Godly Auxiliary System

The Weibo account was very popular.    

The netizens were daily scrubbing away the gossip about celebrities.    

"Hu Lili has a new movie, her bedtime performance is astounding!"    

"Insider news: Director Chen Yipeng may start filming a new wuxia drama, but her actual budget may reach 120 million RMB."    

"Sun Fei, the famous movie star's birthday, but her best friend doesn't post Weibo to celebrate. The two of them don't seem to get along."    

On Weibo's hot search, it was all hype news. Some were true, some were false, and some were just rumors.    

As long as one had the names of some of the most popular celebrities, even having a meal or taking photos would attract a lot of traffic.    

Many netizens searched their Weibo for videos and videos, but they were already used to browsing on Weibo at a time when they lowered their heads.    

At the beginning, it was quite fresh, but as I came to understand, it was all part of the media hype and I was very tired. If I had the time to watch a bunch of actors in the entertainment circle flame each other, I might as well do a short video clip to watch a live broadcast.    

He glanced over and saw that the first few posts on Weibo had been taken up by the other celebrities. There was nothing new to talk about. After entering, a title suddenly attracted everyone's attention.    

"Prodigy appeared in Fighting Shrimp Platform, live broadcast eight languages singing!"    

This headline pushed aside the crowd of 'chaotic' elephants from the entertainment circle below and directly took first place in Weibo's search. With a glance, it was simply a scene to behold.    

The netizens were stunned.    

Everyone was very familiar with Fighting Shrimp Platform. Although these days the female anchors had become more virtuous (cough cough …), live broadcasting was still a form of entertainment for a large portion of people.    

But what the hell?    

Singing in the language of the Eight Kingdoms, wasn't this bragging too much?    

He clicked it and a video popped up.    

The video lasted two hours, and what appeared in front of everyone was a unique jaw...    

After reading it, the netizens were shocked.    

"Holy shit, this person's singing is invincible!"    

"This streamer's ID is the number one Singing God in Fighting Shrimp. I feel that there's nothing wrong with calling him the number one Singing God in the universe."    

"A humanoid translator?"    

"I suspect that he is an alien!"    

After watching the video, everyone's mouths were wide open in disbelief.    

Although this was the information age, the internet was incomparably well-developed. There were all sorts of strange things happening, and it was possible for them to sing in eight different languages. It was almost unheard-of!    

The number of comments continued to rise and be forwarded.    

Other than shock, there was only worship left!    

Someone had forwarded Weibo to Netease's music community.    

A group of young scholars who liked music found it very familiar.    

"I remember now, isn't he the one who sang 'Everything Grows'!?"    

"Right, it's this live broadcast host who uses his chin. What is his brain made of? How can he speak so many languages?"    

"I really want to know what this host looks like."    

"I also want to know, with such a perfect sound line, it suits my imagination perfectly. Looking at the contours of his chin, he is probably a handsome man!"    

"Cough cough, stop dreaming. As far as I know, 90% of the people who are unwilling to show their faces are not confident about their looks. Therefore, Singing God is very likely to be ugly."    

"Pah! Upstairs, you have already been surrounded. I am Singing God's brainless fan, I will smash your dog head to death today!"    

"..."    

"Ugly monster?!"    

Ye Lee crossed his legs and unconsciously laughed as he commented.    

"Doctor Ye, what are you laughing at?"    

"En, haha, why aren't you laughing. Wait a moment, just wait for my needle to heat up!" Ye Lee pursed his lips, when he thought about the comments, he felt like laughing, so he let them guess, since he definitely would not show his face.    

Next to him sat his elder brother, Wang. He was about thirty years old and had a storefront open at the side. However, he was currently grinning from ear to ear, and there was a large bump on his ankle.    

With the Doctor Ye on his side, Lao Wang naturally did not go to the hospital. The residents and merchants around knew that the Doctor Ye's medical skills were top-notch, they could see the effects immediately after treatment, to the point of not saying a word.    

With a few needles stabbing down, Lao Wang watched as the red and swollen bump slowly disappeared. It was extremely mystical, going faster than applying ointment.    

"How much is Doctor Ye?" Lao Wang said happily, this saved him a lot of trouble.    

Ye Lee waved his hand: "Why would we charge money for such a small matter? We're all neighbors."    

Just at this moment, a voice sounded from outside.    

"Beat him up, beat him up …"    

Ye Lee was startled when he heard the voice. The Yunqi Street had always been very calm.    

Lao Wang looked outside, and said: "Doctor Ye, quickly go out and take a look, there seems to be a fight going on over there."    

Under his curiosity, Lao Wang immediately stood up, he realized that his leg no longer hurt!    

At this time, Ye Lee walked out in shock. These days, fighting was rare, he did not know what happened.    

After walking a few steps outside, he saw many people spectating, some were citizens, some were nearby Business Owner.    

Uncle Yang Yongye, who was usually outside selling her hands to catch bread, also stood there. Ye Lee asked: "What's going on?"    

Uncle Yang was surprised for a moment, then said, "It seems that the old man who was buying fruit there was beaten by the Town Security."    

Ye Lee knew about the old man who sold fruits. It was normal for people to set up stalls on the streets outside. People like Uncle Yang Yongye would have proof of their legal business there.    

As for the old man, he would usually push a tricycle to sell it on the streets. When he first arrived, he sent each of the Business Owner an apple, but no one wanted it.    

At this moment, the old man was being pressed down to the ground by three burly young men in uniform. On the side, the tricycle had already flipped over and fruit was scattered all over the ground.    

The people around him were pointing at them, unable to bear the sight. However, when they saw the uniforms, they didn't dare to step forward.    

"All of you stop!" Ye Lee roared.    

His voice was loud, but the other three did not stop, pretending not to hear him.    

Ye Lee immediately stepped forward, and with a kick, he kicked the three fellows away, then helped the old man up and protected him behind his back.    

At this time, Ye Lee looked at the three people in front of him.    

The young man who was kicked by Ye Lee frowned, and asked aggressively: "You were the one who kicked just now, right?"    

"I was the one who kicked him. Let me ask you, why did you hit him? The three of you aren't ashamed, just push him down onto the ground!" Ye Lee asked.    

One of the young men scolded, "We, the Town Security, want you to mind our own business!"    

Another youth pointed at the tricycle behind them and said, "Ignore the rest, just deduct the items first."    

Ye Lee said: "None of you are allowed to move!"    

But the Town Security did not care about what Ye Lee said, and obviously wanted to go forward.    

Ye Lee looked at the surrounding merchants and shouted: "Everyone come up and help us, the Town Security has bullied us. If we do not settle this matter today, the three of you better not think about leaving!"