Chapter 128

At this moment.

Stream room.

Nearly 500,000 viewers heard the young girl was going to show off her talents and sing a new song, and the stream room exploded.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

"New song! You Mingyue's new song!"

"It wasn't in vain that I turned on the stream notification; I finally caught one, I can eat a hot..."

"Poop?"

"Get lost, quickly."

"Hahahaha."

"Friendly reminder, high energy ahead, please everyone put on your headphones and prepare to receive the music baptism of the Spell King young lady."

"Wuwuwu, the happiness of July is back, I can finally hear the young ladies' new songs."

"This isn't a stream at all, it's clearly a new song release conference!"

"I'll tip first as a sign of respect."

"Looking forward to the young ladies taking the first place in the August music charts again."

"Hmm? The current first place on the monthly chart this month seems to be Su Xue?"

"Pfft, is she going to be rubbed by You Mingyue again?"

"If that's the case... Su Xue: I really want to thank you."

"Hahahaha..."

"Su Xue's new song is already nearly 20 million, and there are only five days left until the end of the monthly chart; it's probably unlikely. But being able to hear the Spell King young ladies' new song, I'm already very satisfied."

"..."

When they heard You Mingyue was going to sing a new song, the viewers in the stream room were all excited, one by one like cats smelling fish.

The liveliness in the stream room was like Chinese New Year.

But the joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

Su Xue's mentality had cracked.

Are you going to be rubbed by You Mingyue again?

You are asking about the one thing that shouldn't be asked.

And.

Between women, rubbing is super dangerous, it will lead to pregnancy.

"Cheer up, I still have a chance." Su Xue took a deep breath and steadied her mind.

She suddenly became confident, feeling that she shouldn't lose.

As long as it wasn't a "king bomb" like *Red Ling*, what if the twins released another *Bubble*?

A good song like *Red Ling* that even music masters praised wasn't easy to write; it required strength + a flash of luck, neither could be missing.

Many top composers might not be able to write one in their lifetime.

No need to be afraid.

Su Xue comforted herself.

And in the stream room.

Youyue and Mingyue stood up from their chairs.

As soon as they stood up, it was eye-catching.

Today, their attire was very bright.

The upper body was a floral shirt, the lower body was white casual long flared pants, the floral shirt tucked into the pants, outlining a hot but slender, tall, and curvaceous figure.

Stepping on high heels.

Plus a head of smooth, draped hair, eyelashes, and big red lips, the overall look gave people a very strong Hong Kong-style young lady visual.

This was prepared specifically for singing *Half-Moon Serenade*.

For obsessive-compulsive patients, the sense of ritual must be maxed out.

If you do it, you have to do it best.

"Wow, beautiful."

"Hong Kong-style young lady... love it."

"This outfit is killing me."

"Wife is so obedient."

"North of the Galaxy, Spell King is the most beautiful."

"Already screenshotted, this will be my phone wallpaper for the next period of time. Every morning when I wake up, I can see my wife's most beautiful look, hahahaha."

"Wife, come closer."

"Pity, not black silk, and no exposed legs... looking at this leg shape, looking at this skin, the long legs under those pants must be super beautiful, damn pants!"

"Streamer, I have a brother who has a terminal illness, before he dies, his biggest wish is to see you wear black silk, can you satisfy his wish?"

"I guess your brother must live in the bunk below you..."

"Hahaha, how sharp."

"Don't talk, it's about to start."

At this moment.

The viewers in the stream room had surged to over 1.5 million.

While the barrage kept scrolling.

Xu Mingyue stood in the center of the room holding the microphone.

Xu Youyue sat at the piano.

The two sisters were one body and two souls, and their physical conditions were almost the same.

So, who played the piano and who sang didn't make any difference.

At this time.

The barrage in the stream room suddenly decreased.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the music to sound.