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Satisfied, Tang Zhuojian waited in the backstage more leisurely, until the staff came to inform, Wei Qing also came down, Tang Zhuojian knew that the performance was over half.

"I invite your national husband, national band, night lights, and special guests, Tang Zhuojian!"

The cheers from the audience were astonishingly loud. It was rare for Tang Zhuojian to wear formal costumes and have his hair done. Although he didn't particularly like it himself, it was okay, so he went on stage with the night light band like this.

After rehearsing for half a month, the due tacit understanding has been established. This is also the first time that Ye Deng brought a guest chorus when he appeared in the form of a band.

Two people stood on the stage, each occupying a top light, and when a beam of white light came down, it was the most dazzling presence in the entire scene.

This is Tang Zhuojian's favorite place, as if he was born to stand here, without any hesitation, even if Wei Qing, who is more well-known than him, is next to him, even if the pressure hits like overwhelming.

The first string of the guitar was plucked, and the scene fell silent.

Tang Zhuojian's personal singing style is close to that of the Night Light Band, more independent and more individual, so when Wei Qing finishes singing and Tang Zhuojian picks up, everyone is amazed at the high degree of integration of these two timbres.

The most special frequency bands of the two people's timbres are just staggered, and each other is clear and distinctive, complementing each other. Coupled with the psychedelic rock orchestration, the whole scene is drunk.

The difference between professional and amateur is as far as it goes. Even in the chorus, the main melody part is mostly sung by Wei Qing. Tang Zhuojian, as a polyphonic part, always sets off the color of the main part, with perfect pitch and rhythm.

Bie Han was still watching there, with a slight smile and a surging mood.

Some people are really born to do something, and no difficulty can stop him.

At the end of the song, there were vigorous applause and screams. Several people on the stage walked together and bowed to the audience, and retreated to the backstage.

The game continued, and for the real protagonist, it was just halftime.

But Tang Zhuo Jian's performance is over, and the next thing is to wait for Xiao to come back.

Anyway, he wasn't the champion, Tang Zhuojian didn't bother to see how he was singing, so he went straight to the mixing console.

"Yo? You walk with the wind?" Bie Han looked at Tang Zhuojian walking over with a smile all over his face, and couldn't help but want to make fun of him.

"Heh, who are you? Why are you talking to me?" Tang Zhuo saw that the performance was over, the pressure in his heart was gone, and his whole body was floating.

Bie Han didn't hate him, but took a look at his attire, this look was caught by Tang Zhuojian, and he asked casually, "How is it? Am I handsome?"

"Handsome, beat me a bit." Bie Han said seriously.

Tang Zhuojian felt that he was going to throw up, and he said angrily, "Yes! Yes, dear! I suggest you check your brain!"

"Dear?"

"Dear!"

A staff member passed by, gave them a strange look, and walked away quickly in horror.

"...Do it!" Tang Zhuojian immediately returned to normal, and didn't want to talk to Bie Han about anything.

"Would you like to watch it offstage? Or can you go back to the hotel first?" Bie Han asked him.Tang Zhuo saw that everything was fine, but he still had to wait for the whole game to end.

Tang Zhuowian shook his head, pulled a stool over and sat down: "I'll wait for you right here."

"it is good."

There are countless indescribable colors revealed between the two people's words. There are many staff members standing not far away, and they noticed that the people here have their own strengths and weaknesses in their hearts.

"Do you think they look like a couple?"

"picture!"

"Who goes up and who goes down?"

"Hey, sound mixer, right? It seems that the attribute of attack is more obvious?"

"The singer who sang with Wei Qing is also full of aura!"

"I don't know, maybe they attack each other?"

"Well...it's also possible."

Bie Han: "..."

Glancing at Tang Zhuojian, who was staring at the stage seriously, forget it, just pretend not to hear.

After the whole performance ended at [-] o'clock, Xiao Hui took the sixth place, but he seemed to have known it a long time ago, so he happily dragged Tang Zhuojian and waited for Bie Han and Ma Yi to finish it with him, and the four of them went back together hotel.

Wei Qing invited Tang Zhuojian to attend the celebration banquet, but Bie Han said he was too tired and didn't want to go, so he rejected Wei Qing.Seeing that Tang Zhuo couldn't go, and Xiao didn't want to go back, Ma Yi felt that he must go to the sea for a meal, so he followed.

When they got back to the hotel, the two of them started to pack their things, and they flew back to Chengdu the next afternoon.

"Does this dress belong to you?" Tang Zhuo saw that when he was putting away the clothes in the closet, he suddenly couldn't tell whose clothes belonged to him, so he simply took them out and made the bed.

Bie Han glanced at it, and said in distaste: "Does it look like mine? Don't you know how much shorter you are than me...?"

Are you much shorter?Tang Zhuojian stood up straight, and solemnly walked to Bie Han's side: "You stand still! I see... a lot? That's it, if it's more than five centimeters, you call me Dad?"

Tang Zhuojian stretched out his thumb and index finger to compare the distance, obviously at most five centimeters, Biehan at best is 1.8 meters five or eight six.

"Okay, what you said is right." Bie Han didn't argue with him, picked out his clothes from the pile of clothes, folded them, and put them neatly into his suitcase.

The whole room was put away, and the toiletries that were needed in the morning were left, and everything else was put into the suitcase. After a day of tossing, the two of them went back to bed after washing.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, Tang Zhuojian had nothing else to do, but he followed Bie Han to Wu Wei's company, and copied all the recording data of the previous day's performance into a mobile hard drive, intending to bring it back to Chengdu and send it back.

That afternoon, the three people who went to Beijing together returned to Chengdu Shuangliu Airport.

After more than half a month of trip to Beijing, the first thing he did when he returned to Chengdu was to have a happy meal of hot pot. Unfortunately, Ma Yi said that he missed his pasta and wanted to go back to make pasta. Only Tang Zhuojian and Bie Han went.

Afterwards, Tang Zhuojian lay dead body at home for many days. After sleeping in the hotel for so long, he felt that he was the most free at home alone, and he could walk freely without wearing clothes.

The game has never been launched. Fortunately, not long after he went to Beijing, the first kill on the Taiwan server was taken down, and there was no team to play after that, so it was not considered absent.

It still takes months from the end of one raid to the start of another.When Tang Zhuojian logged into the game again, he only saw that Cold had been offline for 16 days, probably because he hadn't been online for a day or two after the first kill.

Alas... I want to re-establish my impression.

[公][a piece of candy]: Ann...

[公][cleft palate]: Ann!

[Public] [Hengshan Meixue]: Good evening.

[Public] [A piece of candy]: Why are there so few people?

[Public] [Hengshan Meixue]: There is no group fight.

[Public][Yokoyama Mixue]: Cold didn't come either.

[Public] [A piece of candy]: Won't you serve it again?

[Public][Hengshan Meixue]: I don’t know, maybe he will, he just said that he won’t lead a group, he didn’t say that he won’t be online.

[公][嘎嘎嘎]: At the meeting, those who don’t bring regiments or liver equipment, and brush up their mounts for achievements will still come. I’m busy during this time.

[Public] [A piece of candy]: When will it be held?

[Gong][Quack quack]: I don't know, it depends on his mood.

[Public] [A piece of candy]: I want to tell him something.

[public][quack quack]: ==

Tang Zhuo Jian knew that Ga Ga Ga must have remembered the first thing he told him that he wanted to be friends with Cold.

Lively, the wolf is coming.

[Public] [One piece of candy]: Can you tell me when Cold is about to come on?

[Public] [quack quack]: Good.

[公][Brown sugar glutinous rice cake]: Ann!

[公][a piece of candy]: Thank you.

[公][a piece of candy]: Ann.

[Public] [A piece of candy]: I haven't seen you before.

[公][Hengshan Meixue]: During the few days when you were away, you replaced your pastor.

[Male] [A piece of candy]: Oh, thank you for your hard work.

[公][Brown sugar glutinous rice cake]: It’s okay XDD, they say I’m not as good as your breast milk.

[公][a piece of candy]: Alright, come on.

[公][Brown sugar glutinous rice cake]: XDD～

[公][Hengshan Meixue]: Ciba comes to milk prison 13.

Without Cold, there are only World of Warcraft left. Tang Zhuojian thinks this is true, and he doesn't want to go to the wild group to fight the few bosses he hasn't kept up with. Not a single mount was released, so I had to give up, turn off the computer, and go to sleep.

The whole of Chengdu has already cooled down, and thin coats are no longer enough to keep warm, and some people have even turned on the heating.

Tang Zhuo saw that he was absent from classes for a whole month, and no one made it difficult for him when he went to the teacher to cancel them one by one. The teacher liked this polite, well-behaved and sensible child, so he did not report his absenteeism to the Academic Affairs Office. His nose was gray.

"Your wings are hardened, and you are no longer in sight. What are you doing here? I'm ready to go." Li Shirui said coldly. He put away his bag and planned to leave the piano room.

Tang Zhuojian knew that he had done something wrong, and he had already angered him, and in the end he went to Beijing to participate in the show, which was rejected repeatedly in front of the teacher, he lowered his voice and apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. "

"Your fault?" It's rare for Tang Zhuojian to lower his figure, after all, he is also a fearless person, bowing his head and apologizing, which is rare.

"Okay, then tell me, who brought you to the competition?" Li Zhirui didn't leave, and simply sat down and questioned Tang Zhuojian.

"Yes... I didn't participate in the competition, I just sang a few harmony songs. I'm not a contestant." Tang Zhuojian jumped off the topic and chose another point that Li Shirui might be interested in.

Sure enough, Li Shirui didn't ask who took him there, he sneered: "It's just a few harmony songs, yes, I went on stage with the night light band and only sang a harmony sound. Only the dean will be happy about this, he I also posted a post on Moments to praise Tang Zhuojian, an outstanding student of our school, then guess what I think?"

Tang Zhuojian didn't speak.

Li Zhirui put on a disgusting expression and said: "I think you are a white-eyed wolf. Yes, you Tang Zhuojian is arrogant and talented, and now you have a group of fans, and you showed your face with Ye Deng again. There is no need for me to beg my father to tell my grandmother to help you get a chance to be on stage, and I don't need me to guide you any more."

Li Zhirui had watched the final video, he just wanted to see the level of the other students he taught, but he didn't expect to see Tang Zhuojian when the night light band was playing, he thought Tang Zhuojian was only there as a contestant.

But he is telling the truth, Tang Zhuo Jian is a sponge, as long as someone is willing to teach him, he will continue to absorb water, every meeting is a new progress.

So he couldn't be more angry. The people he had worked so hard to cultivate couldn't bring him any benefit in the end, and even ran counter to his original idea.

It's a pity, Tang Zhuojian.Without a foundation, the higher you stand, the harder you fall.