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Chapter 39

On the other side of the screen, Yu Ting's coquettish operation made his head go blank for two seconds. When he came back to his senses, he tapped his fingers on the keyboard, breathing heavily and cursing while typing.

He changed his account, re-entered the live broadcast room, and immediately a series of new content appeared on the public channel.

——Is money very attractive?It's amazing, isn't it?

……

You can guess what his next sentence is, it's nothing more than provoking class conflicts, desperately pulling the topic to "artists showing off their wealth in a high profile".

Hong Ming snorted twice, and didn't look at who came to scold him first.

It's just that before he could say a few more words, he was interrupted by Yu Ting: "There's nothing to hold back when you have money."

He clicked on the management interface of the live broadcast platform, found the account of the new speaker, and a few words appeared in the pop-up window: Are you sure to ban this account?

After a second, the "OK" option flashed lightly, and the pop-up window disappeared.

After completing this series of operations, Yu Ting continued to add the sentence just now, "I was the one who pulled."

"..."

The barrage witnessed the whole process, almost bursting with laughter, originally eager to try and plan to rush up to complain about this account, but unexpectedly, Yu Ting did not need anyone's help at all, and made a move on his own.

There is no use for all the enthusiasm, only a series of "hahahahaha" of various colors covering the screen from top to bottom can be left in front of the screen.

Hong Ming himself felt relieved, and it was rare that he didn't speak out to teach Yu Ting. He just felt sorry for the money, "Hey, let me see how much the platform takes? Is this a way to make money?..."

Hong Ming looked over and over at the platform's commission terms. Gu Yiyang was startled for a few minutes before he gave his brother a thumbs up, "RMB players."

Yu Ting had a look on his face just now, but he didn't show any expression when he heard the exclamation of others. He knocked on the arm of the chair a few times with his fingers, and looked up at the stage.

The stage lights hadn't all been turned on yet, and the vision was not very clear. Zhang Kun waved his arms and walked up and down the stage, enjoying the tsunami-like shouts from the audience.

On the other side of the stage, the tall and thin figure was wearing a peaked cap, most of his face could not be seen clearly, his hand was hanging down holding the microphone, his knuckles resting on the switch, and he was talking to the organizer in a low voice What.

As if feeling something, he suddenly paused, made a gesture to the staff, turned his head and looked at the audience, his gaze skipped over the faces in the front row, as if he was looking for something.

Yu Ting knew very well that when he stood on the stage, he couldn't see clearly what was going on off the stage, not to mention that there were so many people present, let alone the facial features, he could barely see the gender clearly.

Yu Ting always thought it was silly to bouncing up and down the stage and shaking his hands to signal the people on the stage to look at him. However, he hesitated for two seconds, and the fingers on the armrest seemed to have self-awareness, and suddenly moved Move, lift up a tiny margin.

He was only halfway through this action, when the person on the stage looked towards the back row, as if he had clicked some precise search switch in the game, he immediately locked the target in the vast crowd, and his eyes fell on him.

Yu Ting froze for a moment, his mind went blank for two or three seconds.

It wasn't until the audience in the front row howled a few words like crying that he came back.

Yu Ting came back to his senses, looked at You Zhong who was separated from him by the noise, thought for a while, and stroked his earlobe with his fingertips.

The uneven texture of the earring on the right is very clear.

He didn't speak, and he didn't make any mouth gestures such as cheering up. He only made such a movement in just 1 minute when he looked at You Zhong.

Also looks a little unclear so.

But he felt that You Zhong could understand.

Game start.

The auditorium was like hot water pouring into a frying pan, just about to boil, fearing that it would affect the effect of the game, the excitement that was about to reach its apex was abruptly suppressed.

Pairs of eyes stared intently at the stage with bated breath.

Cypher belongs to the type of rap with pre-set phrases, and a game will last for several rounds. Zhang Kun is very confident in himself and asks to be the first mover at the beginning.

The stereo starts to play b.

Zhang Kun swayed with the rhythm of the music, approached You Zhong with a microphone, and put his shoulder on his shoulder provocatively.

He was going to say something, but when he raised his head, he saw You Zhong's downcast gaze.

Obviously there was no ups and downs, not even a taunt, but he still took back the hand that was on it.

A few seconds later, b returned to the second eight beats, he picked up the microphone and began to roar: "Did you hear the cheers from the audience,

Now it's my special session.

you came from the bitch'shole,

How dare you challenge my prestige.

Expect me to show mercy to you,

Or play house with you like those sons of bitches?

doyouknowwhat'srapper

i'm your daughter-in-law ckinglover. "

……

Hong Ming was amazed when he heard it. Although he usually swears, it is definitely not to the level of "yin/dao" and "bitch/zi". Hearing these words come out of Zhang Kun's mouth one after another, he is so stupid there. Don't know how to react.

He glanced at the TV platform recorded live, and sighed: "Can Zhang Kun's words be heard after the sound is muted in the later stage?"

It is estimated that it is a continuous "beep -" sound audio from the beginning to the end.

It is difficult for ordinary people to accept the scale of an underground rapper, Hong Ming's uneasiness was obvious, Yu Ting glanced at him, and said: "There is a shopping mall nearby, you can go out and stroll around, and I will call you back when it's time. "

"No, no, no," Hong Ming quickly waved his hands, "I'm also your manager, how can I not be with you at this time..."

Hong Ming said a lot, and when he looked back, he found that Yu Ting didn't listen to him at all.

"..."

Yu Ting has no time to care about him now.

He curled his fingers and tightened the cushion on the armrest.

Even Hong Ming's occasional swearing is unacceptable, You Zhong stood on the stage and heard this...

How does he feel?

Although he knows that competing with Zhang Kun is indispensable, even the abuse he heard when he debuted was ten times dirtier than this.

But when it happened to You Zhong, the long-lost anger began to burn slowly in his chest again.

Yu Ting took a deep breath to suppress the unknown anger.

Zhang Kun's last word fell, micpass.

Turn switch.

Yu Ting was always worried that You Zhong was inexperienced and couldn't handle Zhang Kun's vulgarity that was so explicit that it burst out of the skin.

But when the light was turned on, You Zhong raised his hand to support his hat, and his sleeves were folded up a few times.

It was obviously just such a simple action, but Yu Ting let out a breath slowly.

Who the hell dares to say that their team leader can't do it?

Yu Ting has also read You Zhong's words countless times. When the speaker changed to another b, and the second You Zhong picked up the microphone, Yu Ting followed the words in his mind and read them silently one by one.

In the eyes of the audience in the audience, You Zhong obviously had no expression on his face, but there was an inexplicable sense of ridicule.

——What Zhang Kun is most proud of is not his rap skills, but the label of underground rapper on him.

"Hello, rappers,

it's got past your time. "

(This is not your time anymore)

——If he was as indifferent to fame and fortune as he said, he would not entrust a foreign company to contract the MV production, and finally make a thing that has no other content except sexual hints.

"i just despise your 'rapper'

label, what do you dare to do, dear"

(I just look down on the "rapper" label on you, so what do you dare, sweetheart)

You watoresume yourrapper's reputation? Standinthesunbeforeyoutalktome."

(You want to justify yourself as a rapper? Stand in the sun before talking to me)

……

Whether it is the lead singer or the lead dancer, there is a hidden rapper dream in my heart.

Gu Yiyang sighed from the bottom of his heart, and the expression on his face was extremely nympho: "The captain is so handsome!!"

Although Hong Ming doesn't know rap, he can understand the general idea.

Hong Ming said angrily: "Anyone who dares to use You Zhong's strength to make an issue, I will throw this video in his face! The momentum is no weaker than that of a professional rapper!"

Among the group of people, only Yu Ting remained calm, did not speak, and quietly looked at the stage with a thoughtful expression.

While listening, he got up suddenly, picked up his phone and started searching.

Hong Ming asked him, "What are you looking for?"

Yu Ting replied without raising his head: "The screen recording of the live broadcast just now."

There are screen recordings for the live broadcasts. Although Hong Ming didn't know what he was looking for, he still helped to find out.

Soon the part Yu Ting wanted was found out.

He dragged the progress bar several times to confirm that he heard correctly, took off the earphones and sneered.

"What's wrong? This paragraph is very powerful?" Hong Ming leaned his head to look at the screen, and found the professional term in the barrage, "layback?"

What is this stuff?

Hong Ming found the answer in the search engine: "Some words in a sentence are delayed."

Hong Ming went to watch the screen recording again, "The rap circle is really particular, did Zhang Kun use this technique just now?"

This man is not a complete showman.

Hong Ming still wanted to speak, but Yu Ting interrupted him, "No."

Hong Ming: "Huh?"

Yu Ting: "It's not a layback."

He turned around to look at Hong Ming, his eyes were dark, they seemed to be bottomless, and it seemed that there was a ball of fire hidden inside.

Yu Ting felt the fire in his chest burning up his throat, "From now on, all Zhang Kun's raps were not sung live by him."

"What we heard was pre-recorded."

Zhang Kun stood on the stage, the volume of the microphone in his hand had been turned to the minimum, as long as he didn't make mistakes, no one would know that he wasn't singing at all, he was just lip-synthesizing with the microphone.

Ten minutes ago, before the opening, the manager was standing on the sidelines, where the stage lights could not be swept away.

Under this dim cover, he saw the manager gesture towards him.

This is the suggestion made by the agent in the lounge.

He said: "It's not that I don't believe in your strength, but you drank some wine today, just in case, we'd better make two-handed preparations."

"Didn't you record this cypher in the studio before? I copied one of the versions. There are our own people in the organizer, so you can save some effort."

He didn't take it seriously at the time, the pre-recording was similar to lip-syncing, but the degree of falsehood was higher, and no one would notice if it was done well.

He was too lazy to deal with You Zhong seriously, and his head hurt from drinking, so he agreed without thinking.

It's just that the development behind it was unexpected.

The pre-recorded version was his best performance. Zhang Kun sang along the lyrics and found out that his manager even doubled the speed in private.

He originally planned to sing a few lines if he was in good condition, which can be regarded as opening his voice, but now he can't stop at all.

Because he found that even if the pre-recorded version doubled the speed, he could only draw with You Zhong.

He didn't dare to take the risk, let alone be discovered, so he could only bite the bullet and continue.

Zhang Kun's agent was worried, but he didn't know rap, so he could only see what was going on through the reactions of netizens.

The barrage was as usual, full of quarrels.

[Zhang Kun still has two brushes, his character is not very good, and rap is still awesome] [Fucking shit, the above can't listen to rap, they are even with the artists, and lose the face of the rap circle] [Didn't see it Has Zhang Kun been drinking, his face is flushed, how drunk is he? Do you want me to tell?In this state, a tie with You Zhong is already considered a win] [Knowing that there is a match and still drinking, who forced him to drink?I didn't expect fans to be able to do this.]...

"fart!"

After hearing Yu Ting's explanation, Hong Ming ran to watch the barrage again, his liver ached from anger.

However, no matter how angry he is, he still has to admit one thing

Getting drunk is a really good excuse.

Because the "tie" of the game means that You Zhong lost.

If you think about it further, the excuse of "drunk" can be used once and twice.

Maybe Yu Ting won and could only get a sentence of "Victory is not martial".

Hong Ming stood up abruptly, and was about to say that he was looking for the organizer, but before he could speak, Yu Ting had already walked dozens of steps, bypassing the crowd, and was about to walk to the side of the stage.

Hong Ming hurried to catch up, but within two steps, he heard the sound coming from the speakers——cypher was over.

Hong Ming was cursing, and hurriedly quickened his pace, his feet were rubbing against the ground and caught fire.

There was continuous sound from the speakers, and the host politely asked the two contestants to step off the stage, while Zhang Kun ran around the venue to interact with the audience.

The loudspeaker squeaked, Yu Ting was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked towards the stage, and Hong Ming behind him also stopped to look at the stage.

The accident happened in an instant

You Zhong put down the microphone, didn't go offstage, went to the sideline to get a bottle of water, and unscrewed it.

He doesn't care whether Zhang Kun is the original voice or not.

His concern is another matter.

Zhang Kun was talking to the girl with a playful smile on the side of the stage, with a faint smell of alcohol, and he didn't notice that someone was approaching behind him.

It wasn't until the figure walked beside him that he seemed to feel something.

He turned his head, shifted his gaze upwards, and saw the familiar peaked cap and Jie Ge's little ring shining with silver light on it, frowned, and was about to ask You Zhong what he wanted to do.

suddenly

He was grabbed by the collar and pressed to the ground. To prevent him from struggling and resisting, the man squatted down and put his knees against his neck.

Zhang Kun was so pushed that it was difficult to breathe, and he couldn't swear swear words, so he could only glared at You Zhong, who had drooping eyelids, and You Zhong raised his hand, only then did Zhang Kun realize that he was still holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

--What do you want to do?

This is a sentence that Zhang Kun can't ask.

The next moment, he was poured from the head to the neck by the bottle of water. It is already late autumn and the weather has turned cold. The bottle of water fell down in a daze, making him tremble all over, and choked it into his nose again, coughing violently. .

You Zhong's icy voice sounded: "Are you sober?"

The staff were all stunned, and didn't think of going up to fight. Reflexively said: "This contestant, if you beat other contestants during the competition, you will be disqualified."

The staff wanted to scare You Zhong with this sentence, but he didn't expect that You Zhong didn't react much when he heard it. He glanced over and said, "Whatever."

After saying this, he turned back to look at Zhang Kun, "Are you sober?"

Zhang Kun was frightened by him, and nodded hastily.

Only then did You Zhong let him go, and said with a blank expression: "It's fine when you wake up, the 'drunk' state is nothing compared to me, and I don't care if I win or not."

"Compare me to my brother and see how I lost to him in a sober state."

The author has something to say: I am here friends!I'm out!You can even write rap! Woohoo!

Aw, by the way, the rap in this chapter is a bit dirty, let's see how everyone accepts it, if you can't accept it, I'll make a statement in advance, and give an early warning.

In addition, a friend asked how to update this article, just, daily update!Before, the update time was always delayed because of the Chinese New Year, which made it very irregular!But now the year is over!Can resume daily update!I will work hard! !