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After Yang Fengyu chose him, he sat a few meters behind and watched them choose with great interest, but Qin Fangcong didn't raise his sign until Cheng Ying came up.

Qin Fangcong sat up straight suddenly, looked up at Yang Fengyu, and then held up a card.

Cheng Ying, as the manager of epic, is notoriously changeable in style, and it stands to reason that it matches well with the Sapling-style accompaniment, but Yang Fengyu somehow felt that Qin Fangcong chose him for something else.

Cheng Ying walked towards Qin Fangcong without much hesitation, and took the card from his hand.

At this point, the grouping was completed, and several coded keywords appeared on the big screen, followed by the voice of the on-site director explaining the rules.

The rules are very simple. Each group chooses key words by themselves and spends nine hours on extreme creation. The specific words will be announced tomorrow morning, and the entire production process will be recorded.

Yang Fengyu spoke without looking sideways, and lowered his voice: "Mr. Sapling, do you want to show your face?"

"It depends."

Yang Fengyu blinked.His boyfriend is so handsome, it's okay to show his face, how many potential rivals will he have.

This is the end of today's episode, Qin Fangcong took the lead to sneak away, and gave Yang Fengyu a look before leaving.When Yang Fengyu and the others were almost gone, they sneaked out of the venue.

There are not many staff members, and the corridor lights leading to the entrance of the venue are not turned on, which adds to the excitement.

When Yang Fengyu was in high school, classmates who had puppy love often left one after another in the class, and then they were caught holding hands in the dark playground, and the feeling was similar to him.

Turning the corner and approaching the door, Yang Fengyu still didn't see Qin Fangcong's figure.

Just as he walked out in doubt, his wrist was grabbed by a big hand, gently pulled aside, and Yang Fengyu's back was stuck against the rough wall.

However, the back of his head was cushioned and rubbed a little harder. The crisp and numb feeling made him subconsciously raise his head, and then he dropped a kiss.

In the darkness, he could vaguely see the outline of Qin Fangcong. At first he just pecked tentatively, but Yang Fengyu opened his lips slightly reflexively, and was kissed hard.

Along with Qin Fangcong's breath, what came into Yang Fengyu's mouth was the lingering smell of tobacco.

The sudden smell of smoke caught Yang Fengyu a little off guard, subconsciously pushed Qin Fangcong away, covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes were red in no time, and he looked at Qin Fangcong reproachfully: "You let me smoke second-hand smoke again! "

Still in this mouth-to-mouth way.

In fact, Yang Fengyu didn't reject it, and even felt a little irritating, but some didn't react, so he subconsciously pushed away.

"Smoking is harmful to your health!" Yang Fengyu grabbed Qin Fangcong's hand with the watch, "If you control me from drinking, I will control you from smoking as well!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Fangcong agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback.

Before Qin Fangcong said that he didn't want to quit smoking, but he didn't quit smoking. From then on, he planted a foreshadowing in Yang Fengyu's heart.

At that time, Yang Fengyu thought that there must be someone who could stop him from smoking, but he never thought that this person was actually himself.

"Okay," Yang Fengyu raised his head again, "If you smoke too much, will you be punished? Do you think it yourself or I will do it?"

Originally, Yang Fengyu wanted to take the opportunity to pay off some debts, but Qin Fangcong leaned into his ear and whispered: "If you smoke, you will be punished and not allowed to kiss you, how about it?"

It took Yang Fengyu two seconds to react, his face turned red instantly, "What kind of punishment is this!"

"For me it is." Qin Fangcong said lightly, "Starting tomorrow? I still want to kiss you today."

Yang Fengyu blushed even more.

To be honest, he just posted it for two or three seconds, but he didn't actually kiss enough.

Yang Fengyu closed his eyes expectantly, but the expected kiss did not come down.

He opened his eyes in surprise, only to see Qin Fangcong's handsome face rapidly zooming in before his eyes, and a breath of mints mixed with a faint smell of tobacco burst into his lips, and the next second, the smell became stronger and stronger. Clearly rolled to the tip of Yang Fengyu's tongue.

Yang Fengyu closed her eyes obediently, and responded with effort.

Qin Fangcong was a little more excited than usual today, probably because of that song.

Yang Fengyu, who has just entered the society, has a lot of female fans, but Yang Fengyu has no intention of taking this kind of bonus to sell people.

Not to mention being of the same sex, Qin Fangcong has met many rappers and even concealed that he is not single.

And his Miao Miao never thought of hiding this feeling.

And this feeling is hot and solemn, it is Yang Fengyu's sincere heart, Qin Fangcong put it away.

It wasn't until Yang Fengyu hummed twice as if he couldn't bear it, that Qin Fangcong slowly opened the distance and hugged him into his arms.

Yang Fengyu leaned into his arms to breathe calmly, and licked his lips with unsatisfied desire.

They all behaved very well in front of the camera, completely businesslike, especially Qin Fangcong, who was impeccable.

As a result, as soon as the camera moved away, I couldn't control it.

"Miao Miao."

"Huh?" Yang Fengyu looked up at him.

Qin Fangcong rubbed the top of Yang Fengyu's head, "Hair has grown."

Yang Fengyu chuckled, "I thought you were going to say something!"

"What do you want to hear?"

Yang Fengyu rubbed against Qin Fangcong's upper body, his voice was as low as a mosquito's, "I thought you were going to confess affectionately..."

Qin Fangcong opened the distance, leaned over and looked at Yang Fengyu, and said in a low voice but solemnly: "I like you very much."

Qin Fangcong always talked less, and acted more than words, and Yang Fengyu's scalp felt numb and his legs almost went limp when he said something out of the blue.

Don't confess affectionately, he can't bear it at all.

Back at the hotel, Yang Fengyu went back to his room obediently, threw himself into the bed and rolled around as soon as he entered the door, his mind was full of Qin Fangcong's words.

After taking a shower, he managed to regain some sanity, and when he saw that set of equipment, he started to be silly again.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't explained to his brothers, so he clicked on the group chat and typed with a smile: [Yeah: Brothers!I!Take off!one!La! ! ]

A series of question marks followed by a group video call.

Yang Fengyu answered it without hesitation, but seeing Tian Yuyang in Cheng Wen's camera, he was a little surprised: "Why are you staying together?"

Cheng Wen: "I just happened to come and see him."

"Coconut!!!" Tian Yuyang's excited voice rang out, "Did you and Mr. Qin achieve success!! See what I said is right!! Please call me a prophet in the future!"

It was rare for Yang Fengyu not to fight with him, so he coughed to hide his smile, "Okay, alright, prophet!"

The other Tian Yuyang was dumbfounded: "I'm going, what's wrong with you? Why don't you scold me?"

Lin Fei also turned on the camera, and teased when he saw this: "Hey, people who fall in love are different, they are all gentle. How is it? Don't you mean straight men?"

"I'll fuck you!" Yang Fengyu scolded, "It has nothing to do with being straight or not, I just like him."

"Okay, okay, stop, don't show off!" Cheng Wen felt a little headache, "Yao, you have to come back after the game to have dinner, and call your 'brother'."

"Brother! I'm your husband now!" Tian Yuyang added fuel and vinegar, "No, no, what should my name be, mistress."

Yang Fengyu's anger was full, and he wished he could rush into the phone screen and pinch Tian Yuyang, "I am! Your uncle's Tian Yuyang, your usual points are gone!"

"Okay, okay." Cheng Wen interrupted the bickering between the two, and asked again: "Coconut, Tian Yuyang will just remove the plaster after your competition is over. How about pushing our West City show until then? All the tickets were refunded at that time. With your current popularity, it is estimated that you can make an appointment with a larger venue."

"Okay!" Yang Fengyu responded instantly.

Thanks to Yang Fengyu's enthusiasm, many people followed the vine to find the label TAX, and even Tian Yuyang was recognized by people in school.

Yang Fengyu was very happy, feeling that he was much closer to his dream.

While chatting, Qin Fangcong suddenly sent a message.

Yang Fengyu's expression changed instantly, and he said mysteriously, "I won't chat with you anymore, bye."

The others were still at a loss, so Lin Fei had an expression of "I understand", "My boyfriend is checking the post, let's go."

Yang Fengyu glared at him through the camera and hung up the phone.

[. : good night, 3]

Yang Fengyu stared at the 3 at the back, but didn't realize what it meant for a long time, so he directly made a voice call to Qin Fangcong.

"What does 3 mean?"

The other person sighed helplessly, "That's not 3."

"what?"

"Kaomoji."

"what??"

Yang Fengyu clicked on the emoticon that came with the input method, and suddenly realized, "Oh——you call this emoticon?"

As Yang Fengyu said, he clicked on the input box and sent a ">3<".

"This is called Yanwen!"

Qin Fangcong laughed sullenly, "Okay."

"Good night then!"

"Good night."

The next day, the program started recording early in the morning.

Qin Fangcong went to the show site ahead of time, and Yang Fengyu stepped on it. He was too absorbed in his dream last night, and he was a little distracted when we came together today.

Until a few large characters appeared on the high screen, Yang Fengyu half-yawned and stuck back, staring at the screen and frowning.

Those words are very abstract, such as "living", "chasing", "looking" and so on.

In the next competition, two groups of four people will be eliminated. This time, there will be no instructor points, but purely audience points.

If you want to get high votes, then the song must have a sense of hearing, and it must be impressive, and it is best to be dry.

But these few words, no matter how you look at it, don't seem to be too explosive.

Yang Fengyu was worrying when Sapling, who was standing in front of him, suddenly turned around, "What do you think?"

Yang Fengyu pursed his lips and shook his head: "My head is empty."

Cheng Ying on the side just wanted to speak, but he didn't expect that Sapling didn't mean to ask him at all, so he turned back without changing his expression.

Yang Fengyu asked, "What about you?"

Qin Fangcong didn't answer, just said: "When thinking about it, open your mind, don't worry."

Yang Fengyu was a little speechless, "How do you open your mind? Teacher Sapling teach?"

Qin Fangcong didn't turn his head back, but still raised his head and stared at the screen slightly, "For example, this 'chasing' can be written about dreams, and it can also be written about chasing objects."

Yang Fengyu was stunned for a moment, always feeling that he was connoted. Seeing that the camera was still nearby, he nodded without changing his face: "As expected of Teacher Sapling."

Cheng Ying on the side didn't know, so he said, "I'll go, you're too big a fan, aren't you?"

Yang Fengyu admitted confidently: "Yes, is there anyone who doesn't like teacher Sapling's accompaniment?"

This attitude is too magnanimous, but it seems normal.

"You're right," Cheng Ying pointed to the person who was staring at this side with a bitter haha. "The rappers who want to cooperate with Mr. Sapling may line up the entire stadium."

Such a nice person is his boyfriend.

Yang Fengyu tilted his head, feeling extremely proud.