don't call me singer

Chapter 1409 Tonight has become a legend
This night, many people are doomed to sleepless.

Especially the countless netizens who watched the live broadcast were so excited that they couldn't fall asleep.

Originally, they listened to Miss Xiaowen's "The Big Sedan Chair" and planned to fall asleep with that warm hug, but who would have thought that they would fall asleep before they fell asleep!

Encore is fine.

Finally came such a song "The Internationale"!
Gu Xiaobai and the others had already finished singing and were about to leave. On the barrage, there were still various barrages fluttering crazily.

"International must come true!"

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"What should I do? I don't want to sleep now, I will fight until dawn!"

Below the stage, Tokavsky lowered his head quietly, his snow-white hair, like that of a polar bear, was trembling slightly.

Such singing.

How long has it been since I heard it?
What kind of enthusiasm and strength do the teenagers in this country have?
Why, there are still tears in my eyes?

Suddenly, he felt his head move, and something hit him.

He raised his head and reached out to touch it.

Next to him, a few musicians sitting with him showed expressions of envy and dumbfounding.

Tokavsky reached out his hand to grab his head, only to find that a drum stick was stuck in his particularly fluffy, branched, and energetic white hair.

It looks like it has grown a single horn.

Holding the drumstick in his hand, Tokavsky looked at Gu Xiaobai, who had already walked to the elevator, with a dazed expression on his face.

"?????"

Next to him, a reporter quickly raised his camera, and with a click, Tokavsky's expression of holding a drumstick was frozen.

In the distance, other drum sticks are still flying.

The crowd is already crazy, they are desperately raising their hands, jumping up, shouting this, hoping to catch that drum stick.

A young policeman, with his back to the stage, was maintaining order. He suddenly felt something hit his neck, something poked him, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. He suddenly found that the drum stick was stuck in his collar. inside.

The little policeman turned around, holding the drum stick, dazed and at a loss.

How to do?How to do?
what should I do?
Should I give this stick to someone else, and to whom?
if i stay...

Is this right?
Should it?
Next to him, the policeman patted the policeman brother on the shoulder and said, "Keep it, Xiaobai gave it to you."

The little policeman still had a dazed and terrified look on his face.

He held the drum stick carefully and raised his head.

It happened that the cameras at the scene also chased after him, and the face of the policeman appeared on the big screen.

This is the second time he has appeared on the big screen at the scene. The last time he covered his ears in pain because of the loud sound at the scene.

And now it's four hours later.

His face was tired, his lips were already chapped, his face was covered with sweat, he was dazed and helpless.

There was a sudden silence at the scene, and many people quietly looked at that face.

Then the camera scanned other people, the staff one by one, the security personnel at the scene, etc...

Everyone is so tired.

For four or five hours, it was a feast for the audience.

But for the staff, it is extremely high-intensity work.

In that great era, people who work hard and work silently, perhaps, this is the reason why Internaxionell can definitely achieve it.

I don't know who, suddenly started applauding.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh!" applause sounded, the police officer holding the drum stick, his eye sockets were red, he licked his lips, then raised his arm, wiped his face with his sleeve, no I don't know if I'm wiping my sweat, or I'm quickly wiping away any tears that may flow down.

Next to him, the police uncle also looked up at the big screen, full of emotion in his heart.

Is that kid really a drumstick that was thrown around?

For a drummer who can dance with throwing knives and manipulate six drumsticks to play bounce fills, is this drumstick really thrown away casually?
Although Gu Xiaobai's strength and skills are astonishing, his research on aerodynamics is also to the extreme.

But the drum stick is not a paper airplane after all, nor is it equipped with a motor like his long sword.

When the police brother and the staff attracted everyone's attention, all six drum sticks had already fallen.

Most landed in the front row near the stage.

One of them hit Lao Hong on the head.

The impact caused Lao Hong to jump up with an "ow", and the three hairs on his head danced angrily.

This kid did it on purpose!It must be on purpose!

"Xiao Bai, wait for me!" Lao Hong, who was waving the drum stick, suddenly smiled again, holding the drum stick, showing off to Professor Chen: "Look, look, Xiao Bai gave it to me!"

Wangnianjiao is Wangnianjiao!

Xiaobai and I are still good brothers!
Old Professor Chen: "Hmph!"

Show off!

Isn't it just a drum stick!

I turned around and asked him for [-], see if he will give it.

Three more fell among the audience in the front row, and the brothers and sisters who had snatched them hurriedly hugged each other tightly, fearing that they would be robbed.

A little sister shouted hoarsely: "Ahhhhhh! Mine! Mine! Mine!"

Fortunately, the distance between the audience in the front row is relatively large, and the security personnel and the police have followed up in time to prevent possible criminal activities.

Under the arrangement of the police uncle, security personnel have already followed up to protect their safety.

This night, there were too many performances, which made people excited.

But in the end, it was the six drum sticks that stole everyone's limelight.

The next day, the Internet was flooded with photos of those who had received drum sticks.

The young lady who received the drum stick shouted hoarsely.

A tall boy held up the drum stick high, like holding a torch.

There was also a younger brother who held the drum stick tightly with both hands, as if holding a horizontal bar, and roared loudly.

Also, Tokavsky with drumsticks stuck in his hair.

"Is it a deliberate provocation? Gu Xiaobai challenged Tokavsky with a drum stick!"

The smashed three-haired old Hong.

"The boat of Wangnian friendship turned over again? Gu Xiaobai hit my elder brother with a drum stick!"

as well as……

That little policeman with a drum stick and red eyes.

"The policeman who received Xiaobai's drumsticks: Thank you Xiaobai for the gift. I feel that my dedication and hard work have been recognized. I am very touched. The drumsticks have been donated to the museum and will be exhibited in the near future."

Yes, Gu Xiaobai's drum sticks were actually donated to the museum for display.

Someone even spent several million to ask for a live drum stick, but was rejected.

On the Internet, all kinds of false sales news are overwhelming, and major platforms urgently remove similar products from the shelves...

Netizens, discussing whether Gu Xiaobai's six drum sticks were thrown away casually, have already reached the top of the hot search list...

Because these six drumsticks represent not only Gu Xiaobai himself.

And today's show.

The last song of the day.

And tonight is already a legend.

(End of this chapter)