Can you really be able to Chapter 5 today... I don't know... Chapter 4 should be... Alas, once you get lazy, it's really hard to cheer up...

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When Xiao Lang arrived at Michael's apartment, it was only seven o'clock. The lazy Los Angeles had not yet woken up. On the morning of June 18, American time, this time that was destined to be forever separated from Michael and Lance came and left in the slightly warm morning light of Los Angeles!

In the history of pop music, legendary singers, Michael Jackson, Elvis, Beetles, Rolling Stones, etc., have never had such a clear contact and inherited cooperation. Therefore, when people describe this meeting, they always try to describe it more legendary. For example, when the emperors of ancient China are always willing to hear the sayings of auspiciousness from the sky, phoenixes singing on Qishan, and golden dragons circling the city when they ascend the throne. It seems that unusual things always have unusual representations when they happen.

However, in fact, at this time, Xiao Lang was just a commoner with the mood of "appreciating" the emperor. This emperor built a huge music kingdom. He had hundreds of millions of subjects, surpassing the country, people's race, skin color, language, and customs, and brought people from all over the world to their own land and gained worship and praise from their souls!

Yes, at this time Michael Jackson was such a pop music king, a singer who calculated record sales in billions. Any of his actions was global news. He didn't even have to say anything. Just an action, an action that others looked different from the usual "maybe" could attract countless media reports.

Although, many times, such news is not good, maybe it is a question of his health, maybe it is to say that he seems to have plastic surgery again, or that he has bleached his skin again... There are so many things he can use for the front page, as long as he appears in the camera!

Xiao Lang, a small country like South Korea, may have a cumulative single album sales of one million, and in Asian countries outside South Korea, there may have hundreds of thousands of sales and tens of thousands of idol singers registered fans!

Of course, in the United States, the real elegance of pop music has almost no fame!

Two people with such a huge difference in status, although they inherit the same supreme talent in their bones and blood, they cannot produce the light that is as gorgeous as fireworks in the sky at the first time.

That's it. This meeting was not the major earthquake that occurred in China the previous period. It had so many signs and characteristics. Of course, this did not include the agency in China that was supposedly a forecasting earthquake.

It was just ordinary, in Los Angeles, where I squinted my eyes, one of them took a fourteen-hour plane across the distant ocean. During this period, I saw the white clouds floating all over the sky, wondering if there was a halo of the Buddha who believed in Nichkhun behind Michael's head, just like the gods on Mount Olympia, as inviolable as the god King Zeus, and as noble and wise as Athena.

Of course, he never thought that the person who was waiting for him in Los Angeles would be a man like the sun god Apollo.

It was a man with heart disease, who often cried and had a scary face, and he wouldn't be the image of Apollo.

The other person who met was busy until two in the morning on the night before, but had to wake up before seven because he wanted to welcome the guests. A heart attacker, who often cried, his face was still so white, seemed to be loved and hated by Michael Jackson, who was both loved and hated by the whole world!

He was wearing a red nightgown with black edges and a Mickey Mouse tattooed on the nightgown, that's it!

Of course, I didn’t forget to spray some of my favorite opium perfume!

However, no matter what, he really hasn't woken up yet. The less than five hours of sleep sometimes seems a bit insufficient for people of his age!

But no matter how small Xiao Lang is now, how ordinary Michael is, how great Michael is, how crazy he is, how crazy he makes the world crazy.

After all, the two met on this day, on June 18, Los Angeles time!

"I'm sure all your music is naughty elves that come from your heart, and I'm already very familiar with them, so, I think, I'm very familiar with you too!" Michael spread his hands, "But the beauty in your heart makes me very happy, and the beauty in your appearance makes me a little unhappy!"

Michael pursued his perfect face throughout his life and slashed his face dozens of times, so that this face that was not really beautiful eventually became an impression engraved in the minds of hundreds of millions of people and on the monument of pop music.

Xiao Lang may have more knives on his face than Michael, but the one who takes action is not a doctor, but God!

"If you don't think I'm arrogant, I think I'm familiar with you too!" Xiao Lang's nervous mood instantly calmed down, raised his eyebrows and said.

"Haha! OK, Tome, go and do your business, I'll come to entertain Lance."

"Just call me Xiao! Xiao Lang, my name!" Xiao Lang thanked Tome behind him, and then hoped that Michael would call him "xiao" instead of lance.

"However, Mr. Lance may need to take a break first. There is a 17-hour jet lag between Seoul and here. I think I remember correctly, right?" Tome turned his head and looked at Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang nodded, "Your memory is as good as yours."

"Oh, thank you. So, Michael, you can chat later!" After saying that, Tome turned around and left the apartment, and he still had countless things to do.

Watching Tome leave.

Xiao Lang suddenly approached Michael and whispered, "I actually slept on the plane for ten hours, and I never bothered with the problem of jet lag. God might have blessed me when he sent me into my mother's belly!"

Xiao Lang was inexplicably proud because he knew that this was such a jealous and envious luxury talent for Michael who was flying all over the world.

Sure enough, Michael looked at him for a long time before he cursed with no grace, "**, God is such a partial ghost!"

As he said that, he took a medicine bottle from the table, got four white pills, swallowed them in one bite, without drinking water, and the same way he took it like a 20-year-old man!

"You know? Heart disease, you have to take medicine all the time. That guy Morry is very close to you! As long as he returns to Los Angeles, he will definitely come to the door!" Michael rolled his eyes, "What a responsible good doctor."

"Yes," Xiao Lang looked at the medicine bottle sincerely, "Before becoming a singer, I did cardiac pathology research, and at that time, I knew it!"

"Heart disease research?" Michael was a little surprised.

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Chapter completed!