The position C of Qiansui Square was taken by Jiang Yuebai. Although the remaining eight boys were very angry, since several other powerful competition groups did not win this position, everyone's mentality was fairly balanced.

As for Jiang Yuebai's group?

It belongs to the non-competitive garbage group, so don't worry about it.

Yin Zhian cursed when he left dragging his drum kit: "Damn it, occupying the latrine and not being able to poop, how fast is it worth running?"

Jiang Guanzhu said slowly: "I can't pull it out, why don't you squat here and watch?"

Yin Zhian: "..."

"Okay." Yin Zhian's partner frowned, "Don't argue here, don't waste time, you don't want to win, I still want to win."

The five groups were separated in all directions, and the distance was kept wide so as not to affect each other.

Lin Mo connected the microphone and mobile phone, turned on the stereo, then held up the microphone, staring blankly at the people coming and going, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Soon Yin Zhian's group started working.

Yin Zhian raised the drumstick and knocked it down with a bang. Many people in the square turned their heads when the sound went down, but not many stopped, most of them were just curious.

But a small group of girls wandering around the flower platform suddenly started to move. The group of girls were not very old, and they ran towards Yin Zhian with small steps.

Yin Zhian raised his eyelids and glanced lightly, then quickly looked back. Yin Zhian's partner cooperated with Yin Zhian and played the electric guitar very handsomely.

Soon more than ten girls surrounded Yin Zhian, while the other groups had almost no audience.

With the participation of more than a dozen girls, coupled with people's herd mentality, and some passers-by, they stopped one after another.

The advantages of Yin Zhian's group were revealed. The photographer picked a place not too far away to start shooting, and the artist assistant also recorded at the same time. This group took the lead in entering the state.

Yao Kaifeng urged Tong He: "We have to hurry up, so that the traffic won't come back for a while."

Tong He hummed twice, and pressed down on the keys with both hands.

Lin Mo hugged the microphone and looked left and right enviously. He wanted to sing, but he was a little afraid to speak.

Passers-by cast curious and puzzled looks at Lin Mo, which made Lin Mo feel nervous.

Suddenly the music sounded softly, and Jiang Yuebai, who was squatting on the ground and tinkering with the stereo, started Lin Mo's first accompaniment.

The accompaniment Lin Mo has listened to and sung countless times. It is a popular love song that easily resonates. As long as Lin Mo is in good condition, he will not worry about not attracting the audience.

Lin Mo started to sing, with his head down, with pink on his cheeks, buzzing, buzzing, his voice was as soft as Mozi Shanmu... Yumu... Sanzheng... Xili....

Even if Jiang Yuebai turned up the volume of the stereo to the maximum, he couldn't suppress the movement from the four corners at all.

The four groups had already started to attract the audience, only Lin Mo's performing arts team occupied the best position, and there was no one in front of them.

Lin Mo, whose voice was already small, sang softer and softer, until he could hardly hear it clearly.

Jiang Guanzhu: "???"

What's going on here?

The little bit of self-confidence that Lin Mo had finally ignited was about to be extinguished.

Guanzhu Jiang lowered his head and rummaged in his backpack, finally found his big lunch box, removed the steamed buns, and placed the empty lunch box in front of Lin Mo's toes.

Lin Mo moved the microphone away: "...Xiao Baibai, what are you doing..."

Jiang Yuebai sat cross-legged on the ground and said in a very Buddhist way: "If we are like this, we will be kicked out of the company tomorrow. Instead of waiting to pack up and leave, it is better to take the opportunity to beg for food. Come and take a look! Unemployed young man Please help!"

Lin Mo: "???"

Jiang Yuebai howled loudly, and soon a few elder sisters walking around with their hands behind their backs looked over.

The handsome boy shouted for help from the unemployed young man, and the elders and sisters were very curious, and walked to Jiang Yuebai in a leisurely manner.

The boy sitting on the ground raised his face, his face was stained with sunlight, his eyes were smiling, and he looked like it wasn't too difficult.

"What's the matter?" An elder sister asked, "How can you come out to beg for food?"

Jiang Guanzhu said with a smile: "Sisters, this is not called begging, this is called performing arts, the rules of the world, the rich will hold a money market, and those who have no money will hold a personal market. After a while, we will jump up, no money, but troublesome The applause should be louder."

It turned out to be a show.

A few elder sisters looked around, and there were several buskers in the square, but other buskers copied a lot of guys, only these two, except for a microphone and a stereo, were empty-handed, similar to the usual beggars.

"Why didn't you bring any cotton?" The eldest sister in the red coat gestured twice in front of her, "This, da da da da."

Guanzhu Jiang said: "Although I don't have any cotton pads, I can crush boulders on my chest, step on light bulbs with my feet, and press iron nails with my bare hands. Can they do it?"

Several big sisters laughed together, why is there a big stone in the chest?Today's young people really love to joke.

As a result, the pretty young man unhurriedly took out an iron nail from his bag, half the length of his palm, pinched the nail cap with two fingers, pointed it at the cement brick under his feet, and turned it around. Turned around and went in.

Onlookers: "Wow——"

In fact, the elder sisters didn't know whether it was true or not, they just thought it was interesting, more interesting than the clanging drum set.

So the elder sisters began to collectively boo: "One more! One more!"

But the handsome boy stood up from the ground, patted the dust behind him, stretched out his right index finger and shook it gently.

"Don't play this." Jiang Yuebai said with the corners of her lips curled up, "Change to another one. It's boring to play alone, we want everyone to cheer up, get up, come on!"

Chi Wang sat in the back seat and scolded Xu Yingzhuo: "You don't pretend?! You fucking said you didn't pretend?! Do you dare to say it again?!"

Xu Yingzhuo: "..."

Xu Yingzhuo was wearing a suit of black, big black sunglasses, black tight short-sleeved T-shirt, black leggings, and black high-end leather shoes, so that the tendons and flesh all over his body were stretched out at a glance, expensive and super vulgar.

The hairstyle is combed back, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a famous watch on his wrist, tattoos on both arms, a green dragon on the left and a white tiger on the right, and a big gold chain around his neck.

Chi Rong is also dressed in black, but Chi Rong's highlight is wearing a golden wig, which echoes Xu Yingzhuo's big gold chain.

Chi Rong's tight-fitting black suit outlines a bumpy figure. Sunglasses cover most of his face. His red lips are like flames. He is stepping on eight centimeter high heels and stands next to Xu Yingzhuo.

"I've waited for two full hours just to get you two bad looks!" Chi Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up! What if there is no one there later, what if he gets hit?! Morning If I know, I won’t take the two of you with me, and the trouble of dawdling is dead!”

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