The Villain Runs Wild

The hot palms fit the delicate skin texture, like summer fireworks.

The straight and slender legs are curved and entangled loosely.

The unique melody interweaves lengthy and chaotic tunes, and the cool lighting makes people shake their consciousness, just like staring at the mottled moon shadow.

The mysterious night visitor is cold, mysterious, malicious, but full of sweet temptation.

Yan Qin suddenly opened his eyes when the sunlight came in from the gap where the curtains were raised.

He felt a little in a trance that everything last night was like an unreal dream, the moon in the mirror was like flowers in the water, like a sailor who went out to sea and saw the sea monster beside the reef, it was just a self-imagining in the moonlight, real and empty .

He looked at the mess on the bed and heard movement from outside the bedroom.

The young man in his clothes was fiddled with his beloved musical instruments, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand.

The black of the keyboard contrasts the fairness of the young man's skin, and the red of the guitar is exactly like the hickey marks on the young man's leg.

"Sorry, I don't ask for it. In fact, I borrowed your unopened toiletries. I hope you don't mind."

The young man raised the cup in his hand and slowly swallowed the warm milk.

"I also baked some toast, do you want to eat it together?"

The young man tilted his head and asked, he was too comfortable, as if this was his domain, not a stranger's house.

Yan Qin looked at him in a daze, and the other party seemed to acquiesce in his answer, and walked to the kitchen.

The young man was wearing his dark blue top. His clothes seemed a bit too wide for the young man, and could cover his legs.

As he walked, he could see that his legs were trembling slightly, as if he was a little unsteady.

Yan Qin was short of breath. He entered the bathroom and saw another toothbrush next to the cup. It was the same model as his. When he bought it, he bought it in a set for convenience.

This feeling of another person suddenly appearing in the house made him a little uncomfortable, and also a little strange itchy in his heart. He finished brushing his teeth absent-mindedly, turned on the cold water of the faucet, and let himself flush for a few minutes before his brain calmed down.

He wiped his wet hair, looked at his face in the mirror, and told himself to calm down.

He promised to write a song for that young man, and received a corresponding reward, as long as he wrote the song to him, and then... there was no contact.

Is that so, Yan Qin asked himself in his heart, and became a little uncontrollably upset, took a shower and walked out of the bathroom.

The young man looked at him with a piece of toast in his mouth. His lazy eyebrows and eyes were a little cute with such movements.

"You have nothing at home."

Yan Qin suddenly remembered that because he had retreated for too long during the bottleneck period, he had already eaten all the butter, Thousand Island sauce, and jam at home. He packed up the empty bottles and threw them out the door. There were only a few slices of toast and a carton of milk left at home. .

It's time to buy, I don't know what he likes to match with toast... Yan Qin found himself distracted again, the feeling of being led by the nose was too vivid, after eating the toast slices handed over by the young man, he decided to Start the topic first.

"What kind of song do you want?"

"You can do whatever you want, I will sing whatever you write."

Lin Sui said indifferently, this was the reason why he came to Yan Qin, and he really didn't care about the style of the song.

Although he wanted to fulfill the original owner's wish, he was still not the original owner.

Lin Sui bent down and looked at the scattered inspirations on the table. They have different styles and are not bound to a certain one.

Yan Qin looked blankly at the young man with his back turned away, thinking that he did it on purpose.

Just like last night, standing in front of him and unbuttoning him.

Within the sight range, everything still has traces of yesterday's magnificence.

When Lin Sui straightened up, he touched some hard muscles on his back, and naturally leaned against his chest.

"Do you need to pay twice for a song by Teacher Sui'an?"

"I'll help you write the lyrics."

Yan Qin said without hesitation that very few people in the circle knew that he could also write lyrics, but he seldom wrote lyrics, and only when he felt very strong, he would write lyrics by the way.

Lin Sui readily agreed, resting his palms on the tea table.

This is the place where Yan Qin used to create on weekdays. He writes casually and doesn't like to be confined in the study. He prefers to sit on the floor and write on the coffee table, so he specially customized a large coffee table.

Lin Sui uses the coffee table as a fulcrum and is placed on the edge.

"You have a birthmark on your leg."

Yan Qin didn't notice last night that the butterfly-shaped birthmark flapped its wings and flew past his soul.

"What is your voice when you sing? I need to know the characteristics of your voice so that I can write a song that suits you."

Yan Qin asked the question seriously, perhaps with some other thoughts, all as the young man's coveted revenge for his talent.

"at this time?"

"Breath is something a good singer must handle perfectly."

Everyone in the circle knows Sui An's temper. He is strict with himself, and he is also strict with his partners. He is very picky. If the song is not perfectly interpreted by the other party, he will not cooperate again.

He has never deliberately made things difficult for singers, but today seems to be an exception.

It is clear that when the singer has difficulty speaking, it also makes his breathing more intermittent, making it difficult for him to perform normally.

It is inevitable to be out of tune and out of tune, and it is tactful in the high and low sounds.

In the past, composers with a bad temper and arrogance would think it was noise, but now they think it is more moving than the siren's singing.

He didn't hesitate to praise: "Your voice is very nice."

On this workbench that accompanied him day and night, lay the stunner who fascinated him, and the rules turned into clouds.

When Lin Sui left, he took off his pair of jeans and Yan Qin's top.

The white shirt he wore has become garbage, and it will end up in the same place as those discarded paper balls.

Yan Qin looked at the contact information written on the score, and when the door was closed, he came back to his senses and realized that he didn't know the name of this person at all.

One night and one day, like an overly charming dream.

Yan Qin hurriedly opened the door to stop the man, but the elevator had already descended, and he ran to the window, but he couldn't see the man.

Ziyou's home, where he had always been alone, became somewhat empty for no reason.

That person left so gracefully, aren't you afraid that he will go back on his word?

Yan Qin looked at the contact information on the paper and was a little angry, why did he leave so quickly.

However, Yan Qin would not regret it. He added this number to his contacts, and he paused for a moment while entering the notes. The butterfly birthmark on the youth's leg flashed in his mind. With his fingertips, he typed [Blue Butterfly 】.

According to this number, Yan Qin searched social software again and sent a friend request.

The opponent's head is his wrist, and the red beads on the black rope are very beautiful.

What Yan Qin thought about was the bite mark left on his wrist bone yesterday, which was more beautiful.

The other party passed quickly, but didn't send him a message, or even say hello!

Yan Qin felt an unspeakable resentment in his heart, so he clicked into his circle of friends.

It shows that it can only be seen for three days, and there is no movement.

The background of the circle of friends is a piece of blue sky, Yan Qin stared at it for a while, and confirmed that this is an ordinary sky.

Yan Qin couldn't help sending someone a message, but it wasn't a greeting, it seemed very businesslike.

[Sui'an]: Do you have any requirements?

【S】: Don't be too personal about yourself.

Yan Qin's eyes widened, and he asked why in a very puzzled manner.

Why don't you want a song with his personal style? Is it because you are afraid that others will know that it is his song? Is it ashamed to sing his song?

Yan Qin thought that the young man came to him because of his fame and talent. Even if he didn't sing full marks, as long as his name was there, he could quickly gain attention, but this vaguely revealed the feeling of "avoiding suspicion". Why?

【S】: I don't want others to know that this song is from you. Of course, I will not advertise that this is my work, or put someone else's name on your work.

【S】: There is no reason, the song should be simple.

Lin Sui didn't want to cause trouble. He took this song because he was going to participate in that variety show to fulfill the original owner's wish. He didn't want to attract attention and unnecessary trouble in advance in the circle. An amateur let the trump card song be his songwriting, don't even think about it Knowing how many speculations there will be, Lin Sui just wants others to focus on the song itself.

When he can gain a foothold in the music scene, those voices will naturally be indifferent.

Of course, a large part of the reason without telling the truth is his bad taste.

He just intentionally teased Yan Qin who had not recovered his memory. No need to think about how much Yan Qin on the other side of the screen was scratching his head.

Not only to impress him, but also to make him toss and turn day and night.

As Lin Sui expected, Yan Qin has been entangled in staring at the phone for a long time.

He asked the other party's name, but did not get an answer, and he suffered from insomnia that night.

His mind is full of the appearance and voice of a young man. When he eats, he thinks of him drinking milk and biting toast. When he goes into the bathroom, he thinks of him standing here. Even if he wants to write something, he is staring at the workbench.

He thought that his state would be very stuck, but when he was immersed in it and thought about what kind of songs he should create for young people, the inspiration was endless, too much and too complicated.

Thinking of the simplicity required by the youth, Yan Qin removed those gorgeous and complicated fragments, wrote a song in one breath, and arranged the music and lyrics.

The whole time did not exceed two hours, Yan Qin looked at the four o'clock in the morning displayed on the wall clock, and looked at the chat box with that person and began to struggle again.

Would it be too impatient to send it now? What if people thought he wanted to get rid of it earlier and thought he was perfunctory?

Or maybe it's a little too attentive, but what if people think that he is so fast and so powerful, so they admire him?

Yan Qin was struggling, and this feeling was even more uncomfortable than the bottleneck period without inspiration.

It's better to post it after dawn, Yan Qin thought a little reservedly, it seemed that he was not in a hurry to produce the work quickly.

Yan Qin didn't intend to go to bed, and wanted to write Xiao Tong's song when he had an inspiration.

But when he started to conceive, the creative bottleneck appeared again, his head was blank, and he had no ideas to express.

But when he thought of another person, the thoughts flowed again.

Young people have a wide vocal range, high or low, and good pitch. They should be able to control all styles.

But he just asked him to write a song. He can no longer think about the person whose name he doesn't tell him, but think about work.

Yan Qin thought about the music score for a while, and decided to go to sleep, and when he woke up, he would send a song to that person.

But he fell asleep and woke up in a daze. He checked the time on his phone and found that it was only five o'clock.

Yan Qin set the alarm clock, but even so, he still woke up several times.

Half a month later, Xia Zhenyu was shocked when she saw her friend in a state of depression.

"What's the matter with you, are you sick?"

Yan Qin closed his eyes wearily, pressing his swollen temples, feeling a little out of sorts.

After he sent the song, the young man only replied thank you, and then never looked for him again!

Yan Qin felt that he was like that torn piece of paper that was thrown away after a brief appreciation. At night, he still expected someone to knock on the door, but unfortunately that person never came again.

"Take a good rest and don't think about anything else. Tomorrow is the first episode of the variety show recording. You can participate as a flying guest. There are a total of 23 contestants, and [-] will be eliminated. You can express your opinion next to it." Just do it."

Xia Zhenyu briefly explained to Yan Qin the rules of the competition and what he needed to do, and then urged him to take a good rest.

Originally, he wanted to tell Yan Qin that there was a good-looking amateur with a clean voice in this variety show, but seeing that Yan Qin was tired, he didn't open his mouth. He probably wouldn't be interested in coming to Yan Qin. Quite a few, and Yan Qin didn't care much about the singer's appearance.

Preparations are underway for the variety show, and the contestants have also made preparations early.

Lin Sui received a positive reply for the recording of the variety show ten days ago, and signed a contract with the variety show side.

Since then, he has been practicing the songs he was preparing for the competition, so he didn't make time to find Yan Qin, because he knew that Yan Qin would also appear in that variety show.

This rumor has long been leaked by the variety show, and major marketing accounts, including netizens, are speculating, but Lin Sui knows that Xia Zhenyu is the producer of this variety show, and Yan Qin was in Xia Zhenyu's car that day, so the news is basically reliable.

Lin Sui touched the red bead on his wrist, Luo Hu and Chen Shuang had already deeply empathized once, and there were nine times left.

This empathy is not in terms of the number of times each time, the number of meetings is the effective number, and in order to protect the stability of the world, there is a cooling-off period for establishing empathy, which is about five days.

That's why he and Yan Qin had two staged starts that day, one night and one day, but it was still only counted as one empathy.

I don't know what Yan Qin's expression will be when he sees him again.

He practiced singing for the past few days, and in order to prevent Lin Mohan from finding trouble for him, he specially found something for him in his school.

Before Lin Mohan came back, he had already left Lin's house and went to the recording site.

When Lin Mohan came back in a hurry, he learned that Lin Sui had left, and was upset that there were so many things going on recently, which always made him unlucky.

After filming the entrance screen, Lin Sui entered the small room for an interview.

Someone held up a question board and asked: Why did you come to participate in "Sound You Heartbeat"?

"I want my singing to be heard."

Lin Sui simply finished his answer and waited for the next question.

The person who asked the question didn't expect him to finish speaking so quickly, so he signaled him to say a few more words with his eyes.

Anyone without variety show acumen knows how attractive the young man's face is, and the director team has long decided to give him more shots.

Lin Sui responded to her with his eyes, the next question.

When the contestants filmed the question and answer, the instructors had already entered the venue.

In the closed room, several people greeted each other.

The people invited this time include Emily, the queen of the Golden Melody Award, Zhou Qian, a veteran singer in the pop music scene, and Yun Huan, a new singer-songwriter.

After greeting each other, everyone looked at the young man in the corner in unison. He was wearing a black mask and was resting with his eyes closed.

They didn't feel surprised that this guy didn't say a word after saying hello. In fact, it was already amazing that Suian would appear here.

The camera kept filming, but this brother didn't care, and pretended to be indifferent.

"Teacher Suian, I thought it was a joke when I heard that you would come, but I didn't expect you to come, are you willing to pass?"

Emily sat next to the young man in black, joking greetings broke the silence in the room.

They also know each other. The song that Emily won the Golden Melody Award was written by Sui An.

Afterwards, Amyla still wanted to ask for a song, but after learning that Sui'an had agreed to Xiao Tong, she retreated.

The black-haired young man opened his eyes, nodded and said, "Come and see."

Then there is no text.

Emily froze, well, this day is considered dead.

But this is the topic she opened up, and it would be too embarrassing to end like this in the camera, so she bit the bullet and said: "I don't know what surprises the children will have with us this time, maybe we can find something Where is the treasure?"

Black-haired youth: "Yes."

Emily looked at the other two colleagues asking for help, help, this person really can't chat.

Zhou Qian and Yun Huan hurriedly set up the stage for her, and the three of them chatted about the cue process one after another, thinking that the young seedlings who participated in the competition would come in quickly.

The young seedlings are sitting in a row outside. There are fifty contestants, some are vegans like Lin Sui, there are also Internet celebrities with their own popularity, and young singers who have debuted but have no splash. Amateur singers, discover treasures" slogan.

Everyone seems to form a small circle spontaneously, and the two next to Lin Sui are amateurs.

Du Bai is a student at the Conservatory of Music, and has won the title of the best singer on campus this year.

Mengmeng is a freelance illustrator and likes to sing. This time I just came to try it out. I didn't expect to pass the audition.

"We both thought you were an idol or an Internet celebrity, and it took a while before we dared to come over to say hello."

Mengmeng said in a low voice, her gaze kept on Lin Sui's face.

No way, the handsome guy is too good-looking.

As soon as she came in, she saw a young man with dark blue long sleeves sitting on the edge. His skin was so white that it seemed to reflect light under the light. He sat expressionless, giving people a cold and mysterious look. Ordinary people didn't dare to come over to say hello, they still muttered with Du Bai who was sitting next to him for a while before deciding to come together.

Lin Sui: "Everyone seems to think so, but I really don't have any acting experience."

Mengmeng: "I don't have much experience, and I feel that everyone is very good. I heard that almost half of them will be eliminated this time. I hope we can all play well!"

Du Bai said excitedly: "I heard that Teacher Sui'an is here, I don't know if it's true."

Lin Sui bent his lips: "I knew it when I performed."

The order of the performances was determined according to the order of the lottery. Lin Sui was not surprised to see his lower number.

The longer the wait, the more anticipation it can arouse.

Meng Meng is No. 13, and Du Bai is No. [-].

The number one draw was a bar singer named Zhu Si. She had short hair and a smoky voice. She smiled and said to everyone that she would go first, and everyone cheered for her.

After she entered, everyone discovered that there was a screen in the upper right corner, and the situation inside was broadcast simultaneously.

It's just that the instructors were not included in the scene, and even their voices were changed to keep the mystery.

Although it was the first performance, Zhu Si was very steady. She chose a song that best expressed her voice characteristics, and she sang without mistakes.

Mengmeng envied: "I'm not nervous at all, it's amazing, I sang well, I'm afraid I'll sing with my eyes closed when I go in."

"I wish Miss Si great."

"Sings so well!"

"This evaluation is definitely not low, so I can definitely pass it."

Everyone opened their mouths and stared at the screen.

Three instructors, each team can have nine people, the instructor chooses a candidate, once it becomes a robbery, the student can reverse the election.

Similar to the evaluations of the contestants, the instructors all gave good comments.

After all, this is the No.1 contestant, and his strength is not bad.

At this time, only a voice sounded: "There is more than enough skill, but not enough emotion."

Even the changed voice couldn't hide the coldness in his voice.

The owner of the voice also seemed to feel that he was throwing too much cold water, so he added: "It's too commercial, keep going."

Everyone whispered, some people think that they have to be said so for their good performance, the instructor is too harsh and poisonous, and some people think that the instructor is right and very professional.

Regardless of the voice, there is a consensus.

Du Bai: "This is too sharp, this style, I think it's the man right."

However, this is just the beginning, and the trainees will know what is called a real review nightmare.

This voice can always point out people's problems very directly, but whenever he gets a "good" comment, the students will burst into tears.

From being shocked at the beginning, the three instructors got used to it, but they would fight for any player Sui An said was good.

Mengmeng has already finished the competition, and it will be Du Bai's turn soon.

Du Bai's legs were trembling: "I thought I wouldn't be nervous, but why are my legs shaking."

"Don't be too nervous. It's just a matter of trying. It's best if you can be selected successfully. Even if you lose, you can get comments and know what went wrong with you."

Du Bai: "... These words really seem familiar."

Isn't it what he just said to comfort Mengmeng!Put it here for recycling!

But when Lin Sui said that, he calmed down a lot.

There are 50 contestants, and Lin Sui is No. 45.

When he got to Linsui, he walked through the corridor and stepped into the door.

Several mentors showed appreciation for the young people's faces, and at the same time, they also remembered what the director team said.

This person must be kept, even if it is a boast, and even if he can't sing well, he must be eliminated when necessary.

The guests at first thought that someone with a background came to play, but now that they think about it, it might be purely because this face is a selling point to attract ratings.

Yan Qin was still sitting in the corner without opening his eyes. Since it was a song review, he had to use his ears to decide, so he would not open his eyes until every contestant finished singing.

"Hello, teachers, my name is Lin Sui, and the next song I will sing is an original song "Blue"."

When a slightly familiar voice sounded, Yan Qin suddenly opened his eyes, staring at that face.

His first reaction: It's actually you!

Second reaction: How can I use my song to participate in this thing, how can I use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken!

The third reaction: why don't you look at me!

The lights in the scene were slightly dimmed, and the voice of the young man humming sounded like the crooning of a siren.

It was a mysterious and dangerous feeling, like a sailor sailing on a foggy and rainy day, lost in the turbulent current, and saw the looming beautiful mermaid sitting on the reef.

The tune is ethereal and ethereal, with the tactful melody of the violin, even with a touch of weirdness, but it is suitable for the feeling of youth.

Those present were professionals who knew the song was on a level beyond what an amateur performance should be.

Because of the time limit for the recording, the contestants sang fragments. When Lin Sui stopped, the three guests were a little bit unfinished.

They were not stingy with their words of praise, and Yun Huan, who had been relatively silent among the three mentors, said a lot.

"Did you make this original?"

"No, it was written to me by a kind person."

There was a smile on the young man's lips, and his eyes were curved.

A well-meaning person present: ...

"That person's level is very high. Although it's just a fragment, I feel that he has completely reached the level of singing. Teacher Sui'an, what do you think?"

Yan Qin was suddenly cueed, what he could say about the song he wrote, he could only nod.

Aimira, Zhou Qian, and Yun Huan all expressed their desire to join their team, waiting for comments from the flying guests.

The flying guest regrets it now, regrets it very much, why he only agreed to sign for one issue.

"You sing very well. This song is very suitable for you. It was perfectly interpreted by you. It's a pity that I didn't finish listening to it."

The first half of the song is written from the perspective of a sailor about his adventures, as if he had encountered an unreal dream, while the second half is written from the perspective of a mermaid, who seduced and devoured the sailor, and even his soul was destroyed. And accept it, admiring the delicacy of the prey.

Yan Qin felt that it would be more appropriate for Lin Sui to sing the last few verses.

After all, he is as ruthless as this mermaid, who suddenly appeared to seduce him, and then abandoned him mercilessly after using it.

Lin Sui met his deep eyes and understood what he meant, but smiled a little wider and didn't speak.

When it came time for the students to re-election, Yan Qin was expressionless and regretful.

Why did he only sign one term!

Lin Sui chose Yun Huan, shook hands with her, and exited through another passage, leaving the venue for the next singer.

Yan Qin really wanted to chase him out, so he resisted the urge.

He didn't leave here until the last few students finished recording, but when he reached the end of the corridor, he was a little dazed.

Lin Sui should have left long ago, where can he find him?

"Teacher Suian, are you looking for me?"

Standing beside the half-open corridor door was a young man in dark blue clothes, giving off a quiet and calm feeling.

Yan Qin walked into the corridor and closed the door of the corridor.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Of course, after this round, the next recording is the competition."

Lin Sui turned his head slightly to look at him: "I didn't expect to meet you here by such a coincidence, so I don't have to go find you."

"Teacher Suian, please write another song for me."

Amateur singers who have not yet made their debut and are not well-known express their thoughts as a matter of course, and they don't seem to think how unreasonable their demands are.

The young man's wrist was held and held above his head, and he was pressed against the cold tiled wall, shrouded in shadows.

"What do you think I am, a worthless music library?"

"How can it be worthless?" Lin Sui looked into Yan Qin's eyes and answered lazily, "I think I'm very valuable, doesn't Teacher Suian think so?"

The beautiful young man doesn't seem to feel that there is anything wrong with objectifying himself in this way, but this objectification is not self-deprecation with an insulting nature, nor is it arrogant self-boasting, but a publicity and presumptuous temptation.

This is a treasure that cannot be defined by value, and it is priceless.

"There is no need to use my song for a competition of this level."

Yan Qin looked at the young man's lips, and his tone was a bit stiff.

"But I just want to sing your song." Lin Sui raised his head slightly, looked directly into Yan Qin's eyes, and said in a playful tone, "I'm a very dedicated person."

"If you don't want to, then I have to regret that I can only find someone else in the future."

The strength on the wrist suddenly increased, and the young man's face was sullen, with a dark expression on his face.

Lin Sui added slowly: "Don't get me wrong, I mean spending money."

"Not everyone has your talent and value, Mr. Sui'an."

His tone is like a plain narration, but it falls on people's ears, but it makes people feel the supreme glory.

"Release," Lin Sui turned his wrist and complained a little, "You are using too much force."

Yan Qin's heart suddenly lost frequency. On that night, the eyes of the young man who was crushed were watery, and he also said in a tone of order and complaint that he hit too hard.

"I'll write for you."

"Don't look for anyone else."

Yan Qin's tone was still stiff, and he added, "There's no need to waste money."

It seems that it is all about Lin Sui's money, not other intentions.

If others heard this, their jaws would probably drop in shock. Others would not be able to wait in line, but some people let the ace composer rush to offer it exclusively.

Lin Sui's wrist was clenched with red marks, he rubbed it lightly, and the corners of his lips rose upon hearing this.

Yan Qin recalled the previous incident: "I asked your name, why didn't you reply to my message?"

The young man replied naturally: "If I am eliminated, there is no need for us to meet again, so why do you need to know my name?"

Yan Qin couldn't bear it anymore: "How can you be eliminated with my song, unless they are deaf."

He complained, "Then why didn't you send me any other messages?"

"Because you didn't say anything else to me afterwards."

Yan Qin paused, he didn't get a reply from Lin Sui for a long time, so he got into a fight, Lin Sui sent him a message, but he didn't send Lin Sui a message.

He thought it was Lin Sui who wanted something from him, but it turned out not to be the case, as if unconsciously, he fell into a disadvantage again.

But it didn't seem to matter, Yan Qin didn't want to hear him being angry anymore, so he couldn't bear to kiss his lips, irritable and eager.

After Lin Sui was let go, his breath was a little unsteady, and he murmured in his ear: "Let me remind you, although there is no surveillance in the corridor, if you want to do it here, I'm afraid someone will come in at any time."

Yan Qin didn't even think about being here at first, and he almost lost his mind when he was directly provoked by his words.

Lin Sui pushed him away with a smile, and stretched out his hand to him: "I'll wait for you in your car, key."

Yan Qin obediently took out the car keys, and when his reaction subsided, he took out the mask from his pocket and put it on again, pushed open the corridor door, returned to the corridor, and went to Xia Zhenyu's office.

Xia Zhenyu thought he was here to say goodbye, so she praised him first.

"Although your personality is not suitable for variety shows, I think you performed very well today. This is your style, and your professionalism is there."

Xia Zhenyu didn't think there was anything wrong with Yan Qin's comment, and Yan Qin's tone was not condescending. On the contrary, he felt that such a sharp comment could also arouse discussion, and if there was discussion, there would be a topic.

However, what Yan Qin wants to say is: "Can I fly for a few more episodes?"

"It's best to wait until this variety show ends."

Yan Qin no longer has any doubts about who the final champion of this variety show is, it must be Lin Sui.

He sang songs he wrote, and there was no way he would be eliminated.

Xia Zhenyu was shocked, wasn't it the man in front of him who firmly rejected him before?

"Are you sure, don't go back on your word?"

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"You're right, maybe look a lot, and look at these rough jades that have not been carved, and I will be able to get out of the bottleneck period."

Xia Zhenyu didn't think it was a difficult task, so she responded straight away: "Then I'll let the post-production edit it, let the editor pay attention, and change your status from a flying guest to an instructor. Then your responsibilities will be changed accordingly. , you not only have to be responsible for the professional comments and scoring of each issue, but also give pointers to those students when they encounter difficulties and ask for help."

After the program is edited, it will be aired next Friday. This week is just the time to officially promote it. It would be better for Yan Qin to be a resident guest.

"no problem."

Yan Qin left Xia Zhenyu's office contentedly, so that he could watch Lin Sui all the time.

Yan Qin rushed to the underground parking lot eagerly, where he found his car.

He turned on the co-pilot, and the young man in the back seat lay down on the armchair in front and looked at him with a smile: "Mr. Sui'an, are you going to let me drive? I don't know the way back to your home from here."

The car key swayed in his hand and was placed in Yan Qin's hand. When the key was handed over, the young man's warm fingers slid across Yan Qin's palm, causing Yan Qin to hold his hand subconsciously.

If there were special effects in the real world, Yan Qin would be on fire.

He tried his best to calm his breathing so that he could insert the car key while his hands were shaking, and directly stepped on the accelerator.

Yan Qin was driving under the speed limit all the way, and when he was about to reach his own community, he heard a young man's slightly regretful voice from the back seat of the car.

"It's a pity that the apartment you live in doesn't have its own garage, but a public underground parking lot."

Yan Qin looked into the young man's eyes from the rearview mirror: "Huh?"

"The public underground parking lot is monitored, and everything will be seen."

What Yan Qin didn't understand was that the fire in his heart was fueled by others, so he made a sharp turn ahead and ran towards another place.

The young man asked innocently, "Where is this going?"

Yan Qin endured the slight bulge of veins on his forehead, and his voice seemed to come out of his back molars: "I have a villa with a garage."

Lin Suixiao's body trembled, it was so interesting, it was so interesting to tease Yan Qin.

Seeing him smiling happily, Yan Qin took a deep breath.

How happy he would laugh this time, how hard he must make him cry in a while.

In the garage, there were voices of conversation.

"The car is still on."

"Open, no air-conditioning, I'm afraid you'll be hot."