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"Do you know what you look like?" Qin Fangcong rubbed the back of his head with his fingertips, Yang Fengyu tilted his head in confusion.

Before Yang Fengyu could answer, Qin Fangcong continued, "Like the Samoyed raised by my mother."

Pounce on people when you see them. Just pounce is not enough, but you have to rub it.

Samoye was obviously not convinced, let go of his arms and withdrew, "You are the dog!"

Qin Fangcong pinched his cheek and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's eat."

A few people from Epic came forward with shoulders and backs, their eyes swiveled between the two, and they coughed a few times with interest. You look at me and I look at you. Finally, Cheng Ying teased: "Boyfriend?"

Yang Fengyu just slapped his head and remembered that someone was still there, his face blushed and his head shook like a rattle: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, it's just a boyfriend, I'm a straight man."

After speaking, Yang Fengyu glanced at Qin Fangcong guiltily, who didn't react much, and stared at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

"They belong to Epic, the managers Cheng Ying, Ray, Cun Cun and Chew." Yang Fengyu introduced to Qin Fangcong, and then said to those people: "This is me...cough...my brother, not a boyfriend ,Do not believe rumors, do not pass rumors."

"Oh—so it's my brother, do you want to have dinner together?" Cheng Ying dragged his voice, his meaning was unclear.

Yang Fengyu blinked at Qin Fangcong and asked for his opinion, the latter looked back without changing his face: "Look at you."

Yang Fengyu looked down and saw his two suitcases, and said without hesitation: "Go and eat, I'll accompany him to put the luggage first."

"Okay, let's go then."

After everyone left, Yang Fengyu touched the tip of his nose and looked down at Qin Fangcong's suitcase: "What are you bringing, why two suitcases?"

Qin Fangcong pushed one of the boxes in front of Yang Fengyu: "It's for you."

"Is it food?" Yang Fengyu asked subconsciously after taking the box, and when he raised his head, he met Qin Fangcong's helpless eyes, and weighed it lightly, but the weight didn't seem too heavy.

"Could it be..." Yang Fengyu was startled, "Did you bring the equipment at home?"

During this week's training camp, there were only two recording studios, and they were often overcrowded. Yang Fengyu had to arrange music in the middle of the night several times, and his efficiency was very low.

"I bought a new set that is light and not expensive."

"Damn it..." Yang Fengyu didn't have time to think about it, he wished he could open it now, and even wanted to kiss Qin Fangcong in excitement, only to realize that this thought was too gay.

"Go back to the hotel first."

The investment in this program was huge, and several floors of a nearby hotel were directly rented out, and each of them was given a room.

On the way, Yang Fengyu found out that Qin Fangcong had also booked in this hotel.It stands to reason that Xicheng is a second-tier city with a large area. Qin Fangcong happened to be here on a business trip, which is a bit too coincidental.

It's just that at the moment Yang Fengyu was full of the new equipment and didn't think about it at all. When Qin Fangcong went to pack his luggage, Yang Fengyu went back to his room and stared at the box nervously.

This feels... like opening a blind box.

Yang Fengyu took a few deep breaths, ran to wash his hands again, opened the suitcase with a reverent gesture, and carefully removed the inflatable bag wrapped outside.

Compared with the top configuration at home, this one is indeed much more convenient, but Yang Fengyu took it out one by one to look at the configuration, and it is not much worse than the one at home.

I don't know how much Qin Fangcong spent.

Yang Fengyu arranged the equipment with a serious face, and suddenly felt that the responsibility on his shoulders was a little heavier.

When Qin Fangcong, who had packed his luggage, opened the door and came in, Yang Fengyu was still staring at the equipment in a daze.

"What's wrong, it doesn't work?"

The familiar voice suddenly brought Yang Fengyu back to his thoughts, and Yang Fengyu immediately shook his head, "No, how could it not be easy to use!"

"Can I go in?"

Yang Fengyu was startled, "Why are you being polite to me, come in."

Qin Fangcong chuckled, and closed the door behind his back, "Don't open the door alone in the hotel, lock it."

"I know, I know, isn't there a baby here?" Yang Fengyu said and pointed to the things on the table.

"Hmm." Qin Fangcong's eyes were still on "Baby", and he found that his expression was not very relaxed, "Don't you like it?"

Yang Fengyu seemed to have heard some big joke, "Fuck, how could I not like it! I like it to death!"

Qin Fangcong didn't pursue him for swearing, but asked again: "Then what's wrong?"

Sure enough, Qin Fangcong couldn't hide the strangeness from Qin Fangcong's eyes, Yang Fengyu sighed softly, pulled the stool and sat down, pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, I just feel that I need to behave well."

For himself, and for Qin Fangcong's unconditional support and expectations for him all the time.

However, Qin Fangcong seemed to see through his heart at a glance, walked to Yang Fengyu, put one hand on the table, and said in a casual tone, "Why, are you worried that you won't be able to pay back the money?"

Before Yang Fengyu could answer, Qin Fangcong scratched his nose, "Take your time if you can't afford it. You won't be charged interest. If you can't afford it, you can sell yourself. I don't mind."

Yang Fengyu knew that he was teasing him, so he couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, "You have a good idea!"

"Miao Miao," Qin Fangcong's tone changed abruptly, and most of the teasing was removed, "Don't feel pressured by these things."

Yang Fengyu was startled, and just as he looked up at him, a warm hand covered his head.

"You just need to live up to yourself. Others' expectations of you are not that important. I don't mean anything else by giving you this. I just hope to help you, not to bring you pressure."

A trace of heat came from Qin Fangcong's palm, all the way to the bottom of Yang Fengyu's heart.

"I know." Yang Fengyu looked up at him, and his palm slightly touched Yang Fengyu's forehead, "What other people think is not that important to me, but you are not someone else."

When Yang Fengyu said this, his big eyes lit up, staring at Qin Fangcong intently.

The latter's breathing stopped imperceptibly for two seconds, and he gently rubbed his slightly elongated hair, inexplicably thinking to tease him, "Then who am I?"

"You..." Yang Fengyu grabbed his wrist and pulled it down, "You asked the question knowingly!"

Qin Fangcong was held by him, bent his wrist, and tapped twice on his slender wrist bone, "Isn't it your name, dare you to call it?"

"That was called when I was a child! Can it be the same!" Yang Fengyu blushed, and quickly let go of Qin Fangcong's hand, but the touch still remained on the wrist.

"Miao Miao."

The two words were light and quick, with a pleasant ending, Yang Fengyu's face turned red, "What are you doing!"

Qin Fangcong didn't change his face, "I dare to call you."

"How old am I!" Yang Fengyu's face flushed, he would rather die, "Go to bed early, you have everything in your dreams."

There are more than 20 people, and they still have to chase after Qin Fangcong's ass and call him brother like they did when they were young. Thinking about it is disgusting.

Yang Fengyu shivered, goose bumps all over his body.

After this commotion, all pressures and burdens were all left behind by Yang Fengyu, leaving only a shy and weird atmosphere.

Considering that the recording officially started in the evening, the two of them randomly found home-cooked food at noon, and Qin Fangcong specifically told the boss to use less oil and less spicy food, and strictly prohibited Yang Fengyu from drinking alcohol.

Although Yang Fengyu didn't say that he wanted to drink at all, he just glanced at the table next to him filled with beer, and was hit on the back of the head by Qin Fangcong, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Fengyu was not convinced, "I, he... I can't even watch it! Are you a little too much?"

Qin Fangcong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Yes, it is useful to have rules.

I used to risk a whole sentence of swearing, but now I know how to swallow half of it back.

"Deduct 25."

"No, why!!"

Qin Fangcong didn't speak, and pushed the steaming dish in front of Yang Fengyu, "Eat."

"Oh..." Yang Fengyu was instantly bribed by the gourmet food, and happily immersed himself in cooking.

Just deduct it, anyway, his brother believes that he will earn it back.

In the afternoon, Yang Fengyu was going to go through the pre-recording process, including makeup interviews and the like.Qin Fangcong also had to busy himself with his own affairs, and disappeared after sending him back to the venue.

The program team really invested a lot, and even hired professional stylists and makeup artists for them.

Yang Fengyu's hair has grown a lot compared to before, a few strands of hair have reached his eyebrows, and his sideburns have grown back. He looks obedient, but he is still far from being able to braid.

"Should I cut it short?" the stylist asked his opinion, holding a razor.

Yang Fengyu stared at himself in the mirror, and shook his head after a while, "No more cuts."

This length is a bit awkward, the stylist hesitated and asked, "Do you want to dye it?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head quickly. He looks rebellious in his behavior and personality. In fact, he usually doesn't smoke, get tattoos or dye his hair. He has a principle in his heart to remind himself not to cross the line.

He is actually very good.

In the end, the stylist only repaired it for him, and tied a few small rubber bands as usual for decoration.Because in terms of Yang Fengyu's appearance, whether he has long hair or short hair, it doesn't affect his appearance.

Yang Fengyu is not used to putting on makeup, relying on his good skin to act recklessly, he was the first to do the styling.

Before the official recording in the afternoon, there was a small interview, followed by the flow of the program.

It was six o'clock soon, and there was no audience on the first stage. Everyone stood around the central stage in twos and threes, waiting for the director to introduce the instructors.

Yang Fengyu had been waiting for Sapling, but after all the five tutors had been introduced, he was still disappointed.

Is it just a name?The kind of remote guidance?

Just as he was thinking about it, the director continued: "And the one who is specially invited to be the chief music director of this season's show——Top producer Mr. Sapling!"

Yang Fengyu stood on tiptoe to look in the direction where the instructor came out, but he didn't see anyone for a long time, thinking that he was not tall enough, so he jumped up and didn't see anyone.

Seeing this, Cheng Ying said, "Don't get excited, don't get excited, no one has come out yet."

Yang Fengyu let out an "oh" and continued to stare intently.

"Yasi, are you a fan of Mr. Sapling? The accompaniment to your songs is basically Sapling's. It's expensive, isn't it a die-hard fan?" Ray asked suddenly.

Yang Fengyu said frankly, "That's right."

"The first time I heard the beat of your new song, I thought it belonged to Mr. Sapling. It has a unique feeling that is difficult to copy."

Yang Fengyu shook his head, "That's different. Teacher Sapling's accompaniment is very expensive and worth it. Mine may not sell for much, but..."

Thinking of Qin Fangcong, Yang Fengyu tilted his head, with a little complacency in his tone.

It was written by him and Qin Fangcong together.

"That's my baby, no amount of money can buy it."