Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

Chapter 195 The Grammy Awards Ceremony Begins

In the next two days, Chen Feng almost stayed in Taylor Swift's villa and rarely went out. However, Luo Ziyi went out with Kristen every day and didn't come back until evening, which made him very suspicious whether the two were getting along well. Already?

It wasn't until the night before the Grammy Awards that he couldn't help complaining: "That's it, why go out and run around every day?"

Luo Ziyi rolled her eyes at him, "Are you talking about me?"

"Nonsense, who are you talking about if you don't tell me? Don't go out with that girl if you have nothing to do." If it were anyone else, Chen Fengcai wouldn't bother to pay attention, but as far as he knew, Christine had an unknown orientation, and he was really worried about this person The diva was fascinated by the other party and staged a female version of carrying the mountain on her back. The scene was so beautiful.

"What are you talking about? Who is fooling around? I'm just going shopping with her. But you, tomorrow is the award ceremony, are you nervous?"

Chen Feng snorted and said disdainfully: "What's so stressful about this? Why don't you just receive an award?"

"Here we go again." Luo Ziyi was speechless for a moment, and warned: "I'm telling you, you can restrain yourself tomorrow. You can just be an eye-catcher occasionally in China, but this is abroad, so you should pay attention to the impact."

"You've got a lot to worry about, go take a shower and go to sleep."

"Bah, the dog bit Lu Dongbin." Luo Ziyi's innocent face was suddenly filled with anger, and he turned around and got into his room.

After the diva completely disappeared from sight, Chen Feng sat on the sofa with a serious face, opened the system mall in his mind, and redeemed an English rap song. After all, there was no guarantee that he would really go on stage to sing tomorrow. Naturally Preparing a song in advance is a good way to prepare for a rainy day.

As for why he chose rap songs, it's even simpler. Generally speaking, rap originated in Europe and the United States, so of course he wants these Europeans and Americans to experience it. I can do what you know, and it is also a dimensionality reduction attack.

After exchanging the songs, as soon as his consciousness exited his mind, he heard the words "Why are you sitting here in a daze?" floating in his ears.

Chen Feng said without looking back: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about what song to sing tomorrow."

"Oh? Have you thought about it?" As soon as he finished speaking, Taylor Swift sat down next to him.

"Think it through, rap."

"What? Rap? Are you serious? Do you rap in Europe and America?"

"Yes, why are you making such a fuss?" Chen Feng looked at the other party with doubtful eyes, as if he didn't quite understand. Is there anything surprising about this?

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Taylor Swift said with a serious expression: "Chen, do you know where rap originated?"

"I know, isn't it just you Europe and America?"

"Since you know everything, why do you choose rap? Even if you just sing a song casually and show off a moonwalk, it will be enough to shock the whole audience. Why do you have to choose rap?" At this point, Taylor Swift if Thoughtfully, he said in a hesitant tone: "Have you lost the inspiration to write songs recently? It doesn't matter, I can help you write it."

"What are you thinking about? Can I still write a song?" Chen Feng's words are not a big deal. After all, with the system in hand, he doesn't have to worry about not having good songs.

"Why choose rap when you can write?"

Faced with her repeated questioning, Chen Feng had no choice but to say perfunctorily, "Because I like rap." There was no other way. He couldn't just tell the other party directly. He was just here to make fun of him, right?

"Okay, since you like it, then you can do whatever you want." Seeing that his expression was extremely serious, Taylor Swift stopped persuading her and reminded her in a low voice: "It's getting late, shouldn't we take a rest?"

"We? Don't come here. You sleep in yours and I sleep in mine. We won't disturb each other." After saying this, Chen Feng quickly returned to his room as if he was running away.

Taylor Swift looked at his back and laughed secretly, then got up and followed in his footsteps, diving into his room.

"Why are you running? Are you so afraid of me?"

Chen Feng looked at the beauty in front of him and said sarcastically: "Am I afraid of you? Are you thinking too much? Have you forgotten who begged me for mercy yesterday?"

Taylor Swift's face turned red, and she couldn't help but think of last night's experience again, so she asked curiously: "I'm very suspicious, how does Qinghan usually deal with you?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, just asking. If she doesn't mind in the future, then we..."

Hearing the whispers in his ears, Chen Feng suddenly had a picture in his mind. . .

. . .

At 7:30 p.m. the next day, tens of thousands of people had already gathered at the Staples Center in Los Angeles. The venue was packed with seats. Without exception, these tens of thousands of people were here for the annual music event Grammy. Come.

In addition to these tens of thousands of viewers, hundreds of European and American media and some well-known TV stations were also gathered at the scene, including ABC, one of the three traditional radio and television companies in the beautiful country. As the most influential TV station in the beautiful country, they naturally Don't miss this event.

In addition to ABC TV, Facebook is also among them. As the world's largest social networking site, they also sent dedicated staff to conduct live broadcasts.

In the torment of everyone present, the time came to 8 o'clock in the evening, fireworks exploded over the Staples Center, and the annual Grammy Awards ceremony officially began.

At the same time, hundreds of media opened the live broadcast room and focused their cameras on the 100-meter-long red carpet.

As soon as Facebook's live broadcast room opened, more than 10 million netizens from all over the world flocked to it, and the barrage was instantly occupied by dense text.

"This music event has finally begun."

"Did you see it? This is the Grammy of our beautiful country."

"The people of the Empire on which the sun never sets sent congratulatory messages. Only we in the West are the center of the entertainment industry."

"The people of Gaul sent a congratulatory message. I think what you said above is right."

"The people of Japan sent congratulatory messages, the father of the beautiful country is awesome."

"Go to hell with the Japanese people upstairs, don't leave Asians here."

"To be honest, the Grammy belongs to us."

"Huh? Did you steal the stick upstairs again? Aren't you afraid that your father will beat you?"

. . .

While these netizens from various countries were arguing, the successive appearances of superstars on the red carpet made them even more crazy.

"Oh my God? Isn't that NBA superstar LeBron?"

"It's not just him? I even saw Brian."

"Wow, even the God of Basketball, Gang Leader Qiao, is here."

"As expected of the Grammys, even these sports stars came to join in the fun."