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Qin Fangcong's protruding Adam's apple slid up and down, and his eyes were darker than before, as if he wanted to say something.

Yang Fengyu stared at his thin lips, expecting him to ask why he suddenly fell in love with him, maybe he would reveal everything on impulse, but Qin Fangcong just responded lightly.

"Children's temper."

Qin Fangcong concluded.

"I'm not!" Yang Fengyu's voice dragged out, and his gaze fell on Qin Fangcong like a torch, "I'm not a whim, I like it very seriously, really."

Is the implication of this statement obvious enough?After Yang Fengyu finished speaking, he began to feel guilty, especially when he looked back at Shangqin Fangcong, he subconsciously licked his lower lip, his heart beating fast.

Qin Fangcong's expression was a little serious. He patted him on the shoulder after hearing this, and said with a bit of earnestness: "Then study hard and sing well."

Yang Fengyu felt like getting an electric shock when he slapped him. He drank a sip of water to calm down and nodded to Qin Fangcong after calming down: "Let's get started! I'm ready."

If it is said that the hard core highlights the more intense style such as heavy drums or fast rhythm, then the melody pays more attention to the sense of hearing and pitch. Yang Fengyu's pitch is very good, and he can hum along with the rough accompaniment he knocks out.

He is a mid-bass, and he can sing hardcore with his voice pressed down, but it is a little difficult for him to sing too high.Qin Fangcong originally wanted to loosen his throat as he did in the previous recording, but as soon as his fingertips touched Yang Fengyu's skin, he flinched back as if electrocuted.

Qin Fangcong frowned: "What are you hiding?"

Yang Fengyu's ears turned red, one hand covered his neck, and he stammered: "I, I will do it myself."

Qin Fangcong's eyes darkened even more.

He seems to reject physical contact recently, and suddenly wants to write love songs.

Qin Fangcong's heart rang alarm bells, he stared at Yang Fengyu for a while, then withdrew his hand, "Continue."

The afternoon passed quickly, during which Yang Fengyu blushed and heart beat, as if he had a fever, after saying goodbye to Qin Fangcong, he went to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water several times, then calmed down, covered his face and stared at himself in the mirror .

His state is not right, I don't know if Qin Fangcong can feel it.

In the past, when he had physical contact with Qin Fangcong, although he would feel embarrassed, it passed away carelessly.

But Yang Fengyu's thoughts are not so pure now, his blushing doubled, and his heartbeat doubled, even to the point where he couldn't help it when he saw Qin Fangcong.

Qin Fangcong's cold and abstinent appearance, not to mention whether he likes men or not, Yang Fengyu even wonders if he has a cold personality.

Yang Fengyu didn't dare to say so without revealing the relationship with his childhood sweetheart brother.

It's going to kill me.

In the evening it was the group's overall modification of the accompaniment and recording. Yang Fengyu was the first to come, sitting on the sofa and memorizing the lyrics. After a while, Cheng Ying also came.

The style of their group was more carefree, and the process of communicating with the production teacher was relatively smooth, and it was over in less than three hours.

"Go back to the hotel? Or go for a drink?" Cheng Ying asked Yang Fengyu casually.

"Go to the bar." Yang Fengyu corrected him, "I don't drink."

I don't know where Cheng Ying found the tavern. There are not many people and the environment is very quiet.

Yang Fengyu ordered a non-alcoholic mojito, and thought of Qin Fangcong again.

"What do you want to ask, just tell me, today I will be your bosom brother."

Yang Fengyu disliked this title a little, and pursed his lips and smiled, "Okay, Master of Emotion, I'm curious about a question, every time you fall in love with someone, do you always confess your love first?"

Cheng Ying looked like a big brother, which was obviously completely different from the feeling Qin Fangcong gave Yang Fengyu, but it would not make Yang Fengyu feel stiff and unnatural.

"Basically," Cheng Ying said, "I don't confess to the person I like, should I wait for him to take the initiative? If he doesn't take the initiative, there will be no story. Do you understand, little brother?"

"Grass, can you call me normally," Yang Fengyu was even more disgusted, "Then how do you know if the other party likes men or women?"

Cheng Ying smiled, "Why don't you say that you are pure and slow, you can always feel whether the other party likes you or not? As for the issue of sexual orientation, for example, I may be obsessed with people who are pleasing to the eye, but you may only be obsessed with you That brother bends."

"Also, you may not know that same-sex attracts or repels, it's actually a very obvious feeling."

Yang Fengyu somehow thought of that classmate Tian Yuyang, what kind of gay is there?So accurate?

I don't know exactly when it started, Yang Fengyu has lived for 20 years, and this is the first time he has experienced the feeling of heartbeat. When he found out, he seemed to be like a frog in warm water.

"The problem is that I don't know what he thinks?" Yang Fengyu said with a worried face, "I don't have mind reading skills, what if he doesn't like me?"

Qin Fangcong, probably still consider him a younger brother, right?

Being a younger brother and a child at the same time, they both slept in the same bed, and woke up the next day as if nothing had happened.

He's all hard.

"Try first!" Cheng Ying knocked on the table, "Will you try? No, I'll teach you. Just stay away from him deliberately, and then..."

Yang Fengyu nodded as he listened, the wishful thinking in his heart was racing, and he wished he could fly out and practice it now.

Don't be impatient when you put a long line to catch big fish.

In the next few days, because of busy rehearsals and recording programs, and because of Yang Fengyu's hidden thoughts, the number of meetings between Yang Fengyu and Qin Fangcong dropped sharply.

Hearing from the director that Sapling would be coming for the last rehearsal of the large-scale pull-through, Yang Fengyu was even more busy making excuses, and even deliberately didn't eat with Qin Fangcong, and if there was nothing, he distanced himself.

If Qin Fangcong is interested in him, then he should start to wonder at this time.

It's just that Yang Fengyu didn't receive this signal at all, as if nothing had changed, he was immediately frustrated.

On the day of the last rehearsal on Friday, each group went on stage one by one to go through the process.

Yang Fengyu's group was the first, and it was perfect for blowing up the scene.

As soon as he stood on the stage, he saw Qin Fangcong who was dressed in black, wearing a peaked cap and a mask in the corner behind the DJ stage.

The one who knew it was because he wanted to hide his identity, but the one who didn't know thought it was some big star. He was tall and leggy and had a good temperament, as expected of his brother.

"Director," Yang Fengyu said in a moderate voice that everyone nearby could hear, "Ms. Sapling, don't you use a voice changer today?"

Director Zhao looked at him in surprise, "Why do you care so much, hurry up and get ready!"

Yang Fengyu kept focusing on Qin Fangcong from the corner of his eye. After hearing this, he looked up at Yang Fengyu, not knowing what it meant.

During the rehearsal, there were no audience, and the audience was full of staff, but Yang Fengyu felt itchy to sprinkle water, so he asked the director eagerly, "Is it really not allowed to sprinkle water?"

The director looked helpless, picked up the microphone and asked, "Everyone here, do you mind being washed by Yes?"

Yang Fengyu was the youngest one in the show, and most people treated him with inexplicable love and indulgence, and they booed after hearing the director's question.

"Why did you just wash your hair! My technique is very good, okay?"

As Yang Fengyu spoke, he glanced at Qin Fangcong. The latter put down the tablet in his hand, walked to the director from behind the DJ booth, and said something in a low voice.

"Then since the most famous Sapling teacher doesn't mind, let's sprinkle it! One bottle at most, don't waste water resources."

Yang Fengyu, who got the answer, stared at Qin Fangcong with a smile and rolled his eyes. The other party pulled the mask to his chin and nodded to him. Instead of sitting back, he simply stood under the stage and signaled the DJ to start.

The strong and rhythmic drumbeat came out, and Yang Fengyu entered the state almost instantly, before he started singing, he just flicked his tongue.

Qin Fangcong's tense expression finally relaxed, and he chuckled.

On the stage of the competition, he can sing the feeling of livehouse. This typhoon is really mature.

The first and last paragraphs at the beginning are Yang Fengyu, the beginning is a hot atmosphere, quite satisfactory, the focus is on the last paragraph.

The personal emotions in this passage are progressive. After flicking his tongue, he walked directly to the edge of the stage, stomped on the ground and leaned slightly, almost singing to Sapling.

After a few words of venting, it was Yang Fengyu's confession to himself.

From being forced to learn meaningless vocal music lessons when she was a child, to being forced to learn subjects she didn't want to learn when she grew up, Yang Fengyu's belated rebellion finally took a step forward to do what she wanted to do.

Even if everyone said that it was a mistake for him to suspend school, even if no one supported his decision, even if everyone disliked him, it didn't matter, he met his Bole.

When he sang Bole in the lyrics, Yang Fengyu opened his eyes that had been tightly closed, and landed firmly on Qin Fangcong in the audience.

Thank you for believing in me, supporting me, and being with me.

Yang Fengyu stared at Qin Fangcong with red eyes, but his tone became more and more fierce.

These last few sentences are a response to the prejudice and mistrust he has suffered all along.

Yang Fengyu unscrewed the bottle cap with two fingers, pinched the mouth of the bottle and threw it to the audience, the water droplets formed a perfect arc in the air, like a bomb thrown into the crowd, triggering a burst of carnival.

His attitude and response were thrown out together, dripping and carefree.

Yang Fengyu's heart was beating fast, and he saw a small piece of dark water stain on Qin Fangcong's peaked cap at a glance. After he calmed down, he couldn't help smiling.

The choreographer was the first to speak, and the first sentence was astonishing, "The other places are pretty good, but there is one point, the camera that was just looking up on the stage was only a few seconds at most, you can't just stare at one person Sing."

That direction is the direction of Sapling, and that person is Sapling.

Yang Fengyu was a little embarrassed for a moment. Just as he was about to explain, Cheng Ying on the side smiled and said, "Yes is a fanatic of Sapling. Can you not be excited to see the real person?"

Yang Fengyu's face became even redder, glanced at Sapling and shyly looked away: "Shhhhh, keep a low profile!"

These changes were noticed by Qin Fangcong, but his expression became more and more serious, almost writing "unhappy" on his face.

It's a pity that he was wearing a mask and hat, so no one could see his face.

The people on the stage didn't realize it, and they were still fighting: "I'm not talking nonsense, the day I just recorded the show, my eyes can't wait to grow on someone else, those who know know that you are a fan of Teacher Sapling, those who don't know think you have a crush on him .”

Yang Fengyu's face turned even redder, and he kept looking at Qin Fangcong. At the same time, the expression of the "Sapling" teacher in the audience turned even worse.