", why is there such a big gap between the anchor and the anchor, other anchors either ask for gifts or sell cuteness, and here, take the fans directly to K song, there are still more than 200 people in the area, envy. ”

A person who just came to the live broadcast room said resentfully.

", what's the matter with the anchor, the anchor is the one who plays soy sauce, and our brother Fan is the point. The person who slapped the dough said immediately.

"What is this, last time our Brother Fan took hundreds of our face-slapping brothers to a five-star hotel, and there is 82 years of Lafite. ”

"Damn, '82 Lafite?"

"That is, when has our Brother Fan been polite, brother, join us in the face slapping group, our Brother Fan is a unique job. ”

"Don't say it, I feel sorry for myself, why am I so far away from S City. ”

A middle-aged man saw a large group of people walking towards him, and his back instantly felt cold.

Mother, more than 200 people?, are you here to fight?

The Royal KTV has been open for several years, and no one has ever dared to come here to make trouble.

"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man shouted as he grabbed the alarm, ready to call the police at any time.

The corners of Zhang Fan's mouth twitched.

Nima, let's come all the way here, what else can we do, of course we're here for karaoke!

"I said boss, you can't do business yet, hurry up, open a few luxury bags!" Zhang Fan said helplessly.

The boss wiped the cold sweat on his head, and then led Zhang Fan and a group of people to open a private room.

A group of men remembered their heads and wanted to go to Zhang Fan's private room, however, two hundred people, where can a luxury bag fit.

After everyone discussed, Yang Haochen and a few sisters were left behind.

The rest, having ordered snacks and wine, began to howl.

On Zhang Fan's side, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang stared at each other with big eyes.

They can't sing?

As for Ouyang Feng, the sister paper in his arms was holding a box of popcorn and feeding him one by one.

Weng Yufeng was discussing the issue of live broadcast with Yang Haochen.

A few sisters are cramped.

Zhang Fan held the microphone helplessly. ordered a song "Exaggeration".

"If someone asks me, I will speak, but no one comes, I look forward to it, and I have nothing to say......"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the eyes of everyone in the private room forgot to come.

", brother, have you forgotten Guan Yuan to sing?" Ouyang Feng said.

Zhang Fan turned around and gave Ouyang Feng a big look.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhang Fan said this sentence in Cantonese.

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng's eyes widened.

"Damn, you really sang it?"

For Eason's song, for them, it is absolutely love.

Nima, Zhang Fan's voice, how is it exactly the same as Eason.

Weng Yufeng and Yang Haochen were also stunned,, was it really Zhang Fan singing?

Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran were also shocked, although they couldn't sing, they had heard it.

The tone, the rhythm, exactly the same!

The live broadcast room also exploded at this moment.

"Damn, Brother Fan can sing "Exaggeration"?

"Ahhhh ”

"Grass, this guy not only races but also sings?"

Zhang Fan returned to the song, closing his eyes, as if entering the world of the song.

"My mood is hesitant like a bottle cover, waiting to be opened, but my mouth is raising moss......"

In his first year of high school, he lost the freedom to play basketball, his academic performance was hanging at the end of the school, the ridicule of his classmates, the ridicule of the fat man, and he seemed to be out of place in the whole world while sitting in the corner.

At that time, he only had one brother, Gao Qi, but this kind of thing couldn't be said, so he could only endure it silently alone.

The words The Walking Dead can fully describe him at that time.

In the dead of night, he heard this song by Eason.

When I heard it, it was several years.

One word at a time, it seemed to touch his soul.

"The quieter the crowd, the more unacceptable it becomes, and I want to make an accident......

The deep voice, like a rope, lifted everyone's hearts.

"You think I'm exaggerated, exaggerated just because I'm afraid, if it's like wood or stone, will you get noticed..."

It was supposed to be a high-pitched tone, but Zhang Fan sang it in a very deep voice.

Repression, deathly repression.

It's as if a big mountain suddenly weighs on my heart, making people breathless!

"Why do I want to cry so much. ”

"Brother Fan's voice is so distressing!"

"At that eighteen, at the alma mater ball, standing like a minion, I swore with tears in my eyes, you must see me ......"

Yes, when he was eighteen, it was after the end of the first semester of the third year of high school, and the school held a party. Just like the scene in the song!

At that moment, he vowed that whether it was for his father or himself, he would get ahead.

Let all those who have mocked him shut up!

And now, he did!

Academic performance, the first in the school.

Treated my father's hand and met Ye Xuan!

All of this is because of the flower protection system.

Thinking of this dream-like great change, tears couldn't help but swell out of the corners of Zhang Fan's eyes.

At this time, Yang Haochen also stood up, adjusted his position, and aimed 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 cried ......"

"I feel sorry for the baby!"

"Oh my God, what has Brother Fan been through!"

In the live broadcast room, both men and women, looked at Zhang Fan who was singing with his eyes closed at this time.

At this moment, this song, let them cry.

"You think I'm exaggerated, exaggerated just because I'm afraid, if it's like wood or stone, will you get noticed..."

Suddenly, the high-pitched singing voice stabbed into everyone's hearts like a knife.

Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran blinked their long eyelashes.

Their eyes looked at Zhang Fan's seemingly lonely back.

Especially Ye Yanran, she has investigated Zhang Fan, and she has also heard some bits and pieces of Zhang Fan's high school in the past few years from Ye Xuan's ears.

A father with a broken arm supported him by wood carving, because of a high fever when he was a child, which caused irreparable damage to his brain. In school, it is obviously in the key class, but the grades are the lowest in the school.

She could think about what Zhang Fan had endured over the years!

It's like a long time ago, the people around her looked like she was terminally ill, and she can remember that feeling for the rest of her life.

Lonely, desperate, crying silently alone in the dead of night.

But she still has her mother and sister, but what about Zhang Fan?

It seems that there is only one person who endures all this silently.

Is this what he is?