Who will let you kiss me? [Entertainment]

Probably because of the sudden change of face, Ling Quan himself didn't know how to handle it well, and when he spoke, the ending sound rose a little too much, which sounded a bit artificial.Ji Zhuo was sitting well at first, but when he saw that Ling Quan was not tense like this, he leaned back and laughed.

The expression on Ling Quan's face became brilliant, and the perfectly curved smile froze at the corner of his mouth, slowly pursing into a line, the spring breeze under his eyes turned into winter rain, and his eyes could freeze to death.

If it were someone else, they might really not be able to stand Ling Quan's ambiguous appearance in what he said just now, but Ji Zhuo is fine, he laughed enough, and the little anger in his heart disappeared.He pushed the oden to Ling Quan again: "Eat it, it's all your favorite food."

The reason why Ling Quan changed his face was not that he was really cowardly.At first he was stunned when he heard what Ji Zhuo said, but then he realized that Ji Zhuo was bluffing him—there are many precedents of being maliciously edited, he should indeed be cautious in his words and deeds in front of the camera, but just now he said Even if those words are very hot, it won't do any good to the program group if it gets out. It's impossible for the program group to be killed just because he didn't cooperate with the script to fire the CP.

There is something disgusting about Ji Zhuo in him.Who knew that Ji Zhuo was not disgusted, he still looked at him with a smile, and insisted on letting him eat.

Ling Quan didn't move, he faintly felt that Ji Zhuo's words were a bit weird, as if he was deliberately saying polite words, but the food in that bowl was really his favorite.

Heck.

Just when Ling Quan was silent, a staff member came in and put the mic on Ji Zhuo again.

This was unexpected by Ji Zhuo, he raised his head and asked, "Do you really want to record it or cut it in?"

"Materials, the more the better." The staff patted the shoulders of the two respectively, and went out again.

There were only two of them left in the practice room.Ji Zhuo asked again: "You really don't want to eat?"

Ling Quan remained silent.

Ji Zhuo said again: "Do you think that as long as you don't provide material, the program team has nothing to cut?"

Ling Quan: "..." I really think so.

Before Ling Quan just thought it was troublesome and unnecessary to fire CP, even if he was not very polite when he refused, in fact he didn't have any special likes and dislikes towards Ji Zhuo himself.But now the balance in his heart gradually began to tilt towards the annoying side.

He had already fallen into a state of anxiety because his writing was not going well, although it was his own business, and there was no point in blaming others.

But Ji Zhuo's various performances alone are enough to annoy him.He had already vetoed the business matter, but this person kept posting it one after another, and even threatened him with his collapse.

It's really disgusting.

Ling Quan let out a sigh of relief: "I want to write lyrics now, I don't have time to play with you."

Ji Zhuo smiled, got up and bypassed Ling Quan, picked up the tablet issued by the program group, and played the accompaniment of Ling Quan's rap by himself.

Ling Quan frowned: "You have to..."

The second half of Ling Quan's sentence was submerged into the music, and it was unclear whether Ji Zhuo didn't hear it or pretended not to hear it.In short, Ji Zhuo sang a freyle without warning after shaking for two eight beats.

At first Ling Quan was emotional and just felt noisy.After hearing these two sentences, he unconsciously sat up straight.

When Ji Zhuo raps, his voice is slightly different from his usual speech, and the subwoofer draws people's attention.

Ji Zhuo made it up on the spur of the moment, but it doesn’t look unfamiliar at all. The words are used a little casually, but they still stick to the theme of the song, and the voice is catchy enough. He even changed the flow twice in a short passage... Technically, it can’t be said that What a play, as an impromptu performance, it has far exceeded the passing line.

It turns out that this person doesn't know anything.

When Ling Quan was thinking this way, he heard Ji Zhuo sing the last line, and cue him: "It's your turn."

Ling Quan: "...?" The singing is not bad, but it is too inexplicable.

Ji Zhuo raised his chin: "If you are a man, you can fight for a hundred rounds."

Ling Quan: "..."

There was no response, and Ji Zhuo, who had already finished the performance, got stuck in the rhythm again: "He wants to write a song, he doesn't want to hand in a blank paper, his head is like an empty shell, and he draws circles on the paper. Haha."

These few short and single-spelled words undoubtedly made Ling Quan yin and yang strange, Ling Quan squinted his eyes, moved his wrist joints and stood up.

Ji Zhuo took a step back: "What are you doing? Don't you want to do it? The underground battles are like this. I have restrained myself without dirty words."

Can you bear it if you are output by someone's face?Ling Quan didn't care about the camera or not, rolled his eyes at Ji Zhuo, and spent a few seconds quickly calculating the current situation.

BattleMC is a very important branch of underground rap, and Ling Quan naturally knows it too.It's just that he's not really keen on rap, all his knowledge and skills are learned from the teachers assigned by the company, and he has never been exposed to underground rap, let alone freylebattle and the like.

Objectively speaking, after listening to Ji Zhuo's passage, Ling Quan knew that the other party was superior to him in terms of strength and adaptability.

To say where he has an advantage, it is probably because before Ji Zhuo came, he already had many rudiments of words and sentences in his mind, but at that time he felt that none of them were perfect enough to expand.However, the situation was urgent at this time, and Ji Zhuo still looked at him with a half-smile while looking at him provocatively...

Ling Quan threw the unnecessary hesitation out of his head, and randomly picked a sentence at the beginning.

Both sides of the battle were basically attacking each other with words, Ling Quan didn't, Ling Quan directly used words, and they still followed the path of narrative songs.

Ji Zhuo was not surprised. He had already guessed that a person who had never played freylebattle would find it difficult to deal with opponents with ease when playing for the first time.

It is better to say that it is Ji Zhuo's original intention to let Ling Quan read the words.

Ji Zhuo came to the practice room, originally intending to see people and leave, but when he came, he saw Ling Quan worrying about the paper, Ling Quan was worried, so he couldn't help worrying.

How easy it is to write rap words, Ji Zhuo has written a lot, and after seeing Ling Quan's appearance, he estimated his situation at eight or nine.

It's not that Ling Quan can't really write, but that he is a little bit of perfectionism, and he always feels that the sentences are not polished well, so he can't write.

If there is enough time, it is not impossible to grind like this, but as far as Ji Zhuo knows, their group will have to hand in their speeches tomorrow. Rap mentor is a very scary person, if he fails to hand in, Ling Quan may lose his skin.

In this case, it is more appropriate to write down the idea first and then modify it.

It's just that Ling Quan would not want to listen to him if he said it directly, even if he listened to it, he might not be able to do it with his turbulent character.Ji Zhuo thought for a while, and decided to use the simplest and rude method to whip up Spring.

That's why he broadcast the accompaniment for no reason to provoke others.

Ling Quan's voice is not thick and thick, but with a bit of clarity unique to young people. His mouth is like a jade stone, but in order to match the style of the song, the pure boyish voice is lowered a bit. The two phases blend, and his lyrics The fledgling and enthusiastic young warrior is very suitable.

Perhaps due to the pressure, the words that were originally stuck on the tip of Ling Quan's pen were no longer sluggish when they came out of his mouth.He didn't have time to think carefully, and the next sentence followed immediately after one sentence.As the two came back and forth, Ji Zhuo also searched for more exciting words in his thesaurus, and the changes in flow and rhyme became more complicated.

Under this kind of pressure, Ling Quan is getting better and better.Later, some words were no longer brewed in his mind in advance, and many of them were blurted out by him and played on the whim.The words he read were still unpolished, but they were full of appeal and imagery.

He continued to read more than a dozen sentences like a flood, and finally stopped. Ling Quan felt a little out of breath, which was comparable to practicing a moderate-intensity dance.The accompaniment was still flowing in the room, Ji Zhuo didn't continue to pick it up, but clapped his hands: "You are also very good, the next few triple bets made me dizzy...Your lyrics are so good, you What are you worrying about all night?"

Ling Quan was still immersed in the excitement of creating a whole section of semi-improvisation at one time, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.He paused, seeming to understand something: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Ling Quan was worried all night because he was hesitant to write, and because of this unconventional battle, he unexpectedly smoothed out his words.

I don't know whether Ji Zhuo did it on purpose or by mistake, but regardless of his original intention, he helped Ling Quan solve a small problem.

Ling Quan's mood was a bit complicated, after all, he was still thinking that the other party was annoying just now, but he accidentally owed him a favor.

Ji Zhuo was noncommittal, turned off the accompaniment, and returned to his bowl of oden: "It's a pity that this bowl has been cooled..."

Ling Quan hesitated on the spot for a while, and finally moved to Ji Zhuo, who was squatting aside and eating with no manners at all: "Don't eat when it's cold."

Ji Zhuo looked up at him: "It's shameful to waste food."

"...Didn't you buy this for me? If you want to eat it, I should eat it." Ling Quan turned his face away, put his hands on the back of his neck and pinched his neck, "If you want to eat, I will buy a new one for you. you."

Ji Zhuo looks at Ling Quan like an alien.

Ling Quan: "Will you go?"

Ji Zhuo got up immediately: "Let's go."

Ling Quan picked the wheat, and asked again: "Did someone pick that dancer in your group?"

Although Ling Quan said that he wanted to buy a new supper, Ji Zhuo still picked up the oden that had been neglected all night, and replied: "Yes, Gu Zexing is picking it up, so he will teach us tomorrow."

After walking a few steps outside, Ling Quan said bluntly again: "If you don't go to bed so early later, I can teach you."

"That's not necessary," Ji Zhuo refused flatly, "Oh, by the way, I came to you tonight because I had something else to tell you. If you don't like the business, let's not do it. I didn't think much about it. Some don’t.”

Ling Quan: "..." Can he retract what he wanted to teach Ji Zhuo?