After making a will, the whole Internet burst into tears after the truth was exposed

Chapter 57 The Treble that Shattered the World
After that, those fans of Wu Zhoulin naturally began to wash the ground.

After all, although the filter in the live broadcast room disappeared, the fan filter in the eyes of those fans still exists.

"Oh my god, my brother is so pitiful, he is in such a bad state and even came on the show for us."

"That's right, my brother must be sick. I feel sorry for a person like my brother who is so dedicated to his work, but he still gets sprayed by these black people on the Internet."

"It's probably Chen Yuwei who invited the sailors. My brother's kindness revealed Chen Yuwei's true face, and he spoke out for that poor mother. That's why these rhythms were attracted."

"Can this group of sailors in the live broadcast room get away? Don't watch!"

But Wu Zhoulin, who was sitting on the sofa at the moment, couldn't see these rhythms. He was still maintaining his greasy smile, waiting for the host to ask him questions according to the script.

And he had already prepared standard answers to those questions long before he came, which guaranteed that his character design could gain a foothold again and strengthen his perfect image in the hearts of his fans.

But when the host picked up the microphone to ask the first question of the day, the smile on Wu Zhoulin's face froze.

The host asked solemnly: "Mr. Wu Zhoulin, there is a very mainstream opinion on the Internet now, that is, they think that all your past concerts were lip-syncing, and they say that you are a person with tone deafness. .”

Although the host's tone was very calm and even used honorifics, the aggressiveness of this sentence can be said to be extremely strong, the kind of critical strike plus real damage.

So as soon as these words came out, even some staff members in the audience couldn't help but started whispering.

Although they haven't read the script, it's the first time they've seen such an explosive question.

Wu Zhoulin's face gradually changed from that greasy smile to gloomy.

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded.

"My God, is this show so real? I didn't realize it before!"

"Hahaha interesting. I have long said that this kid is lip-syncing, and I have seen other people's singing videos after adjusting the accompaniment. The sound is like howling ghosts and wolves."

And those fans of Wu Zhoulin were naturally anxious.

"Is the host sick? Can he say anything?"

"Everyone report something to this live broadcast room, what a stinky show and a stinky host!"

"This has already involved personal attacks. I want to help my brother find a lawyer to sue the host!"

"This host definitely took money from that Chen Yuwei! It's all because my brother is too kind to be caught in this vortex!"

"No, are you idiot fans in such a hurry? Didn't other hosts just ask everyone's questions in the live broadcast room? If your brother really didn't fake his singing, wouldn't the host dare to ask during the live broadcast? "

Wu Zhoulin really wanted to leave now, but he knew that this was a live broadcast, and the persona he had always set up for fans was the kind of cute, silly and cute little brother persona.

He was afraid that his character would collapse, so he still suppressed the anger in his heart and didn't get up to leave.

Instead, he glared at the host.

Wu Zhoulin thought his actions were very obvious, and hoped that the host could understand what he meant and act according to the script, otherwise he would encourage his group of fans to explode the host.

Unexpectedly, the host didn't seem to receive his gaze at all, and instead emphasized it again in a very peaceful tone: "Mr. Wu Zhoulin, what do you think about this view on the Internet? Excuse me. Are you really lip-syncing every concert?"

Wu Zhoulin had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "I don't know why those people on the Internet say that about me, maybe it's because I touched some people's cheese, but even so, I still won't bow to those capitals, I will continue to give voice to those who are vulnerable."

Wu Zhoulin is also worthy of being a star who is still in his early years. He really has two brushes. He can say a lot in this speech, but he can say nothing at all.

The fans of Wu Zhoulin in the live broadcast room were naturally moved by his words, and they also kept echoing in the live broadcast room.

"My brother is so handsome, my brother is the representative of talent over capital!"

"That's right, my brother worked so hard and was so kind, yet he still received that kind of unfair treatment for speaking out for those disadvantaged groups, and was led by the sailors hired by those people!"

"Brother, you can rest assured to be yourself and leave it to us. We will help you spray those water troops to death!"

After Wu Zhoulin finished speaking, he was quite satisfied with what he had said.

He kept hinting to the host, quickly pass this link and follow their script.

But the host seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, grasping this question and continued to ask: "Then I can understand it as Mr. Wu Zhoulin, do you deny those remarks on the Internet? That is to say, they say you are five-tone Incomplete, saying that you lip-synced at the concert is slandering you."

Wu Zhoulin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he thought that the host had finally gotten the hang of it, and was about to end this session and start their script.

He said: "Yes, those remarks on the Internet are all rhythmic by a group of trolls. I will let my studio handle these things."

"As we all know, I was a trainee before I became an actor, and my singing skills have been honed after three years of training day and night. How could it be possible to lip-synch at the concert as they said? If so, how could I It’s not that I’ve let down my group of fans’ support for me!”

As soon as Wu Zhoulin's voice fell, the accompaniment suddenly sounded on the scene.

At this moment, the host picked up another microphone and handed it to Wu Zhoulin and said, "That's right, our program team also believes that Mr. Wu Zhoulin's singing skills are absolutely beyond doubt, and those doubts on the Internet are all rumors."

"That's why it's better to use your strength to hit those black people in the face. The accompaniment we have prepared is your best song. You said you want to use this song to become a myth recognized by the music industry." Do it yourself."

Wu Zhoulin broke out in cold sweat when he said this, and he had already picked up the tissue next to him and secretly wiped his sweat several times.

And the group of fans in the live broadcast room were all applauding.

"Brother, show your strength, we can't say that they are lip-synching when we sing here!"

"Yes, yes, there are so many sunspots in the live broadcast today, slap those sunspots in the face!"

"Brother, come on! We will always support you!"

Seeing that Wu Zhoulin was too late to answer, the host even put the microphone in front of Wu Zhoulin's mouth, and said, "Then please ask Mr. Wu Zhoulin to play a high-pitched voice that can shatter the world! "

(End of this chapter)