Li Yang felt as though he were the chosen one struck by a heavenly pie, basking in the joy of an almost-won victory and unwilling to wake up.
Then Mu Qiu pinched the little pink pig near his ear four or five times.
"Turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle, turtle!"
Startled, he shrunk his neck.
"Take it easy, even if it's something you're good at, it doesn't necessarily mean it's your main stage. This time, many guests who are excellent at singing and dancing came."
Li Yang wanted to say none of them were as good as him, but what came out was: "Yeah, a lot of guests who are great at singing and dancing came, so why should I ally with you? Why don't I ally with the best singing and dancing group to become even stronger?"
Mu Qiu was ready for this, waved to the camera: "Come, look at Lin Lian's face, then take a closer look at his legs, and finally listen to his voice."
