and more unforgettable...

"Thank you for your love", these "past" songs, the melody is too familiar, familiar enough to awaken those memories of the "past" deep in his mind.

The mood swings were a bit big, and Yang Han's eyes sparkled a little.

Get up.

Get the guitar from the study room.

In this empty, deserted living room, Yang Han silently started playing.

The melody is like his mood, flat with ups and downs.
Chapter completed!