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The punk boy's singing voice is still good, and his English is also passable.

But at the level of playing, Chen Xuan really couldn't listen to it.

However, Chen Xuan didn't mean to despise him, but felt that he was very courageous.

After all, there is a sequence of hearing, maybe he practiced hard, and he will also be a guitar master in the future.

People around looked over one after another, and some played for the punk boy.

It's good to eat and listen to music here.

And Lin Xiaobei was obviously not interested in Punk Man's performance.

When it comes to Hotel California's best climax, Punk picks up the pace.

His skillful playing drew cheers from the audience around him.

The louder the cheers, the faster he played, almost flying off the show.

"So fast! So handsome!"

"It's really good, it plays fast and well!"

Only Chen Xuan shook his head after listening.

After 5 minutes, the music ended.

The diners and stall owners around applauded.

"Thank you, thank you everyone!"

"Please give me gifts to support me, thank you!"

I thought it was over, but the punk guy said to Lin Xiaobei who was the closest to him: "Beauty, you can tip a few dollars at will, 10 or 20, it's all up to you."

"Huh?" Lin Xiaobei was dumbfounded.

With that said, the punk man took out a payment code that had been prepared in advance.

"This..." Lin Xiaobei hesitated.

It's not good to reject others like this, after all, he has worked hard.

But no one asked him to play it.

Chen Xuan can be considered to understand that he is not playing because of hobby, but as a performer.

But, playing so badly, where is the courage?

"Beauty?" The punk man urged again with the payment code.

Just when Lin Xiaobei was at a loss, Chen Xuan pressed her hand.

His warm palm instantly made Lin Xiaobei feel at ease.

Chen Xuan smiled and said: "Brother, I don't mean to discriminate against you, but I respect you as a person who relies on his own hands to work and eat.

However, let me tell you clearly that what you play is not worth 10 yuan, at most 2 cents. "

The punk man was embarrassed, he had done this many times, and the rewards he got were not bad.

Although there are many rejections, it is not so embarrassing to be said.

"Everyone has heard how good my speed is, and so many people applaud for me!"

The surrounding people also booed one after another.

"You are deaf, can't you hear him playing so fast?"

"If you don't want to tip, just say so, don't beep!"

Several people said a word, and Chen Xuan judged with the instinct of a god-level detective that these people were all acquainted with the punk man.

In order to be famous and make money, you actually hired a palm rest?

hypocritical!

Chen Xuan calmly said, "First of all, if you still think that 'playing the guitar fast, singing high, and playing the drums well' is a good idea, then it means that you really should study hard.

You are just purely for the sake of being fast and fast, blindly pursuing racing, and labeling it as a 'speed bomb', which causes the sound of the pop-up to be muffled, with strong breakpoints and no emotion.

You must know that the increase in speed is carried out on the premise of expressing something. It is necessary to ensure that each sound is clear and accurate, and each sentence is full of emotion.

And your senseless racing for the sake of being fast can only be called 'stupid fast'. "

"Crash value from Li Zhijin, +333"

Chen Xuan's series of professional comments stunned the punk boy Li Zhijin and the people around him.

Lin Xiaobei even cast admiring glances.