"Stream?"
Everyone was stunned.
Meng Fan wanted to explain to everyone, so he spoke with some innocence in his voice, "I'm a stream host, so I'm used to streaming. If I don't stream, I'll get nervous and my limbs won't work properly. I don't know how to explain it, but I won't achieve the result you all hope with me. I've been to several concerts that aren't streamed, and I've screwed up a lot; it's not good."
Everyone listening was stunned. Is he real?
And are you a sand artist or a rapper? This flow was almost superficial!
"Mr. He, Hua Hua, Kou Kou..."
At this moment, Bai Zhi approached them. She hadn't performed yet but came by to congratulate Meng Fan. She had watched his performance just now onstream and was amazed.