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Chapter 677 - 678 Don’t Treat Me Like a Pushover_1

Chapter 677: Chapter 678 Don’t Treat Me Like a Pushover_1

Li Changlin and Morning Tea Moonlight, in a place not visible to Zhou Hai’s live stream viewers, were also receiving robust support from his fans.

There was a flurry of activity as many people sent him gifts.

From afar, the voice you are so familiar with reaches,

Reminding me of your heart, warm and kind.

When will you return to my side again,

Allowing me to sing alongside you once more.

If the Wine Runs Dry,

If the Wine Runs Dry.

If the Wine Runs Dry,

If the Wine Runs Dry.

...

As the song reached Gao Chao’s part, many people were thrilled to bits.

The screen filled with gifts, falling like rain as if they didn’t cost a dime.

During the break, Li Changlin and Morning Tea Moonlight naturally expressed many words of gratitude.

Afterward, the two continued singing.

"Amazing, I never expected ’If the Wine Runs Dry’ as a duet to be so stunning."

"Classic, it’s truly a classic."

"No wonder Ye Xiyao would sing this song, it’s truly a gem among classics."

"I’m truly shocked today."

"No, seriously, I must buy an ’If the Wine Runs Dry’ album tomorrow."

"Haha, count me in!"

The performance by Li Changlin and Morning Tea Moonlight truly shocked everyone.

As the song ended, they received countless applause and hundreds of thousands in gifts.

Seeing her wealth surge so suddenly, Morning Tea Moonlight was incredibly thrilled.

"One more!"

"Yeah, Brother Changlin, Morning Tea, do another song!"

"It sounds so good, Morning Tea I love you!"

"Sing it again, I really can’t get enough, I so love this song."

In the chat channel, many people were fervently calling out.

"Brother Changlin." Seeing these comments, Morning Tea Moonlight felt a bit troubled.

She didn’t mind, if the audience liked it, then she was happy to keep singing.

But Li Changlin was different; he was co-streaming with her, and Morning Tea Moonlight, being a smart woman, didn’t dare overstep her bounds.

"Folks, let’s all stop clamoring," Li Changlin said with a smile, shaking his head, "Right now, it’s Morning Tea’s show, we should appreciate her performance. Those who want to hear Changlin sing will have plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Right, Brother Changlin is correct," Eight Seconds of Attention also hurriedly spoke up on the mic sequence, "Everyone, let’s not make noise, let’s give our time to Morning Tea, and just quietly enjoy her performance."

"Okay, let’s listen to Brother Ji Yi."

"Brother Ji Yi is mighty."

"OK."

"I have no objections."

"Then go ahead with your performance, Morning Tea."

Everyone gave face to Eight Seconds of Attention, hearing him speak, they no longer continued to make a fuss.

So, Morning Tea Moonlight began her performance.

Most of her songs were covers of Li Changlin’s hits, which didn’t cause any aversion among the audience.

After all, every single one of Li Changlin’s songs was a classic!

By then, Li Changlin was free.

He didn’t interrupt; instead, he just quietly sat at his computer desk, leisurely watching Morning Tea Moonlight’s show.

Honestly, Morning Tea Moonlight wasn’t bad at all.

The fact that she could be the Feng Xiong Army’s flagship host meant she also had her own unique attributes.

Since he had an hour of mic sequence with Morning Tea Moonlight, Li Changlin could relax a bit during this time.

However, he wanted to relax, but someone else didn’t want to let him.

He had just rested for a few minutes when suddenly the private chat notification began to flash.

Without much thought, Li Changlin clicked on it immediately.

Instantly, a chat window popped up with a message from Zhao Enrong, "Brother Changlin, Director Yang asks you to mic sequence with Xiao Rou."

Upon seeing this message, Li Changlin instantly felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

This is bullshit, what the hell is Yang Kun up to!

"Tell him I refuse," Li Changlin had no good impressions of Yang Kun.

This guy, trying to arrange for a new host to mic sequence with him, and even just through Zhao Enrong? Does he think I’m a pushover?

"Understood." Apparently, Zhao Enrong was also feeling a bit off.

After seeing the message from Li Changlin, she replied straight away.

"Alright, no pressure." Although it was just text, Li Changlin could still feel Zhao Enrong’s mood and typed a word of comfort.

"Brother Changlin, Director Yang is coming over," Zhao Enrong sent another message shortly after.

Seeing this, Li Changlin stopped talking.

If Yang Kun is coming over, he surely will make some demands.

Li Changlin was really put off by this guy.

"Li Changlin, what do you mean, why won’t you follow the Legion’s arrangement?" As expected, it wasn’t long before Zhao Enrong sent another message.

But Li Changlin knew that now Zhao Enrong would definitely have stepped aside.

"Director Yang?" Li Changlin typed two words, asking calmly.

"Yes, it’s me, Yang Kun. Li Changlin, why are you refusing my arrangement!" Yang Kun interrogated.

"Do I need a reason to refuse your arrangement?" Li Changlin thought Yang Kun was unbelievable in his shamelessness.

Wuxiang Legion knows exactly how it has treated me; I believe Yang Kun is well aware of this.

"Li Changlin, you’re violating the Legion’s discipline," Yang Kun said furiously, seeing Li Changlin’s blunt counter-question.

"Oh, how exactly am I violating the Legion’s discipline?" Li Changlin scoffed. If it weren’t for the contract constraints, he wouldn’t even want to talk to Yang Kun at all.

"You’re ignoring the leadership’s arrangements of the Legion, showing no sense of collective honor. I’m telling you, Li Changlin, there was a front page feature scheduled for you tomorrow. But since you’re acting so oblivious, I might just have to give that slot to someone else," Yang Kun said through clenched teeth, pulling out his trump card.

He believed Li Changlin would surely be unable to resist such temptation.

As long as Li Changlin agreed to mic sequence with Xiao Rou, he would have plenty of ways to pull away his fans.

"Director Yang, you can save the promotion talk. As for that collective honor you mentioned, that makes me want to throw up. On this note, I’d like to ask Director Yang, back when I was just a minor host, how did you treat me? When I faced the freezing of my wealth value, when I faced Prince and his crew zeroing out my wealth, when I encountered the silent struggles, I want to know – where was the Legion, where was this so-called collective honor you speak of!"

The more Li Changlin talked, the angrier he became.

Yang Kun had always just taken from him without offering any support.

In fact, he had once been given an ultimatum.

This behavior particularly chilled Li Changlin to the core.

"Li Changlin, how can you speak ill of the Legion like that!" Seeing these words, Yang Kun was trembling with anger.