Only at this moment can the younger generation in the Internet age understand how announcers and hosts in the broadcast age establish connections with their audience through sound. Although they lack the direct impact of the picture, they use the sound to leave more imagination space and leave it to every listener to use their imagination. That charm is endless.

Netizen: I am yours.

Netizen: I am yours.

Netizen: I am yours.

Netizen: Ahhhh, I'm dead, I'm really dead!

Netizen: Please keep the team, okay?

Netizen: OK, I'm yours.

Cecilia felt her legs trembling slightly. The poem had been recited, and the lights on the scene were still bright. But her only idea now was to slowly slide down, hide herself in the seat, wishing she could disappear, and then savor every detail of the poem just now.

Each one!

Just imagine again, Cecilia's cheeks became hot and hot, "You are mine", and this sentence came to her mind again, and then her heart couldn't help but tremble.

Netizen: Hey, why did I explode into fireworks?
Chapter completed!