At the moment Mao Weiang's name appeared.
The sound of the live audience clearly became restless.
The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly increased twofold.
[Maozi teacher, ahhhhh!!]
[Wuwuwu, who understands! Watched Dragon Violin Cup for so long just for Maozi teacher!]
[Really love the songs he wrote, been listening for many years, didn't expect to see him on stage one day!]
[Quick, quick, quick, Maozi teacher! My Maozi teacher!]
[...]
As a small-statured man, looking only about 1.6 meters tall, walked onto the stage, humbly nodding to the cheering audience.
The sound from the audience became even more intense.
"You can see, Maozi teacher's popularity is really extraordinary! The atmosphere here is heating up." Zhu Ye laughed.
"Yeah, after all, he holds the title of 'King of Pop Music,' I grew up listening to the songs he wrote." Fengye said.
"Hey, what kind of songs by Maozi teacher do you usually like to listen to?" Zhu Ye asked curiously.
