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In the end it was Qin Fangcong's turn to comment, Yang Fengyu was so nervous that he kept licking his lips.

Qin Fangcong first told the others one by one, his tone was lukewarm, without any emotion.

His voice was lower than usual and full of magnetism, just listening to it made Yang Fengyu's heart tickle inexplicably.

Before talking about Yang Fengyu, Qin Fangcong paused for a moment, his tone was a little more serious than before, "Yes, you are too emotional."

Yang Fengyu's smile froze on his face, and he blinked at him.

The other party's expression seemed to ease, and he continued to explain patiently: "Your first part of the emotion can be stronger, and the last part should be suppressed a little bit, don't burst out suddenly, it needs a gradual process, understand what I mean?"

Yang Fengyu nodded.

"Also, don't make it too full for the rehearsal next time, and let it go completely on the official stage. As for the watering, if you want, you can also sprinkle it on the official stage."

Although his tone was still very serious, with a businesslike look, Yang Fengyu was in an inexplicably good mood and nodded obediently.

Originally, Qin Fangcong was about to put down the microphone when he said this, but Yang Fengyu had an idea and asked, "Mr. Sapling, will you come here often in the future?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Fangcong frowned again, but he didn't show it on his mouth: "Yes, you can ask me if you have any questions."

Yang Fengyu responded.

The official stage was at night, and after the rehearsal was over, it was almost time for dinner. Sapling didn't leave the box lunch distributed by the program group, but there was a sense of alienation on his body, which was worse than Qin Fangcong's feeling in class. Be obvious.

Although they were all in the venue, the director and other behind-the-scenes staff were sitting around him, and Yang Fengyu was sitting a few meters away, staring at him intently.

When he was eating, he finally took off his mask. Yang Fengyu saw a small red dot on his sharp jaw line, and couldn't help laughing.

Although Qin Fangcong was facing Yang Fengyu's direction sideways, he didn't look away from the corner of his eye, and the chatting words of the other people went in their left ears and out of their right ears.

Yang Fengyu felt something was wrong recently, and he felt it.

I can't tell exactly when it was, but it seemed that he especially rejected physical contact and was still deliberately alienating him.

On the contrary, he was very attentive to his vest.

Yang Fengyu is a child with a clear distinction between love and hate, not the kind of character who would please anyone because of the worldly way, he would treat Sapling like this purely because of his undisguised liking.

As for which one you like...

Qin Fangcong touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue, Yang Fengyu's excited expression when he asked about Sapling appeared in his mind, and his eyes darkened a little.

"Cen An," Qin Fangcong said suddenly after the others left, "Did you tell him?"

Cen An had been mentally prepared for a long time, and there was no abnormality in his expression, so he pretended to be confused and asked back: "What?"

"My identity, have you told him?"

"Ah?" Cen An blindly guessed that Qin Fangcong didn't know, and continued to play dumb, "He knows?"

Seeing Qin Fangcong's complexion, Cen An quickly added: "He shouldn't know, right? I didn't tell him, and there is no chance of contact."

I thought that Qin Fangcong would feel better after hearing this, but he didn't expect his expression to be even uglier. Cen An was puzzled and asked, "Don't think too much, hasn't he always been a fan of Sapling? I'm excited to see the idol." That's all, it's normal."

Qin Fangcong responded lightly.

It was obviously him, but Qin Fangcong couldn't be happy.

Qin Fangcong turned his head in Yang Fengyu's direction, and the latter quickly looked away when he saw this, and started chatting with the person next to him, glancing at him from time to time.

This state is the same as a high school student peeking at his crush.

Qin Fangcong pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a slow breath.

It can't go on like this.

The program group invited more than 200 audience members to the platform, and the stage was much higher than below, which was similar to the venue of the livehouse, and they could even reach out to interact with each other.

Sapling didn't participate in the scoring, but just sat in the back row of the other judges, and when the light didn't pass, it almost merged with the darkness.

The scoring for the first performance was very simple. The instructors accounted for a large proportion, and the audience in the audience accounted for a small proportion. In the end, two groups entered the elimination queue.

The order of performances is determined by drawing lots, and Yang Fengyu is the first.

The stage is very close to the instructor, and there are shots from various angles. It is impossible to say that you are not nervous, especially when Qin Fangcong is sitting under the stage.

Qin Fangcong and Sapling, these two are existences that make Yang Fengyu feel nervous.

Yang Fengyu's appearance is very neat and neat, and there is no extra makeup. His skin is fair, and when he is cold, he has a bit of a sharp beauty. When the light hits him, the audience is amazed.

It was Yang Fengyu's first sentence that overshadowed this level of awe.

It took him a very short time to digest what Qin Fangcong said, and his emotions progressed layer by layer. Although the rhythm was fast, the words were clearly pronounced, and he could know what he was singing even without reading the lyrics.

Perhaps because of Yang Fengyu's absolute pitch, he is very concerned about the sense of hearing when composing lyrics and music, so the whole song not only has depth of content, but also has an excellent sense of hearing.

Everyone is confessing themselves, tearing off the disguise and mask, the truth behind the glamor is the most empathetic and moving.

Yang Fengyu was even more flexible to the extreme. When he sang the last few lines, he opened his eyes that had been closed tightly, and with some flickering light, he looked in the direction of Qin Fangcong in the darkness.

The stage lights were slowly turned off, Yang Fengyu smiled at him, and mouthed: "Thank you."

Yang Fengyu didn't know if Qin Fangcong had seen it, so he obediently stood still in the center.

After the voting was over, in the comment section, Li Chang, the manager of idol transformation rapper, also had red eyes, and said to Yang Fengyu:

"Yes, in fact, your part is very empathetic to me. Many people around me may gradually give up because they are not favored, but you can persevere, and you can stand here and tell them that you are doing the right thing. Whatever the result, you have succeeded with me."

The veteran rapper on the side also followed suit: "I'm curious, what does the power to persevere in your lyrics refer to?"

Yang Fengyu's lyrics are cryptic and can be interpreted in many ways, but in fact when he wrote, he had only one person in mind.

Yang Fengyu looked at Qin Fangcong with a rare gentle and obedient look, "Of course I have a specific point in my heart, but there is also a meaning in the audience's ears, so I won't break it down."

The judges laughed twice and stopped asking.

Qin Fangcong was the last to take the microphone, pointing out all the deficiencies in the song in a sharp tone, and also provided them with some directions to try.

This time Qin Fangcong put Yang Fengyu at the end again, intentionally or unintentionally hanging on to him, seeing him nervously twiddling the microphone in his hand, couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

"Yes."

Qin Fangcong shouted.

Yang Fengyu almost blurted out "Yes", but he forcefully choked back the words.

Qin Fangcong continued: "Everything I said to you is very nice, it's great."

The sound rushed into Yang Fengyu's heart, as if someone scratched his heart quickly with a feather, even the foundation couldn't cover his blush.

"You can also try more styles and look forward to your performance in the future."

Yang Fengyu blushed even more, and he hadn't reacted for a while after stepping off the stage.

It took half an hour for each group of performances plus voting and comments, and it was almost ten o'clock after the results came out.Yang Fengyu's team took the first place with an overwhelming advantage, and those old-fashioned and contentless ogs happened to be in the last two groups, and they were all eliminated.

It is also a hardcore diss, one can win the first place, the content is both audible, and the other is eliminated on the spot.The other party no longer had the face to chew on Yang Fengyu's tongue, and moved away overnight.

The second stage, which belongs to their own works, will eliminate more than half of the people.

"In this session, everyone can choose what they think is a masterpiece as a repertoire, and have a one-on-one PK with the same style. Just to remind you, if you don't want to solidify your image, you can choose to show a different style in this session."

Director Zhao routinely introduced the process, and Yang Fengyu had an idea after listening.

What he used to show was a hardcore "macho" image, which was in great contrast with his appearance, and almost no one had heard him sing a quiet and soothing melody.

And he happened to have a treasure that he had kept for a long time, and he wanted to sing it to Qin Fangcong.

Yang Fengyu hardly hesitated. When choosing a style, he went directly to the melody rap position. Several people who came in behind thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

"Why don't you sing hardcore?"

"I'm going, did I go wrong?"

"Yes!? Why are you here!"

Yang Fengyu was too lazy to explain, he just said that he wanted to try, but the other party asked doubtfully: "Do you have a masterpiece of melody?"

"Yes," Yang Fengyu said frankly, "Just because I don't sing, doesn't mean I can't sing."

Before Qin Fangcong and his new song was released, "Private Romance" was his most popular song, not one of them, and even a little out of the circle.

It's easy for a rapper to become greasy when singing love songs, but Yang Fengyu's songs don't. The voice is not deliberately lowered like usual, showing a bit of youthful youthfulness, and the lyrics are full of expectation and yearning.

But if it was sung for Qin Fangcong, the lyrics would have to be changed.

"You want to sing the song "Private Romance"? I've heard it." Cun Cun said, "The accompaniment is Mr. Sapling's, right?"

Yang Fengyu nodded, "This is actually my first song. I didn't make any money at the beginning. I spent a lot of money to buy out this accompaniment, and it's only just paid back."

That was the first time he learned how to buy accompaniments online, and he immediately fell in love with Sapling's style. At that time, he was not as heavily in debt as he is now, and he paid a sky-high price for the accompaniment in one go.

Maybe Qin Fangcong has a large share of the money to buy the house!

Taking advantage of the camera not recording their side, Yang Fengyu lifted the blocking curtain on one side and looked at Qin Fangcong who was still sitting below.

"Teacher Sapling." Yang Fengyu whispered, and waved to him again, "Will you come to the stage next time?"

Unexpectedly, he really put down the things in his hands and walked towards Yang Fengyu, "Yes."

Yang Fengyu took advantage of the opportunity and sat down on the edge of the stage, and said to Qin Fangcong who was one meter away from him: "Then, can you help me change the accompaniment for the next stage? I want to sing "Private Romance"."

After speaking, without waiting for Qin Fangcong to ask why, Yang Fengyu continued: "This song is your accompaniment, I don't want others to change it."