What's wrong with rapper being 0!

After all the instructors were seated, the director continued: "In addition, we specially invited a top musician, Mr. Sapling, for some special reasons, he will participate in the recording of the program through a video connection."

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was full of discussions.

A video image appeared on the screen, Yang Fengyu looked up, and the background opposite seemed to be in the recording studio of the hotel.

A man was sitting at the table, wearing a casual black T, with broad shoulders, and looked tall, but the brim of his hat was so low that his face could not be seen.

Yang Fengyu immediately felt a little familiar, and frowned a few more times, waiting for him to speak.

The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers, but the voice he spoke was specially processed, and his voice was obviously changed, "This is Sapling, everyone, please work hard, happy cooperation."

Yang Fengyu was still staring at that person hard, wishing to make a hole, and at the same time heard the director say: "Due to some personal reasons, it is inconvenient for Mr. Sapling to show up during the recording of the program, but he will serve as your music producer and music director. Participate in the whole process."

"You are really a fan of Teacher Sapling, you are so stupid." Cheng Ying on the side joked.

Only then did Yang Fengyu come back to his senses, and couldn't help but look again.

Sapling, small sapling, small tree, sapling.

It's just... hard not to connect.

It's just that Yang Fengyu doesn't have extra time to think, and the stage is about to officially begin.

According to the director, the purpose of the initial stage is to set a style for them, and the subsequent process is to break through the restrictions of a certain fixed style and break habits.

Stepping out of the comfort zone is an afterthought. Yang Fengyu just wanted to do a good job on each stage first, so he chose one of his favorite songs.

Yang Fengyu came to the stage in the middle, immersed in Sapling's sharp comments, and the strange familiarity in his heart became more and more obvious.

It's very similar to Qin Fangcong, but his tone is colder, straight to the point, and merciless.

Yang Fengyu even wanted to send him a wechat message, but the camera was on, and playing with the phone carelessly would not affect the effect.

Before stepping onto the stage, he looked up at the screen above again, but still couldn't see the other party's face.

Can you really see it like this?

Yang Fengyu stood still in the center of the stage, a thin layer of sweat dripped from the hand holding the microphone, and couldn't help but look up again.

"Please ask TAX Yes to bring us "Just Want to Diss"."

Hearing this, Sapling finally raised his head slightly, but Yang Fengyu panicked for no reason, clenched the microphone tightly, lowered his head and looked away.

Appropriate excitement helps to complete the stage, Yang Fengyu knows this, so when the strong drumbeat of the accompaniment sounded, he almost recovered his state instantly, lowered his voice and began to sing.

From the accompaniment to the lyrics, this song was very aggressive, and it was in great contrast to Yang Fengyu's appearance. When he opened his mouth, the audience and the instructor were stunned for a few seconds, and then they began to shake with the rhythm.

This time, he did not forget his words. The familiar style made Yang Fengyu feel like a fish in water, and he was very relaxed on stage. He even went to interact with the instructor, just like his own livehouse.

It's a pity that you can't sprinkle water.

After singing for just three to four minutes, he was sweating profusely. After the music stopped, Yang Fengyu's first reaction was to look up at Sapling.

Still couldn't see his face, but he could see the slightly raised corners of his lips, and the slender and bony fingers resting on his lips.

This sense of familiarity is really... very wrong.

Several instructors commented first, and they all said the same thing, who didn't expect him to have such a style, they were basically compliments.

When it was Sapling's turn to speak last, Yang Fengyu stared straight at him, wishing to see his face through the peaked cap.

"I don't think I need to define the style. You have a strong personal style, and your stage performance is also perfect. I just have a question, why did you choose the hardcore rap style? In the current environment, hardcore It’s not very acceptable to the outside world.”

The other party turned on the voice changer, but Yang Fengyu couldn't hear the tone. After hearing this question, he thought about it for two seconds and answered obediently: "I make music to express myself, not to please others. According to the current state, I think it can best express myself. It’s that style of thought and feeling.”

"Then if your thoughts and feelings change in the future, will you try to change your style? For example, melodic rap."

Yang Fengyu was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

There is actually no deep-seated reason for not doing melody rap, it's simply that Yang Fengyu doesn't want to.

Not willing to show their sensibility, and have no desire to express emotion through melody.

Apart from the only publicly released "Private Romance", it is the first song written by Yang Fengyu in this circle, and it is written for his future partner.

And he has never sung this song, and some people even questioned that he is tone deaf, so he keeps singing hardcore.

Yang Fengyu's reluctance doesn't mean he can't do well.

In the end, Yang Fengyu was unsurprisingly classified as hardcore. Sapling, who has been saving words like gold since the beginning of the program recording, spoke again for the first time: "Looking forward to your performance in the future."

Yang Fengyu froze.

The sinking ending and tone became more and more familiar to Yang Fengyu, and he stared at the screen suspiciously after stepping off the stage.

Qin Fangcong's arrangement style is not fixed, and Sapling is based on this changeable style.Qin Fangcong happened to come to Xicheng on a business trip this week, and happened to be staying at that hotel.

There are so many coincidences in this world.

Gotta find a way to try it out.

Just during the intermission, Yang Fengyu shrank to a corner out of the camera's reach, took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Qin Fangcong.

[Yeah yeah: My first stage is over! ]

[Yeah yeah: Isn't it awesome? ]

no reply.

Yang Fengyu turned his head to look at the screen, but the screen turned black.

With Qin Fangcong's sullen and black-bellied personality, even if it was really Sapling, he wouldn't tell him, and just waited to sneak a peek at him for fun!

Yang Fengyu was still thinking about how to probe, when Qin Fangcong suddenly made a WeChat call, Yang Fengyu was so scared that he almost threw the phone out, and answered in a hurry: "Hello?"

"Finished recording?"

"Not yet, intermission." Yang Fengyu coughed lightly, his brain spinning rapidly.

Opposite is a wolf with a big tail. It is definitely not good to ask directly. It is a ghost to tell him.

Yang Fengyu directly gave up on getting straight to the point, and said two words lightly: "What about you?"

"Busy."

Well, he knew it.

"It's only halfway through now, and it's estimated to be recorded until eleven o'clock. If it's too late, why don't you go to have a barbecue another day, and you go back early to rest."

The other side was silent for two seconds before saying, "Are you sure you have time later?"

Now it was Yang Fengyu's turn to have a headache. After the show officially started recording, it would only receive more and more attention. Running out to barbecue and drink in the middle of the night not only hurt his throat, but also seemed to have a bad effect.

And if Qin Fangcong is really Sapling, then he...

This is not the back door.

Yang Fengyu's cheeks became hot, and he felt that even if he tested it, he couldn't pierce it.

"Then...then I'll go find you?"

"No, I'll wait for you at the gate of the stadium after it's over."

Yang Fengyu hung up the phone dumbly.

Sapling can't always use the voice changer. When the time comes to officially start recording songs, he will definitely not be able to hide it. Is it because I don't tell him now...to avoid suspicion?

Yang Fengyu coaxed himself better and continued to listen to the second half.

It happened that the rapper who pissed off Yang Fengyu before came on stage. He was tall and thick, and his arms were full of tattoos that would be coded after the broadcast. AKA, he was like a big brother in society, called Zhaolong.

The public's stereotype of rap is probably like this.

Zhaolong's style is similar to Yang Fengyu's, almost one in front of the other, but the arrangement and atmosphere of the flow are much worse than Yang Fengyu's, and even the most basic sense of hearing is not good.

All the instructors looked serious, and the audience who had just been warmed up by Yang Fengyu also cooled down.

Yang Fengyu looked at the stage expressionlessly, and the other party stood still in the center with his head raised, still looking confident.

The words of several instructors were very euphemistic, but when it was Sapling's turn, his tone became extremely serious, and he said: "I heard that you call yourself og, but I only see it as old."

"Your overall style, arrangement, and rhyming lyrics don't sound like a person who has been rapping for seven or eight years. It doesn't matter how long you have been making music. If you have been stubborn for so many years, take your shallow If knowledge is regarded as the standard, then you will only stand still."

In just a few words, Zhaolong's face turned green.

Everyone present basically knew about the skirmish between Zhaolong and Yang Fengyu. After hearing what Sapling said, they all cast their gazes at him.

"Cough..." Yang Fengyu coughed softly, "What are you looking at me for?"

Cheng Ying smiled: "Isn't this slapping him in the face in public? It's a pity that the beef before was not recorded, otherwise his face would be swollen."

"Yes, but how did Teacher Sapling know?"

"The staff said it? It's not right. There seemed to be no staff at the time, so I don't understand."

"Is it such a big deal? Yash, are you okay, did the staff look for you?" Cheng Ying asked again.

"Nope." Yang Fengyu's face remained normal, "What can be the matter."

The possibility of a staff member telling Sapling could not be ruled out, but Yang Fengyu felt that there was something wrong with him, so he stared at the big screen with raised eyebrows.

How Sapling knew is hard to say, but Yang Fengyu told Qin Fangcong himself.

old fox.

It was already 11:30 when Yang Fengyu finished recording the show, and he and Qin Fangcong also made an appointment at this point. They originally planned to rush out as soon as the show ended, but they were stopped by Epic people as soon as they took a step.

"Coconut, do you want to drink together?"

This is a good opportunity for friendship. Yang Fengyu actually wanted to go, but hesitated for a second, looked up at the big screen that had been blacked out, and refused.

"My brother came to pick me up, he won't let me drink."

Those people didn't force it, except Cheng Ying's expression was a little surprised.He had heard Cheng Wen say that Yang Fengyu was not easy to manage, and he was rebellious one by one, but he didn't expect to listen to anyone like that.

"Aren't you disobedient?" Cheng Ying asked casually.

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, his face turned hot, he didn't know how to explain it, so he left after making a fool of himself.

Cheng Ying stared at his back, smacked his lips, "He's pretty cute, isn't he?"

"Yo, interested, brother Ying?"

Cheng Ying didn't deny or admit it, but said to others: "Let's go, everyone performed well today, let's drink to celebrate."

Yang Fengyu trotted all the way to the entrance of the arena, and saw that straight figure in the dim night from a distance, tall and leggy, wide shoulders and narrow waist, so eye-catching.

Yang Fengyu's heart beat faster, but the steps under his feet slowed down a little, and he felt a little puzzled.

The hotel is at least a 10-minute walk from here. If Qin Fangcong is really Sapling, how could he come here so quickly?

Qin Fangcong certainly can't fly, and he doesn't have a car. Could it be that he guessed wrong?

Just wondering, Qin Fangcong suddenly raised his head, met his gaze, and raised a hand to beckon him.

Yang Fengyu really felt that this action really wanted to call a puppy, but when his mind turned the corner, he had already run towards Qin Fangcong.

"How did you get here so soon?"

Qin Fangcong was slightly taken aback, raised his hand and quickly rubbed the back of his head, "Let's go."

Yang Fengyu didn't ask any further questions, but lowered his head and patted the back of his head, inexplicably feeling a little shy, seeing that Qin Fangcong had already walked a few steps away.

His hands hang down by his sides, and he looks very good-looking, since he was a child.

Yang Fengyu moved faster than his mind again, and grabbed Qin Fangcong's hand hanging by his side.

His hand was a circle smaller than Qin Fangcong's, and he worked hard to put the four fingers in the palm of his hand firmly, and it took a few seconds to feel the man's calloused fingertips.

What followed was Yang Fengyu's reflex arc.