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The recording in the afternoon was just an intermediate process, so there was only one traffic singer in the judges, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

The rules of grouping are very simple. There are six groups in total, two-two confrontation, each group has a maximum of seven people, and the accompaniment can be freely selected according to the performance of the first performance, until the number is full.

Yang Fengyu was the first one. After listening to all the accompaniments, he hesitated for a while, and chose a boombap style with strong drum beats. As soon as he passed by, he saw Cheng Ying who also chose this accompaniment.

"Yo, what a coincidence."

Yang Fengyu exchanged fists with him, took a sign and sat down, "What kind of song do you want to make?"

Cheng Ying smiled, "Why are you so impatient, wait for everyone to come first."

This accompaniment style is very prominent, so it is very popular for rappers who sing hardcore, and it will be full soon.

Fortunately, those few people who were difficult to deal with with Yang Fengyu were not there, otherwise it would be another bloodbath.

After the groups are divided, the barrier curtain is lowered.

The first official performance has a high degree of freedom. The only requirement is not to change the accompaniment, and the rest is not limited to the theme or content.

Yang Fengyu's group decided without much discussion to make bombs, and to create a style of bombing.

They discussed until the end of the recording, and people left one after another, leaving only Cheng Ying as the captain, and Yang Fengyu who had not thought about the details.

"The diss of seven people can only be cypher, the accompaniment is only 4 minutes, and the drums are three and a half minutes."

Yang Fengyu got to the beginning part, and the more he thought about it, the more headache he got.

It's not difficult to make an explosion, but the difficulty is to create new ideas, and a simple explosion without a stalk is meaningless.

Cheng Ying: "Okay, if you can't find an idea, you can think about it tomorrow. There are still two days to hand in the first draft of the lyrics. By then, the producer will come, and Teacher Sapling will come too. What are you afraid of?"

When you have no idea, you really shouldn't think hard, Yang Fengyu rubbed his cheeks, "Okay, then we'll stop here today?"

I got up and saw that all the photographers around me had finished their work, half of the lights had been turned off, and all the other teams had dispersed.

"Coconut, go drink? Or go back to the hotel?"

Yang Fengyu thought of Qin Fangcong, "I can't drink anymore, I'll go back to the hotel first."

"Then together?"

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

When I strolled back to the hotel with Qin Fangcong, I just took a walk. The pace was very slow, and the 10-minute journey could take half an hour.But when he was with Cheng Ying, Yang Fengyu obviously didn't have that kind of thought, and he walked like flying.

"Is he really your brother? His own kind?" Cheng Ying asked suddenly.

Yang Fengyu paused, and asked in surprise, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Seeing that his pace slowed down a lot, Cheng Ying smiled, "It's nothing, I just don't think the way you two get along is like brothers. I also have an older brother, and Cheng Wen and I have only been able to fight since we were in elementary school. It won't be so...harmonious."

Yang Fengyu didn't hide much, and couldn't help swallowing when Qin Fangcong was mentioned, "No blood relationship, just brother."

"Oh..." Cheng Ying responded meaningfully, took out a cigarette, and suddenly asked: "You have never been in love, are you really not a boyfriend?"

"What are you talking about?" Yang Fengyu was a little puzzled, "Why did this topic get involved in this matter?"

Cheng Ying raised his eyebrows to look at him, Yang Fengyu coughed lightly, shook his head and continued: "It's not a boyfriend! I haven't talked about it yet, what's wrong?"

"No wonder, you don't know your sexual orientation, do you?"

Yang Fengyu frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

He could feel that Cheng Ying was bringing the topic to Qin Fangcong, but for some reason, Yang Fengyu didn't want Qin Fangcong to become a talking point in others' mouths, so his attitude was not very good.

"I used to think that I was a straight man, after all, it's just that I haven't met the person I like."

Seeing that the two had reached the hotel entrance, Cheng Ying saw a tall figure standing at the entrance from a distance, stopped and said with a smile: "Junior high school students are not as dull as you, so cute."

"Fuck, don't be so gay to me." Yang Fengyu heard the meaning in his words, with mixed feelings in his heart, and his brows frowned even tighter, "I'm not interested in men."

Cheng Ying patted Yang Fengyu's shoulder, and whispered into his ear earnestly, "It has nothing to do with gender, straight or not, the important thing is the person. You can see how you feel about your brother."

Yang Fengyu was stunned, and almost instantly understood the meaning behind what he said, his eyes flickered: "Grass, you fucking..."

Just as he was about to output, he heard a crisp finger snap a few meters away.

Yang Fengyu followed the sound and looked over. Ten meters away, Qin Fangcong, who was dressed in black, was standing by the hotel gate, staring at them with an unclear expression.

He and Qin Fangcong made an appointment to meet downstairs in the hotel, and they went to have dinner together while it was still early, so they almost forgot about it.

Facing his indifferent gaze, Yang Fengyu's heart beat faster, panicked for no reason, and quickly looked away, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"If you're really not interested in him, would you consider me?" Cheng Ying stopped and said solemnly, "I'm quite interested in you."

"You..." Yang Fengyu looked at him in astonishment, "Are you crazy? I'm not interested in other men."

The meaning of this other man is obvious, and Cheng Ying has achieved his goal. Just as he was about to say that he was joking, he saw a tall figure approaching from the corner of his eye. Just kidding, I have no other thoughts about you."

"you……"

"Yang Fengyu."

Qin Fangcong's voice sounded, Yang Fengyu froze, looking back, he was already striding towards this side.

Yang Fengyu subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and while walking towards Qin Fangcong, he turned his head and said to Cheng Ying, "I won't tell you anymore! Tomorrow is old time."

"Wait," Cheng Ying called to stop Yang Fengyu, "I'm really joking, don't take it seriously, I'm really kidding you."

Yang Fengyu couldn't help giving him a white look, "I know, you'd better be."

The recording ended early today, and they made an appointment to eat hot pot in the evening, and Yang Fengyu paid the bill.

What Cheng Ying said lingered in his mind, and the strangeness that he had deliberately ignored was magnified countless times. When Qin Fangcong's palm fell on top of his head, he even subconsciously hid.

In the dark night, Qin Fangcong couldn't see Yang Fengyu's blushing face clearly, but felt that his dodging movements were a bit weird, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"No, I didn't talk about anything, I just talked about the theme of writing songs."

Qin Fangcong's expression changed slightly, as if a little helpless, "I didn't ask you what you were talking about."

Only then did Yang Fengyu come to his senses, he hesitated a few words and kept avoiding his eyes, "Ah, I'm fine!"

Dumbness is dullness, Yang Fengyu is not a fool.

From the first time he went up to hold Qin Fangcong's hand, he realized that something was wrong with him.

No matter where, as long as there is Qin Fangcong, even if there is no physical contact, he will feel this way.

If I had to describe it, it would be that I even subconsciously relaxed my breathing. This feeling started shortly after meeting Qin Fangcong, and had been intentionally or unintentionally ignored by Yang Fengyu, but it was suddenly magnified countless times by a small movement.

Originally, Yang Fengyu was just pretending to be stupid, but now he really pretended that he didn't know how to pretend.

If you like it, you just like it, the kind that you can't pretend.

The two sat down in the Haidilao shop, and the surrounding environment was a bit noisy, Yang Fengyu said suddenly: "He said he likes men."

The waiter was about to speak, but when he heard this sentence, he quickly shut up and gestured for them to order.

Qin Fangcong patted the place next to him, "Come here."

"Oh……"

Yang Fengyu obediently leaned over to order food with him on the same mobile phone.He didn't know whether Qin Fangcong heard the words just now, he was absent-minded.

"He likes men, what does that have to do with you?"

"Ah??" Yang Fengyu was staring at the shrimp on the screen in a daze, and was caught off guard when he heard this sentence, "Yes, it has nothing to do with me."

He actually wanted to test Qin Fangcong's attitude, but obviously failed.

"What did you just say?" Qin Fangcong asked again, his face darker than before.

Yang Fengyu's heart was ringing with alarm bells, and he quickly organized words in his mind, ambiguously saying: "It's nothing, he was talking to me, just... this topic came up for no reason."

Qin Fangcong took a deep look at him, as if to confirm the authenticity of the words, "If he wants to mess up, just tell me, and I will deal with him."

Yang Fengyu laughed out loud, the feeling was almost the same as when he was a child, but with a slight sour taste, "How can you mess around, he was joking with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Fangcong patted his head gently.

Yang Fengyu stared at his tall nose bridge, which slid all the way to the sharp and beautiful lip line, and couldn't help swallowing, "Brother, have you ever been in love?"

Qin Fangcong turned his head to look at him, Yang Fengyu shrunk subconsciously, tilted his head and smiled flatteringly, "I'm just curious, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

"No." Qin Fangcong handed the phone to Yang Fengyu, "Let's see what else to eat."

"Really?" Yang Fengyu blurted out, wishing to slap himself after finishing speaking, and glanced at it hastily, "That's it! It's pretty good."

"What about you?" Qin Fangcong turned to ask, "Have you talked about it?"

Yang Fengyu shook his head honestly: "Do I look like I've been in love before?"

"Not like."

"It's not like you either," Yang Fengyu said, "It's not like you haven't talked about it before."

Qin Fangcong chuckled, "I don't think so."

Yang Fengyu's eyes flickered, and he took a sip of sour plum soup to cover up.

Although their hometown is in the southwest region, they eat spicy food very much, so they ordered a spicy butter soup base.

After eating, there was no time to talk about love affairs. The two of them chatted one after another, chatting about things from childhood to the days after Qin Fangcong went abroad, and finally turned into accusing Yang Wei.

Qin Fangcong didn't talk much, most of the time Yang Fengyu was talking about it alone, occasionally Qin Fangcong would echo a few words.

After eating for a while, Yang Fengyu's lips were flushed red by the spicy food, and they were still glistening. He stared at Qin Fangcong who was opposite him and licked his lower lip.

"What?"

"I want to drink." Yang Fengyu stared at him eagerly, seeing that Qin Fangcong was about to refuse, he quickly said, "I won't go to class tomorrow, so I can drink!"

Some things were too complicated for him to think about.

"Just one bottle, don't drink too much, okay?" Yang Fengyu raised a finger, his lips were drawn into a thin line, and his eyes were still shining.

Qin Fangcong was displeased by him, and was about to agree, when Yang Fengyu said again: "With you here, nothing will happen to me!"

"Why are you so disobedient?" Qin Fangcong said solemnly, "Call me."

His voice was several degrees lower than the surrounding environment, and it slipped into Yang Fengyu's ears.

Yang Fengyu was startled, his face turned red.

Why does this sound strange.