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"Let's all enjoy Angie from love&five as she brings us 'Sewer Love Mouse'!"

the host announced.

With the prelude playing, Angie picked up the microphone. She had wiped away the tears on her face, and her gaze had become resolute again.

"I'm just a sewer mouse, living in the darkest underground house, watching you and him looking so sweet~"

At first, Zambian Fisherman maintained a serious expression, but gradually, his pupils began to dilate, and then slowly, his mouth opened wide.

He was like someone seeing a ghost. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

The director was clever, immediately splitting the screen to show the Zambian Fisherman's computer desktop on the sub-screen.

The gray grid, representing the CD track, and the red grid, representing the live track, matched exactly, without a single difference, as if they were carved from the same mold.

Zambian Fisherman muttered, "This, this can't be... this can't be possible."

Meanwhile, Angie's performance continued.

"I never thought I'd fall in love with you/ We live in two different worlds~/ The sunshine aboveground is too harsh on me/ Too harsh/ Too bright!!! All I can do is look up at you from my damp/dark/cave~"

This time, as the chorus arrived, Angie intentionally sang half a phrase and skipped half, then belted out two lines in one go.

Whenever she sang, the two tracks on the sub-screen aligned perfectly.

Zambian Fisherman, who had been in the post-production for so long, encountered such a paranormal event for the first time, completely overturning his long-standing understanding.

His mouth was now wide enough to fit an ostrich egg.

At this moment, the director timely switched cameras, giving Zambian Fisherman's shocked expression a 10-second close-up.

The live session's viewer count was now nearing 7 million, another milestone about to be set!

Angie sang a few lines and then suddenly put the microphone down, turning to the female host beside her, "Stop the background music."

"Are you not singing anymore, Angie?" blurted the female host.

"No, I'm going to sing a cappella."

The music ceased the next moment, Angie cleared her throat, and continued to sing.

"Mouse~mouse~mouse~mouse~I'm just a sewer mouse in love~~~ And my beloved, she is my muse muse muse muse~"

The gray grid seemed welded onto the red grid.

Previously, the comments were dominated by trolls, but now they had completely vanished, replaced uniformly by "Wife, come out and see God~"

But at some point later, they shifted to "God, come out and see the wife~"

The live session's viewer count had surged past 7 million, but the rate of increase didn't slow down, it was accelerating even further, reaching 8 million in just 40 seconds.

That meant, with Angie starting to sing a cappella, in just under a minute, the live session had surged by more than a million viewers!

The female host crossed her legs, a flush of unnatural red appearing on her cheeks.

Meanwhile, the widely gaped and dazed Zambian Fisherman had also been turned into a meme, starting to go viral on various platforms.

Having sung "Sewer Love Mouse", Angie had also entered the zone. She didn't retake her seat but, filled with energy, started singing other songs.

However, due to a mental breakdown, the Zambian Fisherman wasn't operating the computer at that moment.

The live stream audience was not pleased, but fortunately, the female host promptly went over to remind him, and took the opportunity to flaunt her cleavage again as she bent over.

Only then did the Zambian Fisherman start moving again; but now, he was like a marionette, dazedly operating the software based on his years of post-production experience, while his own consciousness and soul had seemingly flown off to a desolate area.

In the end, the entire live stream lasted a full two hours. Angie repeated all the songs she had performed at the concert that night, turning this validation session into a performance session.

The number of online viewers in the live room even spiked to over ten million at one point. The platform's owner, thrilled, popped a champagne bottle in his mansion, making this 200-million exclusive signing contract the most valuable investment in his history.

Not only did Angie instantly shake off the "lip-syncing" label, she also gained a large number of new fans. Her popularity now significantly exceeded that of the other four members of Love&Five.

That was just during the live stream. After it ended, with the news fermenting and spreading, her popularity and commercial value were bound to increase even further.

By this time, Angie's manager's phone was already blowing up.

The sponsors who had hesitated because of the lip-syncing incident had all changed their minds, each one eager to rush over and sign contracts, hoping to latch onto this trending moment. Many new brands also expressed a strong intention to collaborate.

What was most precious was that, despite enduring so much criticism and abuse due to a video by the Zambian Fisherman, Angie didn't speak ill of him after successfully proving her innocence.

Instead, she gently consoled him, affirmed his spirit of inquiry and technical skills, and emphasized that she was an exception. It wasn't the Zambian Fisherman's fault. She called on her fans not to harass him.

Touched by this, tears welled up in the eyes of the Zambian Fisherman, who immediately joined the Angie Fan Family, becoming the purest of fans.

Not to mention, Angie later exchanged phone numbers with him and expressed her hopes for future collaboration.

The onlooking audience also felt satisfied having witnessed such an exhilarating and brilliant live stream.

Thus, a win-win situation for everyone involved was achieved without anyone getting hurt.

Ma Lu, halfway through watching, saw that everything was settled and lost interest. He stretched lazily and walked out the back door, intending to take a walk in the residential compound to help digest his food.

But hardly had he taken a few steps when a pigeon landed in front of him, eyeing him askew with its red eyes.

"Brother Pigeon?" Ma Lu tentatively called out.

The next moment, the familiar voice of Teacher Guo indeed echoed in his mind, "Have you encountered any strange people recently?"

"Uh… if you had asked me six months ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to say yes, but now I need to ask, what kind of person is considered strange? You know, I run a restaurant, so I inevitably meet all kinds of customers."

"A guy who likes little games," the pigeon said, "he came to this plane about a month ago but refuses to accept the rules here, causing trouble everywhere. I'm trying to capture him."

"Little games? Like box-pushing, or maybe Snake, Tetris?" Ma Lu asked curiously.

"None of those. The guy makes his own little games and then selects players to play them."

"I feel like you're talking about the people from Hakimi Network Technology Co., Ltd., although Red Ridge should be considered a AAA title."

"It's not them," the pigeon shook its head.