This star is from the earth

"Oh! Xiao Fan is here." The host looked at Xiao Fan and said with a smile on his face.

The audience in the audience also applauded, shouting Xiao Fan's name to cheer him on.

Han Jue didn't intend to leave. He was also curious about the live performance of Teacher Xiao Fan, whether it was the same as the studio version, and whether it was better than the video a year ago.

The host fanned the flames on the field, making the field full of gunpowder, and then began to let Xiao Fan and his opponents fight.

The battle on this stage refers to attacking the opponent in a way of improvisation. In fact, it is a diss battle. In addition, because the two people in the battle don't know much about each other at this time, the two sides can only attack each other based on appearance, rap level, and grasping the loopholes or painful feet in the other's words.

The scene is very bloody, filled with many words that must be muted in the later stage. The audience was also very excited. This is probably the most exciting and interesting part of rap.

It was the first time for Han Jue to experience the atmosphere of a live battle, and he blended in very well. He also followed other audiences with surprise and booed.

Xiao Fan won two games in a row and was very happy for a while.

Han Jue thought he had heard enough, and felt that Teacher Xiao Fan was worthy of being his rap instructor, young but powerful enough.

So Han Jue planned to evacuate.

Xiao Fan was speaking on the stage, when he saw a person pushing out from the crowd, he immediately spotted the conspicuous person.

Hey, isn't this Han Jue?

Xiao Fan raised his eyebrows a little, and then he restrained his slightly smug expression just now. Faced with the host's question about how many teams he thinks he will be able to enter in the end, Xiao Fan couldn't let out some harsh words. Seeing Han Jue, an annoying guy at this time, was like eating a fly. Xiao Fan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, rolled his eyes, simply threw the microphone and returned it to the host, and trotted down from the side to catch up with Han Jue.

Han Jue was planning to go to a slightly shady place to hide from the hot sun that started to heat up after noon.

Unexpectedly, his teacher Fan suddenly jumped out and patted him on the shoulder.

Han Jue turned around and saw the person coming.

"Are you here alone?" Xiao Fan asked.

Although Han Jue was surprised that Xiao Fan also came here to participate in the competition, but at this time, he didn't have too many doubts. It's none of his business whether he participates or not.

However, even a rapper of Teacher Xiao Fan's level is going to "return to the furnace", so there are thousands of people here, and I really don't know how many masters there are.

Han Jue checked Xiaofan's information on the day he returned after consulting Xiaofan. Han Jue believed in Xiao Fan's guidance only after hearing the works.

So thinking of facing hundreds of masters, Han Jue thought that his goal could be dropped by another level.

"Yeah, the people here are amazing." Han Jue said with lingering fear. I still secretly blame Xiao Fan in my heart, why didn't I continue to guide him.

"Oh? Did you see the masters? Which ones do you think are great." Xiao Fan became curious. Master cherishes masters, which can put pressure on Han Jue, Xiao Fan wants to see which shameless old guys have come out, or there are new and unfamiliar faces.

"The ones who have just been on stage are very good." Han Jue said honestly.

After hearing this, Xiao Fan looked into Han Jue's eyes, not knowing what Han Jue wanted to express, or was he disturbing the audience.

But Xiao Fan remembered his purpose of coming to find Han Jue, so he didn't care about it.

Xiao Fan waved Han Jue to follow him.

Han Jue respected Xiao Fan's guidance, so he followed Xiao Fan without asking why.

Then, Xiao Fan took Han Jue to the side of the stage. Xiao Fan stood beside the steps, looked at Han Jue, tapped the steps with his chin, and signaled [Go up].

Han Jue looked at Xiao Fan, not knowing why.

"You go up for a while." Xiao Fan smiled. To Han Jue, this smile looked like a big bad wolf showing its fangs.

It was only then that Han Jue knew what he was brought here for. He couldn't say it. If he wasn't good enough, he wouldn't be ashamed.

After hearing this sentence, Xiao Fan wanted to push Han Jue onto the stage.

The camera below the stage was actually filming Han Jue when Xiao Fan was pushing them under the steps.

The host saw that Xiao Fan, an acquaintance, pushed a person up. This person was handsome and suitable for filming, but he felt a little familiar. He thought it belonged to some company, so he agreed.

The audience in the audience saw a new face coming up and looked at him curiously.

Some know him, some don't.

Feeling the pressure of attention from the audience [professional rapper], Han Jue was a little nervous. In "Tucao Daxiu" before, he played super godly, which was completely broken, and he was a professional in the field of writing. Now that he is in the unfamiliar field of rap, he has ambitions for rankings, and he is more concerned about gains and losses.

It's not impossible for Han Jue to step down now, face doesn't mean much to him, and this [face] is not his. But since he felt his nervousness, Han Jue took it as a test to see how much he could perform when he was nervous. Otherwise, it will be more embarrassing to face the producer directly later, forgetting the words and mouth.

"Brother, does your face look familiar?" The host was a slightly greasy middle-aged man.

"Han scream!" Someone in the audience shouted out Han Jue's identity.

The others laughed in unison, followed by pressing the switch of the laughing point, and kept smiling.

Some people even hissed directly, which is a conditioned reflex like a dog hearing the word "serve dinner".

When one person shushes, the others shush as if they had found a toy.

So the people in the audience booed Han Jue louder and louder.

It was the first time for Han Jue to face such a situation. I don't know whether to sing it now or wait until they finish booing.

Han Jue's opponent on the stage looked at Han Jue's bird-like appearance, and secretly laughed in his heart. But I still feel a little sympathetic to Han Jue in my heart. After being so cowardly, I guess I will obediently go back to be an idol. The rap circle probably keeps his black history and can't wash it away, and he will not let him go in the diss battle.

[There are not many kind-hearted people in this society, but I am one. I will give you a free lesson today, so what, setback education is conducive to growth. ] The opponent on the stage thought so, and made up his mind to cast a psychological shadow on Han Jue, a rookie.

Xiao Fan is so loyal, he handed the microphone to Han Jue, and signaled Han Jue to fight back with a fierce look.

Han Jue took the microphone and nodded.

The DJ behind saw Han Jue holding the microphone, so he put on his earphones and began to play a melody.

The boos from the audience continued. But some people are waiting for Han Jue to sing.

Han Jue knew that all the words except the lyrics were superfluous at this time.

Han Juetou listened to the music and followed the beat bit by bit, holding his hands empty, with his knuckles touching his lips, thinking of words on the spot.

The people in the audience saw that Han Jue hadn't sang for a long time, but still posed, booed and made contemptuous gestures at the same time. The others didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and immediately followed suit. There is a "finger forest" under the stage.

As the boos grew louder, Han Jue, who had no distractions, finally raised the microphone in his hand and began to sing:

[When the stage is empty like a wilderness, the audience is like a river...]

As a result, Han Jue just sang a sentence, and a pole erected in the distance, or pretending to be a rock in the lawn, or a radio hidden in a tree issued a loud reminder, and began to inform the players on the scene that they could enter the field for registration. Got the number plate.

Han Jue's singing was suddenly covered by the loud radio.

The DJ stopped playing discs behind him, and the work of the host came to an end. Han Jue sighed and returned the microphone to the host.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The contestants in the audience laughed and scattered, but most of them gave Han Jue a funny look before leaving, and some even shouted a few words, "The program team can't listen anymore", expressing their contempt for Han Jue.

Han Jue put down the microphone, neither angry nor caring.

Xiao Fan, who came up from the side, was afraid to approach Han Jue.

"Let's go." Han Jue nodded his chin to Xiao Fan and stepped off the stage first.

Xiao Fan stared blankly at the tepid Han Jue, thinking: [This is not consistent with what is shown in the information! 】

Apparently, Xiao Fan also carefully checked Han Jue's information after the meeting.

If someone scolds you and doesn't scold you back, isn't this a high imitation of Han Jue?

Xiao Fan looked at Han Jue up and down, and then ran to Han Jue, asking him what's wrong, is there something uncomfortable, or is he planning to take revenge after the game is over?

Han Jue said nothing, he will not fight now.

Xiao Fan became more and more sure that Han Jue was planning to take revenge behind his back, so he told Han Jue that he didn't need to care about those people. In his opinion, Han Jue's strength was several layers higher than theirs, and he didn't need to prove himself to idiots at all.

The two of them merged into the crowd as they walked, and entered the large studio.

After a series of registration procedures, Han Jue got the number plate, 0172, and stuck it on his belly later. Xiao Fan is from 1368, and the two are not from the same batch.

Listening to the staff's explanation, every 200 people are in batches, and they enter the venue for assessment, and those who are not in their turn wait on the seats of the assessment venue and in the concentration hall to go out.

But today is the first day of the audition, so everyone has to go to the opening show of the show and participate in the recording.

So a group of people went to the recording site of the studio.

There was a stage set up at the scene, similar to a runway show, and it seemed that someone was going from the backstage of the stage to the center.

A large group of thousands of people crowded together, the seats and the stands on the second floor were full of people.

Like a concert, the sound is noisy and buzzing.

Han Jue looked around excitedly, and realized that he hadn't noticed outside before, but now he saw quite a few female rap singers signing up. All of them are very individual, and their momentum is not weaker than that of male singers. Of course, there are ugly people who are more mischievous, and there are pure female idol types.

Xiao Fan was beside Han Jue, occasionally greeting and chatting with some people.

In fact, Han Jue wanted to ask Xiao Fan some questions, such as who is more powerful, and if he wants to choose a competitive partner, who should he avoid.

But as soon as Teacher Xiao Fan was a contestant himself, it would be too ignorant to ask for this kind of information proactively, and it would embarrass the other party.

So Han Jue looked around silently, in a daze silently. Feeling wasting time here, he wanted to read a book very much.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before the lights on the scene began to dim, and some gorgeous lights began to flicker.

The crowd got excited.

Sparks shot out from the edge of the runway, and the words "Huaxia Has Rap Hop" jumped out one by one on the stage screen, and the passionate music began to sound.

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter.

Everyone cheered, clapped, and screamed.

Then, no one was seen on the stage, but a voice was heard through the live speakers, accompanied by passionate music, sounding around the players:

"The one that kills the music charts every season, leads the trend of hip-hop, and updates the map of hip-hop - "The Rap of China"!"

"The eighth season with the largest number of applicants in history and the strongest producer lineup in history!"

"Welcome everyone!"

cheer! scream!

"Let's introduce the first producer team..."

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Note: The song with only one sentence is "No Applause" by [Little Tiger], recommended.