What's wrong with rapper being 0!

Yang Fengyu's ears felt hot, and he immediately took off a bluetooth headset, cursing in a low voice: "Your uncle."

"Deduct fifty."

"Fuck?? If I am not in your house, I will deduct money. Is there any reason!"

"one hundred."

"I……"

Before Yang Fengyu finished speaking, he heard pure music playing from the opposite side.

It is an accompaniment with a very simple rhythm, without strong and aggressive drums, but relaxing and soothing taps.

"Go to sleep."

Yang Fengyu changed his tone, "Is this the beat you made too?"

"En." Qin Fangcong whispered, "Go to sleep."

It seemed strange that Lian Mai was sleeping, but Yang Fengyu was distracted and didn't think about it, and closed his eyes obediently.

There was silence in the earphones for a few seconds, with only the sound of light breathing remaining.

Qin Fangcong sat in front of the bar in Haida's studio, with a computer in front of him, and an uncomplicated audio track on the screen.

Thinking that Yang Fengyu was asleep, Qin Fangcong's movements were very light, but he heard rustling voices from his side, followed by a boyish voice:

"I dreamed of you that day."

Yang Fengyu turned over, leaned on the seat, closed his eyes and said, "I dreamed that I was sitting on a swing in the yard when we were young, and no one wanted to take me to play."

Without waiting for Qin Fangcong to respond, Yang Fengyu continued: "That was the first time we met, do you remember?"

"Ah."

A small dumpling, squatting on a swing made of tires, will fall from the middle of the tires if you are not careful, and it is all supported by two hands.

After so many years, Qin Fangcong can't remember many things when he was a child, but the little dumpling that looks like a leg pendant is particularly impressive.

Although they ate and lived together for a short week, they had never talked about their childhood, and he had never called Qin Fangcong like he did when he was a child, and the relationship was a bit alienated.

"Do you know why I called you... why did I call you that?"

"why?"

"Because you are like a small tree, so tall, so tall."

Qin Fangcong couldn't hold back, and curled the corners of his lips.

"The day you took me back from the police station, I dreamed of you. It was the first time we met, and it was you who grew up. It was too tall, and I woke up straight away."

Qin Fangcong was helpless: "Am I so scary?"

It can also wake you up.

"That's not true, at least I thought it was scary at the time! Thinking about it later, I think it's not the same as when I was a child. Anyway, I can't figure out why Brother Xiaoshu...cough...will help Yang Wei to bully me."

"Miao Miao," Qin Fangcong called to him, "how are you doing?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback.

I quickly went through the days from childhood to adulthood in my mind. I can't say how good it is, but it's not too bad. I scratched my head and said, "It's... okay."

Ordinary, no disturbances, everything had been foreshadowed long ago, and Yang Fengyu had already accepted it calmly when it happened.

For example, his mother went abroad, for example, his father took him away from home.

Yang Fengyu didn't want to say much in this situation, so he asked instead: "What about you?"

Qin Fangcong was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Me too."

Yang Fengyu heard that his tone was a bit low, so he simply changed the topic: "The world is so big, seeing each other again after ten years is already an awesome thing, isn't it? There are many people who want to find their childhood sweethearts but can't find them." !"

"Correct."

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"elder brother."

Qin Fangcong didn't hold back, and chuckled lightly: "What's wrong?"

"From now on... don't separate, okay?"

The person on the other side was obviously startled, and just as he was about to speak, Yang Fengyu suddenly came back to his senses, and became ashamed of showing his true feelings just now, and hurriedly said: "I, I, I, I am sleepy! Going to bed! Hang up the phone!"

The phone was on, and the music was louder.

After a few seconds, he heard Qin Fangcong say, "Okay."

Yang Fengyu blushed instantly and couldn't help laughing.

Yang Fengyu really fell asleep, and the car just stopped when he was woken up by Qin Fangcong in the earphones.Yang Fengyu touched the half of his face that was numbed with embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "That... I didn't talk in my sleep, did I?"

"No, I'm going to class and I'll hang up first. Be careful on the road and keep your ID card with you."

Yang Fengyu saw the time before reacting, hurriedly said goodbye to Qin Fangcong, and got out of the car with the box.

On the other side, Qin Fangcong got stuck taking off the Bluetooth headset almost exactly at three o'clock, and Yang Fengyu's last crisp "bye" was amplified and heard clearly by everyone in the classroom.

Qin Fangcong: "Goodbye."

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, Qin Fangcong glanced down, his originally soft expression turned cold, "Let's start."

In the back row, several people headed by Tian Yuyang were dumbfounded at the speed of the face-changing, especially Chen Xinxin, who turned his head suspiciously and asked Tian Yuyang: "Does Teacher Qin have a date?"

"Hey, isn't it a boy's voice?" Fang Cuicui wondered.

Tian Yuyang recognized Yang Fengyu's voice, his facial features were all wrinkled together, "Can't you?"

"According to my gay..."

Tian Yuyang pressed Chen Xinxin's shoulder and turned him around: "You crow mouth, don't be gay!"

"Why did I have a crow's mouth?" Chen Xinxin was still not convinced, and muttered in a low voice: "Aren't you sure!"

Tian Yuyang looked solemn, and looked at Qin Fangcong, who was well-dressed on the stage.

After a while, he lowered his head and sent a message in the TAX WeChat group.

[Brothers, I feel that coconuts are going to be eaten by old cows]

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[in detail]

Yang Fengyu sent a voice message directly.

[Ye: Grass, Tian Yuyang, you are only going to be eaten by an old cow, can you look forward to something good all day long, let's talk about my brother...Your Teacher Qin is only a few years older than me, don't call him old! ]

[...I believe it, how about you? ]

[Hehe, the mouth dislikes the body and integrity]

Tian Yuyang shook his head while chatting privately with Yang Fengyu, asking him if he needed to rebroadcast in real time as before.

When Yang Fengyu asked them what they had learned, he refused decisively: "I have learned this a long time ago."

There was a little pride in his tone, for fear that others would not know that he was showing off.

Tian Yuyang was speechless.

He deserved to ask this more.

The meeting address given by the program group was a medium-sized gymnasium in Xicheng. During the training camp, they lived in a hotel not far from the gymnasium.Yang Fengyu arrived quite early, there were not many people in the gymnasium.

Yang Fengyu was wearing a mask and hat, his face was covered with only a pair of eyes, and he saw people gathered in twos and threes from a distance, both men and women, chatting enthusiastically.

Taking a closer look, Yang Fengyu was stunned.

In the past few years, there have been many rap shows, and they are basically "twice-cooked meat". This variety show will change if it fails, and it will be the same group of familiar faces who have not made it to the top.

But the seven or eight people in front of him were all unfamiliar faces, Yang Fengyu could only recognize the brand name of the factory through the tattoos on their arms or elsewhere, secretly surprised.

Outsiders of these label circles may not know each other, but those who know a little bit must know, at least they have heard of their works, and they rely on their strength to speak.

interesting.

Yang Fengyu pressed the brim of his hat, pulled off the mask, revealing smooth facial lines and beautiful lips, and walked towards those people.

Even Yang Fengyu, who only had half a face, was easily seen in the crowd, and the few people in front of him who stood still cast their gazes at him in unison.

Yang Fengyu stared at them calmly, and nodded to those people, "TAX, AKA Yes."

"TAX?"

Those people looked surprised and exchanged glances in silence before falling on Yang Fengyu.

"Haicheng's label, I know." The man on the right who had been silent stepped forward and stretched out a fist at Yang Fengyu, his forearm covered with colorful tattoos, "Hello, Epic, Cheng Ying .”

Epic is the label of Lingcheng, and Cheng Ying is the manager. Compared with the diss and hardcore of TAX Yishui, Epic has a very different style and can do everything.

Because of the variety of styles, Epic has a lot of songs out of the circle, but many of them have been used by netizens as XX divine songs.

Yang Fengyu clenched his fists and confronted him, and the rest of them introduced themselves one by one. Only then did Yang Fengyu match their faces and names.

Epic only came three or four, and the rest are all well-known and have different styles.

Waiting for the interval, Yang Fengyu brushed Weibo aimlessly, and Cheng Ying who was beside him suddenly asked, "You are the only one here for TAX?"

Yang Fengyu responded: "Well, what's the matter?"

"How is Cheng Wen?"

"Ah?" Yang Fengyu was taken aback, not understanding how the topic changed so quickly, "It's good, what's wrong?"

"Oh..." Cheng Ying shrugged slightly, "When will his new song be released? Or is he really planning to go to work?"

"I don't know," Yang Fengyu looked bewildered, then he thought that Cheng Ying was also surnamed Cheng, and he looked younger than Cheng Wen, "Who are you?"

Cheng Ying laughed, "It's okay."

Yang Fengyu wanted to ask again, the director has already stepped onto the stage, and he is a music program director with a good reputation.

"This week is intensive training, and the recording will officially start next Saturday. You can prepare the first repertoire, a whole time. Don't be too nervous, the first time will not eliminate people, but determine the initial style and Level, it needs to be noted that this style and level are not fixed."

This competition system is too loose, it doesn't even look like a competitive music competition program.

"The 35 rappers present were all selected and invited by the program group and the producers. We hope that compared to winning the championship after being eliminated, we can really let the audience remember the work and convey ideas in the form of rap."

"In addition, to paraphrase the words of Sapling's producer teacher, maybe the difference is not the ability, not the work, but just an opportunity to be seen."

When Yang Fengyu heard this, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened.

Qin Fangcong also said the same thing to him.

At that time, Yang Fengyu was still a little skeptical. He didn't expect to be able to participate in the recording of such a large-scale program so soon.

This person talks about this and that, but even when no one is optimistic about him, he has always supported him in rapping.

He doesn't like to sing melodies that everyone thinks he is suitable for, so Qin Fangcong doesn't ask or force him.

After careful calculation, unless Qin Fangcong took the initiative to visit the class, or he was eliminated in the first round, they might not see each other for a month or two.

At this moment, the venue was full of voices and discussions, and the director on the stage was still patiently answering the following questions.

But Yang Fengyu was absent-minded, drifting back to a long time ago.

"So," the director finally turned up the volume, "please seize the opportunity and work hard."

Yang Fengyu came back to his senses, took out his mobile phone, and sent a voice message to Qin Fangcong amidst the noisy conversation.

"When you come to West City on a business trip, shall I treat you to dinner?"

After sending it, I felt a little deliberate, and added: "Nothing else, just talked about it for a long time, let's keep my promise."

He dragged the box out of the stadium alone, looked up at the sky, the night sky was cloudless, only a few scattered stars.

The phone vibrated twice, it was Qin Fangcong's voice.

"Miss me?"

Normally, Yang Fengyu would have scolded back.

But at this time, in a strange city and a strange place, the moment when dreams are within reach.

Yang Fengyu responded in his heart.

miss you.