The songs of Nuanyang have been hovering around the weekly list ten, and they can't get up and have not fallen off the list.

The quality of the song cannot crush the previous songs, nor can it crush the exposure, and even the crushed side, Nuanyang has now given up the dream of Zhou Zun.

But while giving up, what she most wanted to see was that "My Future" dropped from the weekly list.

Last night, when I saw "My Future Style" drop to second place, I was unable to follow up and Nuanyang felt so happy.

"Five million." I couldn't bear to tell Nuanyang, and the assistant finally answered in a low voice.

"What?" Nuanyang's face changed: "Five million!"

Crowdfunding, tens of thousands of people rewarded five million together, and may not be unknown and will not be out of the circle.

But a reward of five million yuan per person is enough to make "My Future Style" a hot topic.

Demon City.

Cheng Zhiqiang locked himself in the recording studio and repeatedly pondered the lyrics.

On Zhou Bang, he has lost confidence in the competition for the championship.

"How Many Can Come Again" dropped to seventh place.

Two old songs that re-cooked the blame were shining on a phenomenal show on Sunday night, now one is third and the other is fifth.

The exposure of phenomenal programs is so terrifying. There was once a singing program, one episode a week, and after each episode ended, the songs on the front of the popularity charts on the unofficial music list were all songs sung on that episode.

"When will the Moon come true" is born with a great advantage, but the song "My Future Style" before me must surpass it. This is the dignity of a king." The lyrics of the lyrics cannot make Cheng Zhiqiang completely calm down, and he will think of the list from time to time.

Suddenly.

The music partner came in from outside, looked melancholy and said to Cheng Zhiqiang: "Brother Qiang, this weekly list is really something that no one can compete with."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Zhiqiang smiled.

"You can check it online by yourself." The music partner smiled bitterly.

Cheng Zhiqiang picked up his cell phone.

After a moment, he was filled with righteous indignation: "Five million, haha, not everyone is qualified to compete for the weekly list!"
Chapter completed!