What's wrong with rapper being 0!

For the next week, Yang Fengyu devoted himself to the training camp.

On the first day, all the rappers, including Yang Fengyu, were looking forward to meeting their mentors and producers, but they only found a dedicated vocal teacher and composition teacher.

It would be a lie to say that they are not disappointed, the program team told them that these talents will come after the official recording, but as time goes by, Yang Fengyu's expectations are also increasing day by day.

Occasionally, Yang Fengyu would send the accompaniment he made in class to Qin Fangcong. The latter would not do it, but would call him to tell him where he could change it. Yang Fengyu would obediently change it until Qin Fangcong said it could be sold.

It was peaceful until the rehearsal on the day before the official recording.

He was one of the first few to go up, did not sing new songs, did not add any effects and reverb, only the most original and carefree drum beats.

It's just that the lyrics have been changed a lot to pass the review, and Yang Fengyu is a purebred science student, and he had a big head before he went on stage.

Many people waiting in the audience put down their phones and raised their heads when they heard Yang Fengyu speak up.

"I lost it, didn't you see that he has this style?"

"This flow is awesome."

Cheng Ying shook his head: "This word has been changed, and it has less meaning."

"Have you heard his song?"

"I've heard, he's only twenty, he's been rapping for less than a year, he's a kid with great potential."

As soon as Cheng Ying finished speaking, Yang Fengyu forgot the words.

"I don't think it's so powerful... Isn't it just that it looks a little better?" Someone on the side objected.

Rappers with rich stage experience who forget their words can forcefully come back, but Yang Fengyu has no precedent for forgetting words, and the rhythm of the second half is completely messed up.

After Yang Fengyu left the stage, he was a little annoyed. Although it was a rehearsal, he was frustrated and at a loss because he couldn't handle the stage accident at all, so he found a corner to huddle by himself.

If you don't panic, the rhythm can be pulled back.

Just as he was replaying, the person next to him suddenly sneered at him: "Fantasy."

This voice was not afraid of Yang Fengyu hearing it at all, and the surrounding people also laughed maliciously. Yang Fengyu looked over with a cold face, they were some "real rappers" who thought they were playing underground.

The other party got up by relying on underground competitions, and their playing and singing are not very clean. This kind of rapper is incompatible with Yang Fengyu, who is on the ground, and there is a big chain of contempt.

One side feels dirty, the other feels pretentious.

Yang Fengyu leaned back in his chair and turned his head to look at them. The other party was still smoking a cigarette, with his legs crossed, and looked back contemptuously, "I'm not convinced, little brother, like you, it's more suitable to go out and turn left to participate in the draft. It’s only good looks there, here it’s about strength.”

It was his mistake in the first place, Yang Fengyu didn't intend to reply, but after hearing this sentence, he couldn't help it, and replied with a cold snort: "That's right, there is no way for someone like you to go to the draft, and you can only rely on your strength." gone."

During this period of time, he always stayed with Qin Fangcong, and Yang Fengyu's fuse was stretched a lot, and the firecrackers had to be yin and yang before they exploded.

The man slapped the seat next to him, "Can you fucking talk?"

In contrast, Yang Fengyu was lazier, "I can't compare to you og, I never forgot my words when I battled with others, it's all about tricks."

Orthodox street battles generally require pure freestyle, but a small number of battleMCs don't have this kind of strength. The few in front of them are just weird clichés.

As soon as Yang Fengyu said this, the other party immediately became angry with embarrassment, "You are so crazy at a young age? Don't you know the rules?"

"Forgetting the words on stage is because I did not do well. If you scold me, I will admit it. You first rise to attack on appearance and strength. If you can't scold others, you will become angry from embarrassment. You are still a battleMC. Do you want to lose face, senior?"

The man spat angrily, "Grass, just like you, go and make your vase as soon as possible, you can't walk the road of rapping."

Yang Fengyu just stuck the bag strap on his shoulder, exerted all his strength, looked down at the man, and said in a bad tone, "If you really want to find trouble, if you really have the ability, write a song and diss me if you have the guts, I'm not afraid. Don't worry. Fucking lip service here, I'm ashamed for you."

After Yang Fengyu finished speaking, he took his bag and left, followed by different eyes, which made him a little upset.

After leaving the noisy stadium, Yang Fengyu didn't go back, just walked aimlessly along the street, and finally stopped by a dim street lamp.

Xicheng was a completely unfamiliar city to him, and it could be said that he was unaccompanied. He didn't feel that much before, but the feeling of being alone and unaccompanied suddenly came over his face.

Thinking about staying here for another month, those "realrappers" have their own thoughts, Yang Fengyu really feels a little uncomfortable.

No matter how good the relationship is, he has always been unwilling to pour bitterness on others, he can digest what he can digest by himself, and if he can't digest it, he will emo for a short time, and then write it into the song, and the next day he will still be a good guy.

But tomorrow is the official recording, Yang Fengyu knows that emo is not allowed now, otherwise he will definitely go for a round tour.

Thinking so, the mentality can't be broken at all.Yang Fengyu sat on the side of the road, huddled against the street lamp, and looked at the small ball from a distance, and couldn't see it unless he was not careful.

The evening wind was hot and dry, but Yang Fengyu's heart felt cool.

Partly because of frequent mistakes in rehearsals, partly because of doubts about his appearance and strength, and partly because of some messy emotions.

Yang Fengyu wanted to drink very much, but when he drank, he became sleepy, just like what Qin Fangcong said, if he drank too much here, he might be betrayed without knowing it.

After all, there is no such thing as Qin Fangcong who has tried everything.

Grass, Yang Fengyu has tried very hard to control himself not to think about him, but after a long circle, he still can't bypass Qin Fangcong.

Yang Fengyu sighed, and had to face his own heart

——It would be great if Qin Fangcong was here at this time, at least someone would carry him home.

He seems to be too dependent on Qin Fangcong, which is not good.

I thought so, but my fingers accidentally opened the chat box with Qin Fangcong, swiped twice, basically it was all voice calls, like a young couple in a different place, it was really embarrassing to watch.

Especially when I was in an arrangement class, it was like hours of phone calls at every turn.

He didn't chat much when he didn't take the arrangement class, and Yang Fengyu called him almost every time.

While scanning, a voice call invitation pops up.

Yang Fengyu shook his hand, and accidentally clicked hang up.

Qin Fangcong quickly sent a question mark over, asking him if the rehearsal was over.

Only then did Yang Fengyu remember that she had talked to him about today's rehearsal yesterday, and called back without connecting her earphones.

"How about it?"

A familiar voice sounded, Yang Fengyu sniffed, his eyes were slightly moist, and after a long time he said, "It's pretty good."

Maybe because he heard that his tone was wrong, Qin Fangcong tentatively called, "Yang Fengyu?"

"What are you doing!" Yang Fengyu wiped his eyes fiercely, before Qin Fangcong asked, he said, "I'm fine!"

The sound of a whistle came from the street, and it reached Qin Fangcong's ears along the receiver, "Haven't you returned to the hotel yet?"

Yang Fengyu took down the phone to check the time, it was 10:30, put it back to his ear, and replied muffledly: "Yes."

"What's wrong?" Qin Fangcong said softly, "Someone bullied you?"

"No—" Yang Fengyu buried his face in his knees.

"Miao Miao, what's the matter?"

Qin Fangcong's magnetic voice made Yang Fengyu a little overwhelmed. He sighed lightly and confessed everything: "I forgot my words during the rehearsal, and the rhythm was all messed up afterwards. When I stepped down, I was said to be a show of my face."

Without waiting for Qin Fangcong to express his opinion, Yang Fengyu took the initiative to make amends: "But I went back, his face turned green with anger, and what about battleMC, he wouldn't even fart in a real battle, stupid ass."

When swearing, there is a nasal sound, just like being coquettish.

It was rare for Qin Fangcong not to teach him swearing, but instead he let out a muffled laugh, "Are you so powerful?"

This tone was like teasing a child, Yang Fengyu's face became hot, "What's so amazing about this."

"I changed the words yesterday. It's normal to forget the words. Recite it before going to bed today, and recite it before going on stage after getting up tomorrow. Don't be nervous, it's okay."

"Anyone with eyes can see your strength. You don't need to listen to those who are blind and deaf. People with prejudices will not look at the facts even if they put them in front of them."

Yang Fengyu didn't speak, just stared at his fingers.

"If you can't remember the words, repeat them a few more times. Don't be confused. Even if you forget, don't panic. Just find the rhythm."

Yang Fengyu's red eyes finally revealed some smiles, and he nodded obediently following Qin Fangcong's words.

"The first stage is important, but it's not that important. We don't eliminate people, we only decide the first impression. Don't panic."

Yang Fengyu was in a much more relaxed mood, but at the same time felt that Qin Fangcong was really like a parent sending a child to the college entrance examination.

"I know," Yang Fengyu replied, "I don't know when this show will be broadcast. To be honest, I feel a little homesick. Is this what it's like to work hard in a foreign land? It's not easy for the old man."

"Want to accompany you?"

Qin Fangcong asked suddenly, Yang Fengyu was a little puzzled, and was immediately amused by him, "When the time comes to live in the place arranged by the program group, how can you accompany me?"

Qin Fangcong didn't respond, but just urged him to go back quickly.

Yang Fengyu made a mistake, and his tone suddenly lost a bit: "Are you going to die?"

"Wait for you to go back first."

"Okay!" Yang Fengyu was amused, and his footsteps were a little brisk, "After all, are you coming to Xicheng for a business trip soon?"

"Well, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, I may not be able to invite you to dinner tomorrow. The recording of the first stage will start at six o'clock in the evening. I don't know when it will end."

"It's okay, let's talk when it's over."

"It's a good thing that we didn't start the recording during the quarrel today, otherwise I would have been maliciously edited according to the routine of the previous program." Yang Fengyu patted his chest with lingering fear, "But I really can't help it, how can a person be so beating ?”

"No," Qin Fangcong closed the suitcase, "They dare not."

"Really?" Yang Fengyu didn't know why his tone was so firm, "I always feel that there will be beef in the future, with a big head."

"It's okay for you to be reasonable, don't scold people, or you will be silenced."

"Oh... how do you know so well?"

"you guess."

Qin Fangcong carried two boxes out of the room, one of which was the equipment he was going to bring to Yang Fengyu, and asked casually, "Is there anything else I need to bring at home, I'll bring it for you."

"There should be nothing at home, I have brought all my things." Yang Fengyu continued, and only after speaking did he feel that something was not quite right.

He had never called the place shared by Hetian Yuyang his home before, but now that he is living under the fence, it is so easy to say.

"Miao Miao."

"Ok?"

"See you tomorrow."