I have a special skill to handle the national younger brother

Zhan Yuxing is not very good at rejecting people, especially the look in the eyes of Shang Heying, he is still defeated.

"Okay, then I'll draw for you first." Zhan Yuxing put aside the one he hadn't written much, revealing the new paper underneath.

Only then did He Ying let out a pleasant "hmm", lowered her head and continued to write the lyrics seriously.

Zhan Yuxing had to admit that the quiet He Ying was indeed a very qualified model.Whether it's the outstanding appearance or the hands holding the pen, even subtle movements reveal good upbringing.

Unknowingly, Zhan Yuxing became more and more serious in painting, and the whole living room was only left with the subtle swishing sound of the pencil rubbing against the paper, and when He Ying was writing from time to time, the decorative ring on the little finger accidentally touched the table The occasional jingle.

When Zhan Yuxing finished finishing the details and put down his pen, He Ying also finished writing the lyrics for the two verses.

"The painting is not very good." Leaving aside all kinds of prejudices, Zhan Yuxing feels that he can't portray a ten-thousandth of this person's demeanor with just brushstrokes.

He Ying took the paper and looked at it very seriously, the more he looked at it, the more curious his mood got better and better.

Zhan Yuxing painted very carefully, including all the details visible to the naked eye into this painting.

The silver-black ring worn on the little finger of the left hand, the mole on the outer side of the little finger that He Ying didn't usually notice, the depression on the edge of the knuckle when holding the pen, the two silver earrings on the right ear, and the broken earrings on the forehead. Hair, the pattern on the collar of the white T-shirt...

"Thank you Brother Yuxing for the gift." After He Ying finished speaking, she took it upstairs with a smile.

Zhan Yuxing was stunned, not wanting to understand how this painting was named as a gift from himself to the other party.

However, a sudden "呲啦" in the kitchen immediately attracted Zhan Yuxing's full attention.Mu Zeyu didn't know what was wrong, he jumped up and down in a hurry, and there was a lot of smoke in front of him.

Zhan Yuxing hurried over: "What's wrong?"

"Yanyanyan! What should I do? It won't catch fire, right?" Mu Zeyu, the kitchen novice, panicked.

Zhan Yuxing only glanced at it, quickly turned off the fire, and opened the window wide to let in air: "It's okay, don't panic, the fire is too big, and the meatballs haven't been completely thawed, and the water hasn't drained, just throw it down for sure." It will smoke."

"Scared me to death..." Mu Zeyu patted his chest.

"Wait for a while when the smoke clears and the oil cools down. Pour it out and make it again. I can help you." Zhan Yuxing stood aside and instructed him to operate.

"Okay." This time, Mu Zeyu didn't refuse Zhan Yuxing's help, and stood aside obediently.

But because of the noise he made just now, several people on the second floor heard it and pushed open the door to come out.

"What happened?" Wen Kanxi leaned on the handrail of the corridor on the second floor and looked down.

"It's okay, the fryer is on, it will be ready in a while." Zhan Yuxing signaled them not to worry.

Although Wu Xu still had a cold face, he still asked worriedly: "Why don't we help together?"

"It's okay, I'm here, you are busy." Compared with Wen Kanxi, who has to work at home, and Wu Xu and He Ying, who can write songs, Zhan Yuxing feels that this is all he can do. up.

"Then call us if necessary." Wu Xu was still not at ease.

"Okay." Zhan Yuxing had just finished answering when he saw He Ying coming down and standing outside the kitchen looking at them.

Not knowing if the other party had any needs, Zhan Yuxing asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, brother Yuxing, call me for help." He Ying stood for a while, seeing that Zhan Yuxing didn't intend to ask him to help, she sat down at a table not far away.

Of course, Zhan Yuxing would not ask him to help, but fortunately, there was nothing to do, so after rewashing the pot, he helped Mu Zeyu put the melted meatballs into the pot.

Compared with Mu Zeyu's slow start, with the addition of Zhan Yuxing, the progress is obviously much faster.

At 11:30, the sumptuous lunch was brought to the table, and this time He Ying was in charge of holding the dishes.

The five people sat down around the dining table. Compared with the cramped time when the program was first recorded last night, the number of topics they talked about increased significantly.

"Speaking of which, I found that there is a dancing mat in my room." Mu Zeyu felt that the meal he cooked by himself today was extra delicious, and he finished chewing a big mouthful of meatballs before speaking.

"You can take it out to play in the afternoon." Wen Kanxi usually looks very serious, and as an idol, he also loves singing and dancing very much.

"Okay, it just so happens that I haven't practiced much dance recently, and my body is going to rust." Mu Zeyu moved his arms, eager to try.

Wu Xu also had no objection: "Okay, it happens that the song is almost finished."

"Let us hear it next time, you have written so much." Because Windfall has never had a chance to fit together, and there has never been a new song or a new stage, so the songs written by Wu Xu have always been dusty.

"Hum a random passage, listen to it." After Wu Xu finished speaking, he hummed casually.

It is a simple chorus part, without much complicated singing skills, but the tune is easy to remember, easy to catch, and it sounds very comfortable rhythm.

After Zhan Yuxing finished listening, he repeated it again, his curiosity was completely filled: "I really want to see the whole song."

"There will be a chance." Wu Xu mentioned the song he wrote, and finally there was a faint smile on his face.

"Speaking of which, didn't you talk about singing when you were doing the task in the morning? What song did you sing?"

"Teacher Sun Yan's "White Water Ballad"." He Ying replied.

"What? "Ballad of White Water"?" Mu Zeyu's voice suddenly rose, "This song is very beautiful but very difficult to sing!"

"Yes, every time Mu Zeyu goes to KTV, he has to order it, and every time he has to make a loud noise." Wen Kanxi teased beside him.

"Hey, KK, you are going too far, I am the boss anyway, do you understand respecting the old and loving the young!" Mu Zeyu pointed at himself and desperately emphasized that he was the oldest in the group.

Zhan Yuxing watched them play tricks and giggled beside them.

He Ying had never participated in the KTV gathering of these people, so he couldn't get in the conversation.

"But the note is too high, you two... Xing Xing sang it, right?" Wen Kanxi said, his eyes fell on Zhan Yuxing.

"Yes, how many points do you guess?" He Ying pretended to let them guess the score. Speaking of which, only the two parties at this table knew the score.

"Still scoring?"

"It's sung on the KTV scoring machine, guess the score."

"Blindly guess 85, the maximum is 88." Mu Zeyu stroked his chin and guessed, "If you want me to come up to 58, give me some face, there can be no more stars than 88."

"Impossible, Brother Yuxing must be ninety." Wu Xu is someone who knows Zhan Yuxing's vocal range better. Although he doesn't usually perform well, he should get a high score if he performs well.

"I also think that there should be ninety, but it's a bit difficult to go higher." Obviously, the difficulty of singing "Bai Shui Ballad" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Wen Kanxi only made a guess that he thinks is more suitable.

Zhan Yuxing scratched his head, he didn't know how to respond, to be honest, he felt that his 96 points were completely extraordinary.

However, He Ying seemed much more irritable than him: "You all guessed wrong, Brother Yu Xing scored 96 points."

"How much?!" Mu Zeyu immediately jumped up.

"96." Seeing that he didn't believe it, He Ying repeated it twice, "9696!"

"I'll go, I'm so good, then I'll be 69 at most." Mu Zeyu won some credit for himself.

Everyone didn't hold back and laughed directly.After laughing, Wen Kanxi praised: "Although our group is muddled, it's awesome, and Yuxing's 96 points alone can be used to brag about it."

"It's just a scoring machine, it doesn't count." Zhan Yuxing was embarrassed by the praise.

"Why doesn't it count? Didn't Mu Ze speak, he went to sing up to 69, and you are already very good at 96." He Ying said seriously.

Zhan Yuxing looked at him, blushing even more.

"Youngest, it's not you 96, why are you so excited? Also, don't step on me when you're excited! There's also a second, you have to call me brother!" It's just a day of getting along, and Mu Zeyu is no longer afraid of He Ying. Obviously, he was completely deceived by He Ying under the camera.

He Ying just "hummed" and ignored it.

Mu Ze clenched his chopsticks tightly: "Stinky boy! Dance this afternoon to see how I can crush you!"

"That's probably not possible. Have you forgotten the youngest underground origin? Resign yourself to fate. At best, you are the joker of the whole group." Wu Xu usually doesn't talk much, but he doesn't lag behind when he hurts people.

"If I lose, I will cook tomorrow." He Ying raised her eyebrows, "How is it?"

As soon as Zhan Yuxing heard him say that, he knew that he would definitely not lose.

Mu Zeyu looked at him suspiciously: "Can you cook? Don't fry the pan like me!"

"He will, just..." Zhan Yuxing originally wanted to say "only in his own kitchen", but suddenly remembered that this information was in the original text, which was not recorded in the original note, so he added the second half He held back the words.

"Just what?" Mu Zeyu asked.

"No..." Zhan Yuxing smacked his lips.

He Ying glanced at Zhan Yuxing unexpectedly, this person, or the person under this skin, seemed to know him very well.

"It's only in my own kitchen, so I won't lose." He Ying withdrew her thoughts, and answered Mu Zeyu's question first, "Brother Mu Zeyu, if you lose... the day the show aired, you wore Let’s post women’s clothing on Weibo, how about it?”

Although He Ying is not familiar with the members of the group, but because he participated in the selection of the group at the beginning, he knew that Mu Zeyu was once on the trending search because of the appearance of women's clothing, and it became popular for a while.But this is a dark history for Muze language.

Mu Zeyu scolded "stinky boy" in his heart, but he still agreed, and choked back: "If you have the ability, you can also post on Weibo in women's clothing!"

"Yes." He Ying agreed without hesitation.

Zhan Yuxing sat on the sidelines and mourned for Mu Zeyu. For He Ying, this was a sure-fire bet. It was pitiful, pitiful, and he was so bullied.

The author has something to say:

He Ying: Brother’s 96 is mine, brother’s is mine, brother’s is mine, hehe.

Zhan Yuxing: You have a thick skin...