I became popular after wearing cannon fodder

It wasn't once or twice that Lu Qi's songs in his previous life were plagiarized.

In the beginning, he was also angry, and he asked someone to send a lawyer's letter to warn him, but in the end he found that no matter how tough his attitude was, he still couldn't stop those who wanted to take advantage of it.

They only need to slightly change the tune of Lu Qi's already popular song, claiming that it is their own original, and they will not repent if they are discovered, and will take advantage of Lu Qi's fame to gain popularity.

To be honest, it's really disgusting.

Lu Qi feels that he can have such a good mentality now because he was honed in his previous life.

"Then there is nothing we can do?" Duane asked, holding back his tears in embarrassment.

Yu Heng and Lu Qi looked at each other, and they both saw the same firmness in each other's eyes.

"Of course not." Lu Qi answered first: "It's not shameful for them to use plagiarized songs, but I don't."

The others looked at each other and said, "Then shall we change?"

Yu Heng nodded and said, "Change."

"But we're not afraid of them," Lu Qi said as calmly as possible: "If we don't have an advantage, even if we perform better than them, we still have little chance of winning."

"What we want is the result of the final victory, so we must change."

In today's situation, it is most unwise to head-on.

Several teammates nodded, and asked with a little worry: "But there are only two days left, we have to practice a complete song, will it be too late?"

"No." Yu Heng, as the captain, took out the timetable that he had just taken the time to divide.

"We have two days, one day to pick out words alone, one day to practice together, and then practice standing in the evening, and it will be no problem at all."

Duanhe looked at the timetable accurately divided into seconds in Yu Heng's hand, swallowed and said, "Then what about the time we adapted?"

Yu Heng pointed to the blank space on the timetable and said, "Isn't it?"

"Just, tonight?" Duane was desperate.

"Don't be discouraged, it's not your adaptation."

Lu Qi was amused by the expressions of Du'an and Sangsang.

"Isn't that okay?" Duane said sadly.

"Yes, no problem!" Lu Qi said with a smile.

It's not that the teammates don't want to believe it, the speed of Lu Qi's adaptation is considered fast enough, but it's still a bit of a fantasy to change it overnight, right?

Lu Qi was very indifferent, baring his teeth and saying:

"Perhaps, you have heard a word called genius?"

The teammates looked at each other. Although they were still a little worried, they could only choose to believe now.

It's not because of arrogance that Lu Qi dares to guarantee it, but because he has done it before.

At that time, he had just debuted, and he wrote the lyrics and composed the music by himself. Sometimes the show party was not satisfied before going on stage, so Lu Qi had to stay up all night to write another song.

Arrangement, in fact, often depends on talent.

Closing his eyes, Lu Qi could even see those intangible notes become clearly visible, and he could write a song following the inspiration without much effort.

When the inspiration is overwhelming, it is not difficult for Lu Qi to sing one song a night.

What's more, it's not rewriting a song from scratch, but adapting the original notes.

Now Lu Qi is so familiar with this song that he can't be more familiar with it. It's not a problem to give it a try in one night.

Lu Qi simply went back to the dormitory, brought the quilt to the practice room, and planned to stay up all night to change the tune.

Yu Heng gave him some advice from the side, and others couldn't help, so they just silently accompanied him.

The teammates watched Lu Qi write and draw on the paper, throwing away a few scraps of manuscripts from time to time, and they couldn't help but feel aroused.

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After Su Yu practiced dancing, she returned to the dormitory exhausted, only to find that Feng Yiming was the only one in the dormitory.

"Where did Qi Qi go?"

Su Yu still didn't dare to stay alone with Feng Yiming, so he asked.

Feng Yiming simply told Su Yu about Yu Guangjie's plagiarism from Lu Qi, which caused Lu Qi to change the song overnight.

Su Yu was about to die of anger, gritted his teeth and said indignantly:

"How can there be such a disgusting person in this world! I've never seen it before!"

"That's because you were so well protected before." Feng Yiming said.

"I don't." Su Yu retorted in a low voice, and then said worriedly: "Then Qiqi is going to sleep with Yu Heng in the practice room, but the practice room is so cold, I'll give them some warmth Baby."

As soon as Su Yu finished speaking, Feng Yiming, who was watching the dance video, froze for a moment.

"Are they going to sleep together?"

"Then why not? Yu Heng wouldn't come back to sleep alone when something like this happened, would he?"

With that said, Su Yu went through her closet, preparing to send something to Lu Qi.

Feng Yiming stretched out his hand to turn off the video a little annoyed. After getting out of bed, he wanted to go for a walk, but for some reason, he walked to the door of the practice room.

It was already late at night, and the corridor was empty.

Through the window of the practice room, Feng Yiming saw Lu Qi wearing earphones, writing something on paper, and discussing something with Yu Heng at the same time.

Of the two people who were talking and laughing, one had sparkling eyes, the other was cold but the corners of the mouth were raised slightly, this friendly and harmonious scene made Feng Yiming feel glaring.

"Hey, Feng Yiming, why don't you go in?"

Su Yu was holding a bunch of things and said to Feng Yiming.

"Qiqi, I brought you something!"

As soon as Su Yu's words sounded, Lu Qi, who was discussing with Yu Heng, turned his head.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu, for coming so late."

Su Yu shook his head, said nothing, and took out the self-heating small hot pot and Nuan Baobao from the bag.

"I thought it was too cold at night, so I brought hot pot for you, just to warm up."

Lu Qi stuffed the score into Yu Heng's arms, and floated over like a wandering soul, staring blankly at the small hot pot.

"Then don't say anything, let's eat!"

The teammates who were napping in the corner had their eyes shining, staring at the steaming hot pot, and their mouths were drooling.

"My god, it's so fragrant. I really need a hot pot meal for supper to be happy!"

The crowd ate hot pot lively, Su Yu looked out of the window as if remembering something.

"Hey, where's Feng Yiming? He was still outside just now, why didn't he come in?"

"Maybe it's because I don't like small hot pot." Duane said while eating meatballs.

"How is it possible, there are still people in this world who don't like hot pot?" The teammates retorted with disbelief.

The two of them chattered noisyly about what is the best food.

Lu Qi took two mouthfuls of vegetables, looked outside the door, thought for a while, and finally went out with the small hot pot in his arms.

When Feng Yiming returned to the dormitory, he covered himself with a quilt, not thinking about the scene he saw just now.

But the more he didn't want to think about it, the more he kept playing the lively scene in the training room just now in his mind.

And the more he thought about it, the hungrier he became, and he seemed to be hallucinating from hunger, and the smell of steaming hot pot seemed to appear around him.

"Feng Yiming, are you asleep? Get up and eat hot pot!"

Feng Yiming suddenly heard Lu Qi's voice, and when he lifted the quilt, he was startled.

Seeing the hot pot in Lu Qi's hand, Feng Yiming realized that the taste of the hot pot just now was not a hallucination.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to ask you to eat hot pot. Here, I only ate two mouthfuls of green vegetables. The chopsticks are also clean. Now they have taken away all the hot pot, and you don't have any in the past."

Lu Qi handed it over, and added: "I have to quit because of weight loss, otherwise I wouldn't have come to give it to you, look how lucky you are!"

The pent-up air in Feng Yiming's heart disappeared in the air along with the aroma of the hot pot.

After bringing over Lu Qi's small hot pot, Feng Yiming pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "You think of me because you can't finish eating it."

"Oh, not at all." Lu Qi smiled and waved his hands as if he had been seen through.

"Go to bed after eating, I have to change the tune, I probably won't be back tonight."

"Who cares about you?" Feng Yiming pretended not to care, but actually asked with great concern: "Is Yu Heng not coming back to sleep?"

"He should be back soon. After all, he is the captain, and he will be responsible for watching the students practice singing tomorrow."

"Oh."

After Lu Qi left, Feng Yiming finished the hot pot meal, then lay on the bed and continued to watch the dance video he hadn't finished before.

Sure enough, Yu Heng came back within a few minutes, saw the hot pot on Feng Yiming's table, and asked:

"Lu Qi gave it to you."

Feng Yiming raised his eyebrows a little proudly, "Of course, he specially brought it for me."

Yu Heng didn't understand where Feng Yiming's inexplicable sense of superiority came from, so he hummed in confusion and went to wash up.

The next morning.

A few teammates didn't sleep for a few hours, so they rushed to see Lu Qi's progress.

When they came in, Lu Qi was huddled in a corner, sleeping soundly under the quilt.

Yu Heng gestured, and the others nodded, and at the same time walked in at a slower pace.

Walking to Lu Qi's side, Yu Heng tucked the quilt for him, and when he was about to get up, he saw Lu Qi still holding the final version of the manuscript in his hand.

Yu Heng gently picked it up, walked aside, tapped the beat on the shop with his fingers on the table.

Several other teammates also listened quietly.

The more they listened, the eyes of the others became brighter, and even Yu Heng, who had always been calm, unconsciously cheered up.

After this adaptation, the rhythm of this song is still not fast, and it is only slowed down by one beat based on the original version.

However, the score inside completely blends the soothing rhythm into the turbulent song, just like thousands of troops and horses galloping in the hazy drizzle. shocked.

And they want to express it in the form of rap, so they can better show the enthusiasm in the score.

The uneducated teammate thought for a long time before saying, "I'll go, awesome!"

The few teammates didn't expect the turn of events, and the hope of victory came to them again!