At night, in Shacheng, Xiangnan, Gong Yu, who doesn’t usually watch TV, rarely sits in front of the TV after finishing his homework.

"Xiao Yu, have you changed my station like this? Get me back soon. Huo Qubing is surrounded by the Huns, and it is dangerous!"

Gong Pingwei was watching the Han general, but suddenly he was replaced, and his heart was like a cat's claw.

"It's not dangerous. Huo Qubing died in 117 AD. He was 23 years old and had two years to live. And he did not lose this stop, according to historical records..."

"Stop! If I don't listen, don't tell me, it's really a rare day when you come back, you will be against me!"

"Have you finished your homework? Believe it or not, I'll tell your mother to report it?"

"It's over early, I'll go to bed when I can watch TV. You go out to play for half an hour. When you come back, I'll give you the TV."

Gong Pingwei twitched, "Hmph! I still need you to let you do it, it's not that there is no computer at home."

"What is this yellow-haired singing? I can't understand a single sentence." Gong Pingwei pointed to Lu Yan and said, "It jumped like a pig's arching circle."

"Hahaha!!" Gong Yu covered his mouth and laughed. This was an English song. "The dancer danced behind him is street dance. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

"Anyway, I just don't understand, so I'm going to exchange for me, Huo Qubing."

"Don't, Dad, ten minutes, I will return Huo Qubing to you after the next singer finishes singing."

"Okay, then hurry up! It'll be advertising later."

"I know it's spicy!"

...

"Everyone, have you seen that my master has appeared? Is it handsome? Monkey will help me copy my homework tomorrow. I will ask Fang Jing to give you some autographed photos."

In the Internet cafe, Jia Chun pointed at the computer and spitted everywhere. Next to him was a monkey with his deskmate.

The row behind is the squad leader Wang Qiang, four-eyed Wang Xiaoming and his few traits.

"Jia Chun, stop talking! Didn't you make an appointment to turn on the blacklist together? Why are you still watching TV? The sniper god on the opposite side is very powerful and can't stand it?"

"Oh! Wang Xiaoming took a knife to help him, Xia Yao help me see, I'll find a high-level sniper."

"Bang!" Wang Qiang had just finished speaking and was killed by a zhàdàn on the other side.

"I'll go! Is this a cheating trick? With a slap on the computer desk, Wang Qiang was so angry that he drank half a bottle of Lei Bi.

For him, as long as he loses, the reasons are nothing more than two points. One is that the opponent cheats, and the other is that his teammates are too tricky, and there is absolutely no third possibility.

"Stop quarrel, Fang Jing starts singing! You all watch."

"Where is where, I'll take a look." After pulling the monkey open, Wang Qiang was almost stuck on the screen. He was myopic, but he never wore glasses.

I don’t usually see anyone directly, but the teacher walked past him without saying hello. I was beaten several times.

After being more than 700 years old, the teacher wanted to pay him a pair of glasses out of his own pocket, for fear that he would hit the tractor one day.

"Oh my go, Wang Qiang, what are we going to see when you do this? You have dandruff? Can you step back and listen to my explanation?"

"My future is not a dream! It was written by Fang Jing at first glance. I was very interested. I only mentioned it last time, but I didn't expect him to write it down."

"Are you looking down like me in the sun?"

"Working hard and working silently with sweat"

This sentence is about the scene where I took him to eat hot and sour noodles and saw a child rushing to do his homework at the bus stop.

"Are you just indifferent to me?"

"Don't give up on the life you want"

This is in an Internet cafe. A buddy didn't go home for half a month. She was ridiculed by the Internet administrators and passers-by. His father chased him and broke two sticks.

But only netizens support others, encourage him, call him Lao Tie Liu Liuliu, so he will not give up this ideal life.

"It doesn't matter if you are a son, can you read it? I can't even hear it clearly!" The uncle opposite stretched out his head and looked at Jia Chun with a complaint.

"The sound is louder. What's the point of singing? There's a little nicer!"

"What did he say?" Jia Chun turned his head and looked confused at Wang Qiang.

"He told you to shout loudly and said you are a fool!"

"I'm so angry!" Jia Chun was furious, lowered his head and looked for weapons. He looked at only one mouse, and picked it up without saying a word and called it a sound+.

There was no way, the uncle's big flower arm was a bit scary, and there was also the over-shouldered dragon, who was afraid of rushing over to hit him.

"I know!"

"My future is not a dream!!"

In an instant, the sound of this sentence was filled with the Internet cafe, roaring in my ears like thunder.

In the corner, a young man secretly looked down at the screen. Suddenly, the singing rushed into his ears, which scared him to his face and shivered and boring.

"My future is not a dream"!

"I've been through every minute seriously!"

"My future is not a dream!"

"My heart moves with hope!"

Looking at dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him with murderous intent, Jia Chun's throat rolled, gently reducing the sound.

"That fat man!"

A young man with yellow hair stood up and pointed at Jia Chun arrogantly.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the name of this song?"

"My future is not a dream, it tells a story about an Internet cafe, oh! Copying homework, not, young people are striving for progress."

The next second, many people lowered their heads and searched for this song online silently. In an instant, the Internet cafe was filled with crackling keyboard sounds.

...

As soon as Fang Jing came on stage at the Magic City Sports Center, Xiao Wenjing posted the songs she had prepared on major music platforms, just like before, for free!

As Fang Jing’s assistant, everyone prospered and lost. Fang Jing sang for five minutes on the stage. For these five minutes, their entire team had to work together.

The colorful stage, the sound of the audience, and the scene bursts out!

At this moment, his voting value grew rapidly, 190,000, 200,000...500, 700,000, and 800,000.

After singing the song, Xiao Wenjing, who was recording the video from the audience, immediately sent the video to Gao Wei. Hundreds of big vs. self-media acted quickly, and in less than five minutes, the video spread quickly online.

The meager hot searches that Yang Ning bought in advance were also posted at the same time. Although she had no confidence in Fang Jing's best popularity, it did not mean that she would miss this excellent publicity opportunity.

Three minutes later, Fang Jing had just finished drinking a glass of water, and the vote value had exceeded one million, and the number was still beating rapidly, faster than his heart, and a number in one second.

"Master, I'm breaking the third one!"

At Magic City TV Station, a group of leaders were sitting under the big screen. On one side was live content and on the other side were ups and downs.

Just now, when Fang Jing was singing, the data line swung to the position of scale line three.

The viewership rate exceeded 0.3, which means that 30% of the people watching TV in the country are watching their TV stations.

What does this mean? The most popular KuaiBan on Xiangnan TV has always hovering around 0.2 for the year.

Their Magic City Satellite TV usually has a rating of around 0.12, and it was only 0.18 when they competed for the Dream Voice Championship some time ago.

The rating of 0.3 is the highest in the past two years.
Chapter completed!