Singing at the beginning rewards the 100 billion group

In other words, when the drainage channel bends, failure is not allowed.

Looking at it, Zhang Yuan felt his blood boil.

He closed his eyes, imagining himself driving a sports car and using the drainage ditch to corner.

Which man does not yearn for the ultimate speed?

After looking at it for a long time, Zhang Yuan finally digested the map.

All the tactics are already clear.

In the morning, it was just dawn.

Zhang Yuan went out, intending to have breakfast.

He often goes to a beef noodle shop for breakfast recently.

Halfway there, I ran into Zhou Chen who I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Zhou Chen, why are you?"

"Zhang Yuan? Big singer? Idol,"

When the two met suddenly, they were shocked by each other.

Zhou Chen was still the same, with a cynical look.

Zhang Yuan once played music with him in college. This guy has a bit of musical talent, but he just plays music.

Just a hobby.

I didn't intend to take the path of career development at all.

Very happy to meet old friends.

The two came to a breakfast shop and chatted while eating.

"I said Zhang Yuan, you are already a big star now, will you lose your grade if you come to eat in this small restaurant?"

"Zhou Chen, you, a rich second generation worth billions, don't you think it's a drop in price when you come to such a small roadside restaurant to eat?"

The two teased each other, and it felt like they had returned to the era when the blood was flying.

"Hey, what have you been doing lately? Didn't go home to inherit the family property," Zhang Yuan asked.

Zhou Chen shook his head and said, "I told my dad that I will go back after I play for a few more years, and he agreed."

Zhang Yuan was a little envious: "Oh, the rich second generation is good."

"What a fart, Zhang Yuan, you don't know how nagging my dad is. He asks me to study management and economics all day long. I have a headache."

"But you've never been short of money."

"That's true. I still think you are good. Singing and gaining a group of fans. Maybe in the future, a female fan will fall in love with you and insist on marrying you. Then the two of you will form a happy little family. On this day, Just thinking about it makes me feel comfortable."

"Then let's change?"

"I won't change, it's too annoying for me to be a professional singer, I just play for fun."

"So are you playing music now?"

"It's been a long time since I played, by the way, my buddy is going to visit Dongying country recently, why don't you come with me?"

"What are you going there for?"

"I'm going to participate in a competition, Qiu Mingshan Car God Race, go there if you have time, play with me, I'm bored by myself."

Zhang Yuan knew that Zhou Chen liked racing cars, and of course Zhou Chen also had several sports cars.

But his racing skills are mediocre, so to put it bluntly, he's just playing around.

"Ding"

"Mission: Invite the host to participate in the Qiuming Mountain Chariot Race."

"Bonus: top-notch lyrical rock vocals."

Zhang Yuan was thinking about this matter, but the system came with a task.

Well, let's go then.

But this is the first time Zhang Yuan has heard of this lyrical rock vocal.

Logically speaking, lyric and rock are two different styles.

Rock music is generally dry music, lyrical, soft, and sometimes heart-piercing.

Some lyricism is positive and sunny.

This kind of singing should be a combination of the advantages of the two, which is a very special singing method.

Correspondingly, there should be songs with similar styles, so as to perfectly reflect the lyrical rock vocals.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Zhang Yuan readily agreed.

"That's great, you are indeed a good buddy. Come, let's toast to our trip to Qiuming Mountain and our car god."

Zhou Chen happily raised his glass.

"I quit drinking, I'm a singer now, I have to discipline myself and protect my voice."

Zhang Yuan said seriously.

Zhou Chen looked at him with admiration, and gave him a thumbs up: "Yes, I give you a thumbs up, why don't you just do this and don't get married in the future. For your fans, how about taking care of your body and cultivating your mind? Alone alone Forever, how about it?"

"Go away, you."

The two talked and laughed, very happy.

This reminded Zhang Yuan of his innocent and beautiful college days.

A week later, the two met at the airport.

"I said, why are you packing so tightly? You're not hot," Zhou Chen laughed seeing Zhang Yuan wearing glasses and a mask.

Zhang Yuan was very helpless: "I'm afraid that fans will recognize me. It will be very troublesome when a group of people will gather around me. Alas, it is also a headache to be famous."

Zhou Chen couldn't help punching him.

"Okay, okay, stop pretending, isn't it a national idol, isn't it like me when I was in college, peeking at the girls' dormitory with a telescope."

"Others don't know you, and I don't know you? Prudence, if I didn't see your handsome face, I would have given you a long time ago."

Chapter 52

"Sir, here is the ice water you asked for."

"Thank you!"

Holding the water, Zhou Chen woke up Zhang Yuan who was next to him.

"Hey, Zhang Yuan, wake up, wake up,"

Zhang Yuan woke up sleepily and drank some water.

The stewardess who had just walked out a few steps suddenly stopped, turned her head, and looked at Zhang Yuan.

"Ah, Zhang Yuan, it's actually you,"

"It's really you, so handsome."

"Idol, sign me up,"

The stewardess never expected that she would meet her idol on the plane.

And the true appearance of the idol is simply too handsome.

Looks good.

This kind of face mirror does not need to be beautiful at all.

She was so excited that she seemed to forget her profession.

However, fortunately, this is a first-class cabin, and there are few guests. Most people are busy reading, listening to music, and dealing with work.

The overreaction of the stewardess did not attract much attention. It seemed that these first-class passengers were used to such famous scenes.

"Forehead,"

Zhang Yuan just woke up, a little dazed.

He took every precaution, but he still didn't catch it.

Fans still recognized him, there is no way, who called him a national idol.

"Zhang Yuan, I like every song of yours, and I like you too, please sign me up,"

The stewardess spoke very sincerely. When she said she liked you, a blush suddenly appeared on her fair and tender face.

The glamorous stewardess also looks like a little girl at the moment.

"I haven't practiced signing, don't be surprised,"

Zhang Yuan seriously wrote down his name on the paper.

This not only made the stewardess not think Zhang Yuan was stupid, but also thought Zhang Yuan was too cute. The way he was serious about writing was so handsome that he exploded.

Sure enough, serious men are the most handsome.

The stewardess took the autograph and left, Zhou Chen had a reluctance on his face.

"What's wrong? Are you going to have diarrhea?"

"Zhang Yuan, I hate you, why are you more handsome than me?"

"God gave it, there is no way, and I am also very helpless."

"Pretend, continue to pretend."

Zhou Chen really had the urge to beat someone up.

He usually claims to be handsome and invincible, but compared with Zhang Yuanyi, his handsomeness is nothing worth mentioning.

However, jokes are jokes, Zhou Chen also has serious moments.

"All of us who play racing have clubs. The club I joined is called the Condor Club. They are all rich second generations like me. Their families are doing business in China. Alone, take part in the competition."

"You want to participate too?"

"That's right, let's play. There are not many members in the club. There are ten people in total. Most of them are of average level. There is only one person with very good skills and hope to get the ranking."

Zhou Chen briefly introduced the situation of the Condor Club. This is a private club. To put it bluntly, everyone gathers to play racing cars.

The boss of the club is Wei Xiang with the best skills.

When getting off the plane, Zhang Yuan saw this Wei Xiang, he was tall and thin, and he was very cool.

He came to pick up the plane and chatted happily with Zhou Chen.

"By the way, let me introduce my friend, Zhang Yuan,"

"This is the boss of our Condor Club, Wei Xiang,"

The two greet each other with a handshake.

Be acquainted.

"Zhang Yuan? I know you. You are a singer. You can sing well,"

"It's okay, so-so."

After all unfamiliar, Zhang Yuan spoke very modestly.

And Wei Xiang spent most of his time chatting with Zhou Chen, and didn't pay much attention to Zhang Yuan.

They came to stay in a hotel near Qiu Mingshan. The next day, the club members sat together and discussed who to choose for the competition.

Zhou Chen insisted on pulling Zhang Yuan to go with him, but Zhang Yuan had no choice but to follow.

"Is this still negotiable? It must be Wei Xiang. His skills are the best among us."

A member said.

Wei Xiang waved his hands, and said, "Let's just compete. Everyone speaks based on their strength. This is more fair."

Zhou Chen agreed and said, "This method is good, I agree."