I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

My friends, you can cast while lying down, and lie down after casting. 】

Qiong Ren's votes began to rise rapidly, and he advanced one in a while, which was very enjoyable to watch.

On the hour.

Qiong Ren's number of votes not only counterattacked the number one, but also formed a gap with other people, and the number of votes for him even outnumbered other stars.

The expression on the host's face was a mixture of [-] points of indescribable, [-] points of unbelievable, [-] points of this kid so terrifying, and [-] point of the host's self-cultivation. He said in a cadence, "Let's welcome tonight's Ai Yu Popularity Award winner : Qiong Ren!"

Qiong Ren walked to the stage and took over the golden trophy.

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Thank you to all those who voted for me who are not my fans, without your efforts, I would definitely not have won this award."

The audience roared with laughter, and the stars who had a chance to win the first place suddenly felt better. Tonight's voting was indeed too exciting, and the whole trend was also full of twists and turns.

Qiong Ren should be the first star in this kind of voting battle, because the fans are too lazy, and the metaphysics world is inexplicably messed up, and finally he is voted for a high position by passers-by.

The host said: "If they become your fans, maybe you will still be the champion in next year's Starlight Night."

Qiong Ren: "..."

The host is still too naive. If these people become his fans, they should learn to lie down next year.

Host: "Is there anything else you want to say to your favorite fans?"

Qiong Ren: "Don't wipe your tears, just gently press them with a paper towel, and you can apply a little more cream on your face, so that when you cry, you will have protection and relieve the pain of your face soaked in tears. It is best to choose a cream that has anti-inflammatory properties. Calming ingredients."

Host: "Why do you know this technique..."

Why else?Didn't it mean that when the song was recorded, the sound engineer cried so hard, the manager cried so hard, and when the song was put into the library of Aikuxun Music, all the people who handled it also cried so badly.

The method is what they summed up, he is just a porter.

On the day of the rehearsal, he only rehearsed once, because he was worried that the staff would cry too much, which would affect other people's rehearsal arrangements.

It's a pity that no one could understand his empathy at that time.

Hey, how lonely.

After the party, Qiong Ren and Yan Mo went home.

Yan Mo put Qiong Ren's two trophies in order, a little nervous, and asked him, "Do you still want a reward?"

Why should he be rewarded suddenly, he seems to have done nothing.Qiong Ren opened his eyes a little bit, and asked reservedly: "What reward?"

A dragon's tail popped out.

Yanmo has become a half-dragon image that has gone further than the day the cover was shot.

The dragon horns, tail, and claws are complete, the dragon scales cover half of the face, the short hair is stunned, the pupils are white at first glance, but upon closer inspection, they seem to be mixed with countless spar particles, shining brightly.

Yan Mo's tail stretched out towards Qiong Ren, and gently curled around his waist.

Qiong Ren grabbed the tip of his tail, and the fin-like dragon hair was smooth and tidy, making it slippery to the touch. Qiong Ren thought it was fun, and his hands messed up, but as long as the tail flicked, it could return to its original shape.

He rubbed it fondly for a long time, completely oblivious to the fact that his tail had become stiff.