After Transmigrating Into An Idol Talent Show

Fanwai 7

As a young man who is afraid of black, Pei Jiangsheng feels that it is necessary for these people to realize that he is still very young.

So he chose a very hilarious song, picked up the microphone and stood up.

Pei Jiangsheng: "heyyou let me see your hands!!"

Hua Lin slowly raised his two hands, half-squinted his eyes and said lazily: "Have you seen these hands, I can't sing well and beat you."

Pei Jiangsheng: "...The friends here are so warm, you can put your hands down now!"

Qin Lu nestled his head on the sofa and smiled.

Pei Jiangsheng quickly heated up the scene, and after the hilarious, Xu Zheran knew what he wanted to do as soon as the prelude to the next song played.

After singing the crazy hi song, Pei Jiangsheng chose a recent super popular girl group song, opened the original singing and dancing, and the dance was pretty good, but the flip-flops were very playful.

Qin Lu had a stomachache from Pei Jiangsheng's laughter all night. He went to the kitchen halfway to marinate the chicken wings to be fried at noon tomorrow, wrap it in plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.

Xu Zheran's always favorite is fried chicken, but he is troubled by his easy fat constitution, and he usually lives an ascetic life. As you get older, your metabolism will slow down and it will be harder to lose weight, but you will look better if you lose weight.

Qin Lu knows that Xu Zheran is usually under a lot of pressure to lose weight, so it is rare to come here to relax for two days, so he can at least eat a good meal to treat himself.

"Why did you go?" Xu Zheran was singing just now. He saw Qin Lu coming back from outside and asked curiously. Qin Lu raised the plate in his hand and replied with a smile, "Cut a fruit plate."

Xu Zheran had no doubts, nodded and gave Qin Lu the microphone, "You can sing one too, Hualin also sang it just now, I can't persuade Yu Zifei."

"Yeah." Qin Lu took the mic and stepped over the coffee table. After selecting the song, he handed the other mic to Yu Zifei. At this time, the song was cut and the violin prelude played.

Yu Zifei's song.

Qin Lu and his friends sat down on the slightly cramped sofa, leaning on the sofa and singing a song written by Yu Zifei.

"Sunset afterglow on golden ginkgo leaves"

"You said next year"

"It's not the same autumn anymore"

After Qin Lu sang the last sentence of the first paragraph, he turned his head to look at Yu Zifei with a smile while singing. Yu Zifei, who had never spoken, raised the microphone and took the next sentence.

"Romantic looking brilliant gold"

"Will be withered in the next moment"

"You said that the four seasons have its philosophy"

"Take it off and make a bookmark"

The two quietly sang a song together, the song passed through the calm lake, followed the wind blowing through the leaves, and crossed the summer through spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Year by year.

They sang some sleepy eyes and said good night to each other and went back to the room to wash and rest. The no-man's land far away from the bustling city was quiet and noisy, and they could hear the chirping of insects and the rustling of the wind blowing through the mountains and forests.