After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Seeing that her fan club was about to start an internal strife on the spot, Lu Ruimo put her index finger on her lips, and said with a 'shh': "It's fine for us to say this kind of thing as a joke, but don't let it Yu Chi heard it! Otherwise, I'm afraid he will ask you to solo offline!"

"When I was in school, in order to better protect me, he specially learned martial arts, and he has been practicing for many years. Is it important to propose marriage or life? You can decide for yourself?"

That male fan originally wanted to show off, but when he heard that Yu Chi had practiced martial arts, he was immediately scared.

Full of desire to survive, she shrank her neck and said, "Then, let's forget it, you just treat me as if I just farted. I wish you and Yu Shen will be united forever and have a happy union for a hundred years!"

"In addition, if there are any young ladies who are interested in me at the scene or in the live broadcast room, please add my WeChat account to discuss in detail. My declaration of love is: I choose Xizhilang for jelly, and I am not confused when I choose love~"

Well, he even took the opportunity to propose a marriage for himself.

It made the sand sculpture netizens in the live broadcast room laugh out loud.

[Hahahahahahaha, marriage on the spot is too beautiful!This buddy is a bit interesting! 】

[Ha ha ha ha, what a fucking fuck!Where did the program group get so many talents!I laughed so hard my shit broke! 】

[Goose Goose finally knows why I wasn't selected, it must be because I'm not good enough to be a sand sculpture! 】

[Hahaha these two lucky fans can be said to be crouching dragons and phoenixes! 】

[Stop talking, I'm already looking forward to what kind of explosive speech Xiu'er will bring next! 】

But what they don't know is that this male fan has only started to confess now, it's already too late.

Because as early as the moment he burst out of his mouth, Yu Chi in front of the screen had already stopped looking up strategies for marriage proposals.

The young man turned over the page and recorded the marriage proposal strategy full of dry goods. On a new page, he wrote four big characters murderously: assassination list.

Since he didn't know the name of the lucky male fan at the event, he frowned and struggled for a while, then decisively chose to refine the facial features of the other party, and drew a vivid Q-version villain in his notebook.

And name it: Nasty courtship man!
The scene of the meeting.

Although the sand sculpture fans have their own serious problems, but fortunately, the starting point is not bad, and the atmosphere at the scene is relatively cheerful.

So after Lu Ruimo's three questions were answered, the other trainees let go of their psychological burdens and asked to interact with the fans one by one.

Because the trainees have their own characteristics, the fans they can attract are also very different.

The style of asking questions is completely different.

Some are normal enough to be boring.

For example: In these two months, what is your greatest achievement?
During these two months, what is the most memorable thing for you?
Have you ever thought about giving up when you are the most tired in training?
There are also sand sculptures that make people laugh and look for their heads.

Like: Do fairies like you need to poop?

Do you usually pick your nose with your left hand or your right hand?
Can you give each of us a Ferrari after you debut as a group?
Feng Yasong never liked to compete with others, so before she knew it, she was the only one who hadn't interacted with fans at the scene.

She was bending her smiling eyes, waiting for the next Xiuer to ask a question, when she caught off guard and heard the host: "Next, let's give the warmest applause and screams, please. Our popular Wang Feng Yasong, come to randomly draw lucky fans!"

The muffins in the audience couldn't wait, so they screamed louder and louder!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh finally waiting for you! Fortunately, I didn't give up!"

"Ah, ah, baby Songsong, look at me!"

"Ah, my wife, choose me! Don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

Amidst their howls wishing to overthrow the entire stadium, Feng Yasong called a timeout.

The high-speed moving picture on the big screen slowly stopped, and finally it was fixed on a female fan.

The girl wore a high ponytail, tall and thin, and looked particularly neat.

The question raised was also like a sharp dagger, pointing at Feng Yasong's sore spot.

She said: "Hi Songsong, do you know that there are actually many people on the Internet who hate you, think that your every move is to attract attention, and call you the little princess of the royal family?"

As soon as this question came out, the enthusiastic atmosphere at the scene instantly became a little cold.

Muffins, look at me and I look at you, all confused by this unexpected unfolding.

The screen was full of question marks in the live broadcast room.

【? ? ? ? ? 】

[? ? ?What's up with these girls?Why are you asking such a question all of a sudden?What a disappointment! 】

[Maybe she is facing the same trouble, and wants to consult Songsong, how to adjust her mentality! 】

[Even if this is the case, let's divide the occasions!The questions asked by other people's fans became more and more heart-warming, but when they came to Songsong's place, they suddenly became like this, which made Songsong feel so pitiful! 】

[I originally thought that the muffins' questions would be more embarrassing than those crouching dragons and phoenixes!After all, everyone is a well-known sand sculpture on the Internet! [Cover face][Cover face][Cover face]]

Not to mention muffins, even Feng Yasong on the stage was confused by this unexpected question.

My head is full of: who am I?where am I?Aren't my muffins all sand sculptures?How did the question suddenly become so normal?

At the same time, she was a little disappointed.

After all, she had already rolled up her sleeves, and was mentally prepared to battle with the sand sculpture muffins for [-] rounds.

This young lady asks such a normal question, she can't use all her sand sculpture skills, hey!

Disappointed, disappointed, Feng Yasong was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously: "I know."

"Then what do you think of the black name princess?" the girl with the high ponytail asked again.

Feng Yasong spread her hands and said indifferently, "I don't think it's a black name, but I think it's quite cute."

"After all, if you go to the street and ask around, from an 80-year-old grandma down to a one- or two-year-old girl, there must be more than 99% of people who don't mind being called a little princess by others, which is enough to show that it itself It’s a very beautiful word, and those who think incorrectly are those with ulterior motives.”

"But--"

Before the girl asked a new round of questions, she was interrupted by the host: "I'm sorry, miss, each lucky fan can only ask one question, and your number of questions has been used up!"

After speaking, he gave the staff in the audience a wink, signaling him to quickly take the microphone away from the girl's hand.

To save her from asking something that shouldn't be asked, and embarrassing everyone in the room.