Students from Huaqing university are also concerned about this matter.

Only they know that the eleventh childe is Su Chen of their school. And this group of people, after being beaten in the face last time, all stood on Su Chen's side this time.

Even late at night, the school forum is still fried!

"What's my male God doing? Why don't you fight back! I'm really worried!"

"Where is it so easy? Writing a song needs inspiration. What if the male god can't write it without inspiration?"

"Isn't Su Chen really afraid? It's said that those songwriters in the singing world attach great importance to their qualifications!"

"Afraid? You're not joking, are you? My male god dares to hate even ink and is afraid of others?"

"The smoke hurts the ink for a second, and then hahaha... Are you going to kill me upstairs? The male god must have his own plan, so we just wait!"

Mo yuan also received such news. Just after washing out of the bathroom, he casually looked through the online comments and threw his mobile phone aside.

He did not believe that Su Chen would scruple about the words of respecting his predecessors. Instead, he was looking forward to how this man would beat his face back!

If you don't break out in silence, you will perish in silence.

It's estimated that this slap will hurt a lot!

Su Chen, who was in the center of the vortex, didn't know what was happening outside.

After sleeping until dawn, she listened to Mao Qiu's report when she was washing.

Her good-looking eyes narrowed, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously held a sneer.

What a big hat!

The singing world, a place that only values strength, when does it pay attention to seniority!

"Your Majesty, maoqiu can't stand it. Hit him in the face!" Hairball's big knife is hungry!

Your majesty, if there is no more action, it will go crazy!

Su Chen's good-looking eyes were deep and didn't answer Mao Qiu's words. Instead, he asked himself, "what did Su Hao do for them?"

She also has her own big killer. She wanted to take it out together. But now look at it

It's estimated to be separated!

"Your Majesty, it is estimated that they can do it before noon!" Mao Qiu inquired about the progress there and quickly reported it.

Half a day

Su Chen tut tut mouth, the corner of the mouth suddenly took a cruel sneer.

Then let her play for a long time!

And she also wants to see if there are any cards left for the man who keeps saying he is an elder!

Instead of using a hairball to upload songs this time, she turned on the computer and uploaded them herself.

At the same time, there is also a song on the major music platforms:

Song title: glorious mission!

Lyrics: Eleven childe!

Composer: Eleven childe!

Singing: Eleven childe!

And anyone who paid attention to her also received the prompt tone of the system at this moment.

"Mom, this is a corpse fraud! I thought you wouldn't release a new song!"

"Have I noticed the introduction of the song alone? 'when did you rank in the singing world?' this is Deng's passing in the hard anus! It depends on your courage and download support!"

"What a domineering little brother, I like it. Listen first for respect!"

"After listening, I can hear the explosion! I don't know why, an old man of mine still has a feeling of blood boiling!"

"I feel the blood all over my body is burning, and I turn powder decisively!"