After being advised to leave by the clan leader of the Whitestone people, Fang Ning was extremely dissatisfied. He only managed to find one intimate friend after a whole afternoon of singing. The others looked like they were greatly tortured, was his singing really so terrible?
It was impossible, it was definitely because the one that admired the superior melody was outnumbered by the other people that were blind…
When Fang Ning returned to the System Cyber Cafe, he was discontented, thus he turned on the microphone to sing out loudly and freely…
It was a pity that he did not receive any claps even after singing for a long time.
With the wild ginseng, at least it swayed its leaves along with the tempo to accompany him.
"Sigh, if my precious game book was here, at least I'll have a listener. Sir, you're a tone deaf with no music admiration standards, you're not even clapping to encourage me."