Universe Infinite Canteen

Chapter 406 Four Wins

"Let's all enjoy Angie from love&five as she brings us 'Sewer Love Mouse'!"

the host announced.

With the prelude playing, Angie picked up the microphone. She had wiped away the tears on her face, and her gaze had become resolute again.

"I'm just a sewer mouse, living in the darkest underground house, watching you and him looking so sweet~"

At first, Zambian Fisherman maintained a serious expression, but gradually, his pupils began to dilate, and then slowly, his mouth opened wide.

He was like someone seeing a ghost. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

The director was clever, immediately splitting the screen to show the Zambian Fisherman's computer desktop on the sub-screen.@@@@

The gray grid, representing the CD track, and the red grid, representing the live track, matched exactly, without a single difference, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Zambian Fisherman muttered, "This, this can't be... this can't be possible."

Meanwhile, Angie's performance continued.

"I never thought I'd fall in love with you/ We live in two different worlds~/ The sunshine aboveground is too harsh on me/ Too harsh/ Too bright!!! All I can do is look up at you from my damp/dark/cave~"

This time, as the chorus arrived, Angie intentionally sang half a phrase and skipped half, then belted out two lines in one go.

Whenever she sang, the two tracks on the sub-screen aligned perfectly.

Zambian Fisherman, who had been in the post-production for so long, encountered such a paranormal event for the first time, completely overturning his long-standing understanding.

His mouth was now wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.

At this moment, the director timely switched cameras, giving Zambian Fisherman's shocked expression a 10-second close-up.

The live session's viewer count was now nearing 7 million, another milestone about to be set!

Angie sang a few lines and then suddenly put the microphone down, turning to the female host beside her, "Stop the background music."

By this time, Angie's manager's phone was already blowing up.

The sponsors who had hesitated because of the lip-syncing incident had all changed their minds, each one eager to rush over and sign contracts, hoping to latch onto this trending moment. Many new brands also expressed a strong intention to collaborate.

What was most precious was that, despite enduring so much criticism and abuse due to a video by the Zambian Fisherman, Angie didn't speak ill of him after successfully proving her innocence.

Instead, she gently consoled him, affirmed his spirit of inquiry and technical skills, and emphasized that she was an exception. It wasn't the Zambian Fisherman's fault. She called on her fans not to harass him.

Touched by this, tears welled up in the eyes of the Zambian Fisherman, who immediately joined the Angie Fan Family, becoming the purest of fans.

Not to mention, Angie later exchanged phone numbers with him and expressed her hopes for future collaboration.

The onlooking audience also felt satisfied having witnessed such an exhilarating and brilliant live stream.

Thus, a win-win situation for everyone involved was achieved without anyone getting hurt.

Ma Lu, halfway through watching, saw that everything was settled and lost interest. He stretched lazily and walked out the back door, intending to take a walk in the residential compound to help digest his food.

But hardly had he taken a few steps when a pigeon landed in front of him, eyeing him askew with its red eyes.

"Brother Pigeon?" Ma Lu tentatively called out.

The next moment, the familiar voice of Teacher Guo indeed echoed in his mind, "Have you encountered any strange people recently?"

"Uh... if you had asked me six months ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to say yes, but now I need to ask, what kind of person is considered strange? You know, I run a restaurant, so I inevitably meet all kinds of customers."

"A guy who likes little games," the pigeon said, "he came to this plane about a month ago but refuses to accept the rules here, causing trouble everywhere. I'm trying to capture him."

"Little games? Like box-pushing, or maybe Snake, Tetris?" Ma Lu asked curiously.

"None of those. The guy makes his own little games and then selects players to play them."

"I feel like you're talking about the people from Hakimi Network Technology Co., Ltd., although Red Ridge should be considered a AAA title."

"It's not them," the pigeon shook its head.