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Yang Fengyu was stunned for two seconds, "Are you going to visit the class?"

The other party was silent for two seconds: "Can you?"

"Should... okay? I'll ask tomorrow. Let's go to barbecue after the end. I invite you."

Qin Fangcong smiled lightly and quickly, "Okay."

Yang Fengyu walked quickly, and soon returned to the hotel, just in time to run into a few rappers who came back after drinking, and a few people from Epic were also there.

He got along relatively well with these people, Yang Fengyu nodded to them, and said to Qin Fangcong, "I'm here."

"Okay, hang up."

"Then...bye."

"Good night."

Yang Fengyu's face became hot, he hung up the phone, and when he looked up, he found that the expressions of those people were different.

"How about chatting with your girlfriend?"

Yang Fengyu blushed even more: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have a girlfriend."

The other party's expression became even more strange: "Then...boyfriend?"

"No!!" Yang Fengyu's ears turned red, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, if you say no, you won't, go and go back to sleep."

"By the way, Yes," one of them stopped Yang Fengyu, "don't take what the ogs said today, they think they're the real dark fears, and that's how the prejudice of passers-by comes from."

The rest of the people followed suit.

"My buddy, if we don't agree with each other, let's work hard tomorrow."

Yang Fengyu's mood improved a lot. After returning to the room, he recited the lyrics several times, and finally fell asleep with his back on his back.

There was one last rehearsal the next morning before the official recording.Yang Fengyu got up early in the morning and started reciting the lyrics without even opening his eyes. When he arrived at the venue, he was the first to start the rehearsal.

The executive director is called Zhao Wen, who was also the one who contacted Yang Fengyu at the beginning, seeing that he was so sleepy and still reciting his lyrics, he couldn't help but tease: "Why are you like my son who read and recited ancient Chinese early on, you have nothing to love. "

Yang Fengyu yawned again, "It's quite unlovable, can't you just mute the sound for me, won't you have to change the words in the future?"

"The noise reduction affects the sense of hearing. Isn't it good for you to change it? Just keep it on your back, and there will be no teleprompter then."

Yang Fengyu stood still in the middle of the stage, patted his cheeks with both hands, and made two crisp slaps, "Is Teacher Sapling coming to the first stage?"

"Come on, he is also a judge, but Mr. Sapling doesn't show his face."

"He, he is also a judge?" Yang Fengyu immediately became more energetic, "Then is he a man or a woman, what country is he from, and how old is he?"

Zhao Wen was amused by him: "Did you check the household registration? I haven't seen it before, how would I know! Hurry up, can't auto be turned on?"

"No, not open."

This time Yang Fengyu didn't forget the words again, and he sang very smoothly overall, but the deputy music director in the audience felt that he was not in a good state, "Your song is going to get boring, let go of your state, don't be nervous."

Zhao Wen waved his hand: "Damn, I didn't wake up when I saw it. He will wake up when he sees Teacher Sapling at night."

The deputy director looked disgusted: "What's wrong with being gay?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I was purely worshiping idols, and you made me feel like I had other thoughts."

Zhao Wen laughed, "I didn't say that."

Yang Fengyu sat down at the side after the rehearsal, and a few more scattered people came, some of them smelled of alcohol and were sleepy.

Zhao Wen clicked his tongue a few times, "I said, can you have some competitive spirit, anyway, this is also a competition, can you show some sense of crisis?"

Those rappers laughed and smoothed things over, but Yang Fengyu didn't pay attention to that side. He wanted to send a message to Qin Fangcong, but he was a little embarrassed, so he just checked Weibo with his mobile phone.

In the early morning of this morning, all the staff members of the program team were announced. Yang Fengyu fell asleep and forgot to turn it on. After a little development, he found that private messages exploded, and they all said that he made a fortune silently.

Yang Fengyu clicked on the No. [-] fan group called "Miracle Coconut Makes Big Money", and suddenly found that the group with [-] people was already full, and the people in the group shouted for him to create a new group.

"What's the situation?" Yang Fengyu sent a voice message in, and the fan base instantly exploded.

"If I go, they are all alive?" His fan base used to be less than 1000 people, why did it explode suddenly?

- By this, can you still be a zombie fan if you are not alive?

-Following the microblog of the program group, I feel like a small treasure rapper

- I saw the preview released by the program group, so poke me so poke me!

Yang Fengyu quit the fan group and took a look. It turned out that the program team posted a short self-introduction video recorded two days ago, and sang a quick mouth in it.

-Thanks for the invitation, I wanted to click in to see Dora's, but I didn't expect it to be so popular

- Looking at it all the way, this can be regarded as a handsome rap guy, handsome and top-notch, I fell in love with it

-The ones who are capable are all the sisters in the fan circle, let’s talk about it after the official program comes out

Yang Fengyu scanned the comments with a look of disgust, inexplicably thinking that he should imitate the low-key boss and wear a mask or sunglasses on stage, otherwise everyone's focus would be on his appearance.

It is rare that a few people listened to his songs, and almost all of them were surprised by the contrast in style. Yang Fengyu is good-looking, and the stereotype would think that he would have a softer style, but he turned out to be hardcore.

This is over the top.

Clicking on WeChat, Yang Fengyu saw that Cheng Wen asked him about his situation yesterday, but he was busy reciting his words and didn't see it, so he only had time to reply now, but Cheng Wen called him directly.

"Coconut, I heard that there are a few old fried dough sticks this time. They are not easy to mess with. You should pay attention to yourself. If you have nothing to do, stay away from them. Don't talk to him."

Yang Fengyu was a little surprised: "How do you know? Did Cheng Ying say it?"

After getting along for a few days, I found out that Cheng Ying is Cheng Wen's younger brother, but one is in Lingcheng and the other is in Haicheng, and there is no contact on the surface.

"Yes, the people from his label are okay. But you should also be careful not to get involved on impulse. It's hard to say whether this show has the capital to fish in troubled waters."

"I know, don't worry."

Yang Fengyu responded, and after hanging up the phone, feeling a little bored, he asked Zhao Wen in a low voice: "Director, can we broadcast live now, without spoilers."

"Hey, if you want to broadcast it, don't broadcast it here, go outside, pay attention to the content scale, spoilers will cost you money."

"Don't worry, I understand."

Yang Fengyu put on a cap and earphones, walked to the bench outside the arena, and started the live broadcast.

The popularity broke through [-] at an unprecedented speed, and then there was a barrage of swiping screens.

Yang Fengyu still stared at the screen without speaking, looking a bit absent-minded.

At this point, I don't know if Qin Fangcong set off.

- am i stuck

- You're new here, the anchor doesn't speak every time the broadcast starts.

- What are you doing, coconut boy?

"It's boring," Yang Fengyu said, "I have no one to play with me."

- Baby hair is growing, can I dream of a braid?

- Lai Lianmai

"Okay..." Yang Fengyu was about to agree, when a WeChat message popped up suddenly, it was Qin Fangcong's voice call, Yang Fengyu immediately sat up straight, cleared his throat, "Well, wait a minute."

After speaking, he directly cut off the live broadcast, leaving a bunch of messy netizens on the Internet.

- i started the broadcast, i pretended

- Friends, I seem to hear voice calls

- Something is wrong with Coconut Cub recently, why is his face always red

-It was the same in the last live broadcast, there was a man's voice at that time, good guy, that blushing [Lighting Cigarette][Lighting Cigarette]

- no way no wayNo one will beat our sister, right?

Yang Fengyu didn't know about this, he was a little nervous, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and then pressed answer, pretending to be calm: "Cough...what's wrong?"

"Are the rehearsals over?"

"That's right, I'm the first one. I didn't forget my words today. I'm so awesome."

There was a chuckle on the other side, which made Yang Fengyu's ears itch, "What are you laughing at..."

Qin Fangcong restrained his smile, "Are you still in the stadium?"

"That's right, just now the on-site music director said that I didn't let go too much, and I have to find out about my status later. When will you...about arrive in Xicheng?"

Qin Fangcong raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "Soon."

Just as Yang Fengyu was about to speak, the assistant director's voice came from behind: "Yesi, there's no one at the moment, do you want to come and line up again?"

"Right away!" Yang Fengyu turned around and shouted, a little reluctantly said: "I'm going to rehearsal."

"Go."

"Wait, see you later."

After Yang Fengyu finished speaking, he hung up the phone, patted his slightly flushed cheeks, and trotted back to the stadium.

Cheng Ying had just finished queuing, and asked casually, "Why is your face so red?"

"No, maybe it's a little hot!"

As soon as the adrenaline rose, Yang Fengyu immediately recovered his state. Even if there were only a bunch of stern-faced staff members in the audience, he could raise his hands and lead them to have a high together.

The originally lifeless atmosphere was brought alive by him, several people who were sitting couldn't help standing up, and Yang Fengyu tilted his head a little triumphantly after singing.

Among other things, he is No.1 with atmosphere.

"Director, can we sprinkle water under the stage then?"

"Don't worry, there are other rappers and judges in the audience, take it easy."

Yang Fengyu stepped off the stage with a smile, and walked out holding the phone before he could catch his breath.

At this point, Qin Fangcong should have almost arrived, right?

[Yeah yeah: My rehearsal is over, are you there yet? ]

No reply was received, the sun outside was dazzling, Yang Fengyu was sitting on the bench at the door waiting for the news, and after a while, he met several people from Epic who came out of the rehearsal.

"Shredded coconut, do you want to eat together?"

"Ah, I'm waiting for someone," Yang Fengyu felt a little embarrassed, "I'll eat with him."

"Oh well, by the way, your rehearsal just now turned out really well, you really are a young man, right Brother Ying."

Yang Fengyu chatted with them with a smile, the atmosphere was quite harmonious, and even chatted until the end of the show and the two labels had a friendship.

Until someone suddenly looked towards the door with surprise on his face.

The light in the room was blocked by half, Yang Fengyu looked up, and saw a familiar tall figure standing by the door, his shapely proportions could not be concealed by the shapeless sweatpants.

Yang Fengyu was overjoyed, didn't think much, and started like a cannonball, and ran towards the figure.

Everyone at Epic: ? ? ?

Yang Fengyu ignored it completely, ran into the sun, but didn't stop the car, and was about to bump into Qin Fangcong.He didn't intend to brake anymore, he stretched out his hands, tiptoed slightly, and threw himself directly into Qin Fangcong's arms.

In the next second, Qin Fangcong held his waist tightly, and pinched him gently, with a smile in his tone: "What are you doing, so reckless."

"long time no see!"

Yang Fengyu raised his head, his eyes were slightly bent because of a smile, his tone couldn't hide his excitement, and the remaining word "brother" was too nasty, so he forcibly held back.

It's only been a week since I saw him, and I gave him a bear hug as soon as we met.

Qin Fangcong muffled a smile in his ear, then reached out and rubbed the back of his head.

"good."

People petrified in the shade behind them: ...