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Other players: "..."

They froze in place.

Mouth open.

(??)

Couldn't speak for half a day.

Is this a cultural difference?

Now, they are enlightened.

"All right."

"It's time for another exciting voting session.

"If you think this song sounds good, please vote."

Picasso smiled and presided over the voting.

The voice fell.

The audience starts voting.

The number of votes on the screen keeps rising.

600.

900.

1200.

……

2800.

3000.

This time, it was unanimously approved.

None of the audience chose to abstain from voting.

The other players were dumbfounded.

They looked at the numbers on the screen with complicated hearts.

"Congratulations, brother Lu Ming, unanimous approval."

"Without a doubt, you are the winner of the second show."

"However, other players still need to decide the outcome."

"See which two players are the bottom two."

Picasso congratulated Lu Ming.

He looked at the other players and said slowly.

Because right now, the other 7 players haven't played yet.

But the rules of the game are to kill the two players with the lowest number of elimination votes.

So next, we need to compete.

So next.

It was the other players who came out and sang.

They each chose a song and sang it.

But there is no doubt that their songs are not welcomed by the audience.

Each of them is worse than each other.

As long as it's not the worst one, they can successfully advance to the next show.

Eventually, the last player sings.

All votes, appear.

Player 3 gets 3 votes.

Player 4 gets 10 votes.

Player 5 gets 6 votes.

……

Player 8 gets 4 votes.

Their votes were compared with Lu Ming's.

One day and one place.

Can't compare.

"laugh!"

"laugh!"

Picasso waved his paw twice.

The wind was calm, and the two players with the lowest votes were taken away.

Player 3, suddenly.

Player 8, suddenly.

Their heads fell to the ground, and eventually turned into white light spots, returned to Blue Star, and were eliminated.

At this moment, there are only 5 players left in the field.

"The last performance show, you can play freely."

"You can tell stories, you can sing, you can dance, anyway, whatever talent you are good at, you can perform whatever talent you have."

"There is no limit to the last show."

"In this last game, the top three players with the highest number of votes will be rewarded."

After solving the two players, Picasso smiled lightly.

Announce the rules of the last show.

The eyes of the other players lit up.

That is to say, apart from Lu Ming, the pervert who almost got all the tickets for his two performances, they still have a chance to get rewards?

"Who will come first?"

Picasso looks around at the other players.

"Let me do it."

Lu Ming smiled.

Now, he won the first place and won the reward, which can be said to be a certainty.

Therefore, Lu Ming decided to play freely and tell a love story.

He wants the audience in the horror world to believe in love!

With this in mind, Lu Ming was still the first to go.

under the gaze of the entire audience.

under the gaze of other players.

Lu Ming took the microphone, looked around, and began to speak:

"First of all, thank you everyone, thank you for supporting me just now."

"What I'm going to perform this time is to tell a nursing story, a little love story."

"But before telling this story, everyone should listen to a poem first. This poem is the source of the little love story."

Speaking of which, he solemnly began to read the verse:

"The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground."

"Raise your head to look at the bright moon, and bow your head to think of your hometown."

After reading aloud, Lu Ming smiled and explained: "This poem is a love poem."

The words fall.

Other players: "????"

After listening, they were dumbfounded.

Is this a love poem?

With Lu Ming's actions, they can't be dealt with.

………………. ………………

ps: The second update is here.

Before eleven o'clock in the evening, there were at least three more watches.

In addition, I finally wrote the [-]th chapter, let me celebrate with flowers~

Continue to code word ing, rush! !

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Chapter 101 Three victories, return

The other players looked at each other in blank dismay.

They are a little confused.

How did Li Bai's poem become a love poem?

"It's because I read less? Why didn't I know it was a love poem?"

"This player is gone, he dares to talk about love in front of the horror world audience!"

"That's right, audiences in the horror world don't believe in love."

"indeed."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. He can perform poorly now. He is now number one in the number of votes. We'll wait until we perform well, but we won't be able to surpass his number of votes."

The other players discussed in low voices.

They don't have the right to be bad, but Lu Ming does.

In the first two shows, Lu Ming was almost full of tickets.

When encountering such a pervert, they are also convinced.

"What a beautiful line."

"I don't know what love story will exist in this poem."

Picasso whispered, with anticipation in his eyes.

After being in contact with him for so long, he knew that Lu Ming was a particularly magical human being.

The audience doesn't like to listen to love stories, Lu Ming must know it.

But since Lu Ming dared to say it, he must have his reasons.

Sure enough, I heard that Lu Ming was going to tell a love story.

The faces of the audience were all ugly.

What they least believe in is love.

But now, Lu Ming actually let them listen to the love story?

Isn't this looking for scolding?

"Everyone, don't get excited, listen to me tell the story first.