After I became popular with my face, I made my debut in C position

... The smell of fire and medicine.

This topic was actually brought up by the mentor on his own initiative, which made many contestants feel unbelievable—no matter what, it's time to turn this matter over now.

Feng Xu tapped the armrest with his fingers intermittently, his eyes lowered in thought.

The little curly hair next to him held his chin and laughed.

He looked sideways.

Mo Fang frowned, and glanced at him half-turned his head. "What hobby, you really like to observe others in silence."

"Is that so, sorry?"

Feng Xu pushed his glasses and smiled apologetically at the right time.

Not very sincere, though.

Mo Fang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "..."

this person...

Not like a nice guy.

"Don't talk about this." Mo Fang gave up thinking about this.He raised his eyebrows, and poked his teeth with great interest, "You came late, do you know what the person in front of Mu Lin did?"

Feng Xu shook his head: "Please tell me."

What are you doing to invite people here and there? This young master is really... polite.

Mo Fang glanced at him and laughed.Then leaning his elbows on the armrest, he swayed, hummed a few hoarse particles, and tried to imitate Qi Dong'an's rap.

"Your rap has no attitude, your mind lacks talent, your flow and beat are all powerless crying—"

Feng Xu looked at him unexpectedly again.

Feng Xu studied traditional music.Although he doesn't think that what he has learned is superior to others, but his ability to appreciate rap is indeed very limited... Even so, it has to be said that Mo Fang sings well.

Although he didn't understand.

Mo Fang sang while reminiscing, the more people couldn't keep up with his speaking speed as he went to the back, he just felt that the habitual pressing of his voice and tongue made his rap more skillful.

Feng Xu only vaguely heard a few key words, such as "certain people", "sensation", "low"... and so on.

It's not difficult to hear that it is sarcastic.

Many people were watching the excitement and began to beat the time, but Mo Fang suddenly got stuck.Frowning, scratching his ears and thinking for a long time, he finally pulled off the sweater hat of the boy in front, and asked him, "How did you sing in the back?"

The boy turned around in a daze: "What...?"

Mo Fang clicked his tongue, and before he could speak, the person next to the boy grabbed the gold chain around his neck and closed his mouth coolly.

Mo Fang tapped the time with a smile.

"Actually, I quite like this part of him."

When he finished singing, Mo Fang's puppy eyes turned into squinted eyes.Then he smiled inexplicably, "...Qi Dong'an, I have a foundation, but I don't know how to do freestyle at first glance, I don't know why I have to do this."

He smacked his lips and turned to seek Feng Xu's opinion, "Are you right?"

Feng Xu didn't speak, but returned with a gentle and formulaic smile.

"..." Mo Fang curled his lips, looking away in disappointment.

Sitting here, Feng Xu can only describe him with two words: disobedience.

The contestants in the waiting room are young, energetic and enthusiastic, and their eyes are so young that they glow.And Feng Xu was deep and introverted, with a modest and hypocritical smile, like a successful businessman.

From the eyebrows to the fingertips, they all reveal a strange strength.

It felt like others were dream-chasing teenagers who came to participate in the competition, and he was the boss who came to visit the class.

On the screen, Mu Lin still has his usual domineering and cool style.

Facing Carson K's question, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, glanced at the ranking area behind the instructor's seat, and said in a casual voice: "I guess he regretted it."

There was a bit of cold irony in the smile on the corner of his mouth.

He seemed really lazy, so he didn't even bother to pretend.The aggressiveness of the whole body and the malicious emotion in the face of the provocateur, even in front of the camera, are not concealed.

The camera frequently scanned Qi Dongan.

He smiled and clenched his hands with such strength that his joints turned white.

--Too cruel.

Throw other people's self-esteem to the ground with the most even tone, and then step on it carelessly.

There is a saying that is true, people always only think about themselves.

Qi Dongan feels sorry for his self-esteem being trampled on, but he seems to have completely forgotten that the provocations he made were also hurtful.

Carson K laughed, changed the subject and asked him, "Are you a rapper?"

"of course."

"But in this song, rap only takes up a very small part."

"This." Mu Lin laughed, "The strongest things usually don't need to be deliberately displayed, do they?"

Carrying countless dazzling lights, it is not covered by the light itself.He is like the sun, hot and scorching.

Feng Xu felt his eyes were stinging.He lowered his eyes, blinked, and couldn't help but look up again.

How amazing.

It's awe-inspiring, yet can't help but want to get closer.

Mo Fang couldn't help feeling: "As expected of me, Brother Mu."

There was a wolf-like ferocity all over his body.

Vicious and dangerous, arrogant and free.He was never bound by anything, a strong man.

Carson K: "Very confident?"

It can even be said to be too arrogant, okay!

The players in the waiting room were as quiet as quails.

I stumbled on Mu Lin before, and I sang with him to such an extent, who can say that he has no strength.So now I dare not comment on the part about his strength.

"Come on for a freestyle, let me see your strength." Carson K said, "Do you want a beat?"

"Need not."

"Need not?"

Rap requires a strong sense of rhythm.Without beats as a supplement, all the rhythms of freestyle live are difficult to grasp.It is a test of rapper's hard power.

Carson K raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to give you a theme?"

Mu Lin shrugged: "Whatever."

Carson K stroked the stubble on his chin in thought, then suddenly smiled: "Then... 'opponent'."

Mu Lin gave an OK comparison.

The empty stage was so quiet that it made people panic.

Mu Lin was not afraid.

He walked on the stage casually, in a very relaxed state.Under the dazzling light, the flow and rhyme are quickly formed in the mind.

Soon, he put the mic to his mouth.With a raised eyebrow, a lazy and perverse smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he opened his lips and hummed a low voice.

The lowered voice was rustling and husky, with a hook.

A group of boys in the waiting room looked up at the screen, blushing.

"Seriously, boredom kills me,

travel around the world,

Can't find an opponent..."

Mu Lin's voice is highly recognizable, with personality and memory. Singing rap naturally gives people a sense of raging like a storm.

Joking, arrogance and provocation, all in one mouth.

Carson K was amused and held his forehead with a puff.

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ps: The two-character proposition is actually very simple, but I can't think of other themes that can highlight the personality... um... probably this chapter is the one that has a little more words. I have been thinking about the rhyme for a long time! ! !It is the fruit of my hard work!Beep! !

pps: Today is the first time I looked at the data since I wrote the article, and then I realized that not only did I increase my income, but I also had readers! ! !Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! ! !Where are you little angels from? qwqThank you so much! !Love you love you! ! !In this chapter, everyone take a bubble and I will send you a small red envelope! ! !

Another day of talking (.)