What does Getu have to do with me? I only have a few words

Shanghai Recording Building.

On the day of the recording of "I Am the King of Rap", it was 6:30 in the evening, and there was still an hour and a half before the show started.

In the lounge of Team Pan Shuai.

"Although our team has always been at the bottom, I have never doubted my vision in selecting players or your strength! Tonight, I hope everyone will give their best and strive to keep everyone on this stage!"

Pan Shuai, who is dressed in fashionable clothes, is sitting among the players, doing pre-game mobilization. Tonight's game is very important. The game format is twelve to eight.

"good!"

Everyone responded.

Chaida, who was wearing sunglasses and pierced ears, smiled and patted his chest, "The other two teams eliminated two from each team. It's OK if we keep all of them. There are exactly eight people!"

Pan Shuai smiled and nodded, "I hope so. If everyone can advance, I will treat you all to dinner tonight!"

"good!"

Upon hearing the invitation to dinner, the team members were all excited. Li Chao joked: "You can't miss washing your feet after eating!"

Pan Shuai glanced at him and turned to look at Lin Zhixing, who had been quiet and seemed to be thinking about something.

He likes this pre-match attitude very much. He must have simulated the match in his mind. He is a real player with a promising future!

Lin Zhixing was indeed thinking, but he was thinking about the topic of foot washing just now.

——Love rises with the bell, but it is difficult to calm down when the bell stops.

"Okay, everyone, let's rest!"

Pan Shuai patted the shoulders of each team member to encourage him, and then left the lounge.

"Come on, Brother Chao, come with me to the bathroom."

Chai Da put his arm around Li Chao's shoulders and together they left the lounge to go to the toilet.

Lin Zhixing and Wei Zhehao were the only two people left in the lounge.

Lin Zhixing didn't like people in this circle very much, and he didn't have the habit of actively chatting with people. He would just lean on the sofa and browse Weibo.

Suddenly, Wei Zhehao stood up and sat across from him, paused and said, "Brother, there is something I think it is necessary to tell you."

"okay."

Lin Zhixing was a little surprised. He put down his phone and sat up, straightening his body.

Wei Zhehao turned his head and glanced outside the door, lowered his voice and said bluntly: "The players were very dissatisfied with the own goal in the last competition, especially Zhao Fan and Zhou Dan. The other two teams had already planned to protest against the program team. ”

Protest against the program group?

It’s understandable that the program team would be dissatisfied with the loss of the Weekly Birthday Ranking. Why is your defeated opponent Zhao Fan dissatisfied? There's really no limit to how thick-skinned you can be.

Lin Zhixing frowned slightly and asked in surprise: "How are they going to protest against the program crew? Are they going to diss with the lyrics?"

Wei Zhehao shook his head and explained: "They want to sing English rap as a group this time. Zhao Fan also communicated privately to let the three of us sing English rap too, so we can collectively ignore you.

"We all hate this Zhao Fan. He didn't agree. We are all on the same team. I think it is necessary to tell you about this matter. Let's be prepared before the game."

"Okay, thank you very much!"

Lin Zhixing nodded and thanked him. He had heard that before he came, Wei Zhehao was the most powerful member of Pan Shuai's team, but after he came, he stole his limelight.

Not only did he not hate himself, but he told himself this, which was quite generous and elegant.

As for their protest, Lin Zhixing was really amused. He was planning to sing "General's Order" here, and there was a collective singing English rap over there. He really stretched his neck and took the initiative to get beaten.

Okay, okay, I’ll make it happen for you today!

Thinking of this, Lin Zhixing picked up his phone again and clicked on Weibo. This time he didn't read it, but edited a piece of copy and sent it directly.

[I'm a little tired, can you slap my palm with your face? @Rapper Zhao Fan. 】

Repeated silence and tolerance are rewarded with progress.

Okay, I won’t pretend anymore, I’m showing off my cards, I’ve been wanting to fight you for a long time!

As soon as this Weibo post was posted, netizens started a heated discussion.

"They seem to have had conflicts for a long time, and this has intensified!"

"Hahahaha, this is the first time Brother Ye has criticized someone on Weibo. It's interesting!"

"As expected of a joke maker on Weibo, I predict that this sentence will be made into an emoticon!"

"The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger. It's a must-see tonight!"

…

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In the lounge of Dong Diamond Team.

Zhao Fan looked at Erlang's legs, smoking a cigarette, and chatting with the other team members, "Tonight, the program team will be confused. After this program is over, they will all apologize to us. Do you believe it?"

"Absolutely. Rights must be earned. If we don't do this, the program team will think that we are easy to bully!"

"That's right, just do it."

The other team members echoed.

After chatting for a while, the other team members began to practice singing. Zhao Fan clicked on Weibo and replied, Aite, all 99+ news, which made him stunned.

What's going on?

He opened the message out of curiosity and saw Lin Zhixing attacking him directly on Weibo. After reading the content, he felt angry and annoyed.

In anger, he immediately edited a Weibo post to reply.

But his finger fell on the send button, and after hesitating for a while, he deleted it again.

If this had happened before the start of the last period, I would have responded harshly.

It’s different now. After the Weibo rant, reality can’t beat it, and it’s even more clownish.

"Damn, I'm so angry!"

Zhao Fan frantically threw his phone on the sofa, picked up the cigarette that had just been placed on the ashtray, and put the lit end into his mouth.

"Trench!"

…

…

At eight o'clock sharp.

With a gesture from the on-site director, the scene instantly became quiet, and at the same time, the live broadcast room of "I Am the Rap King" was officially opened.

Due to Lin Zhixing's superb performance in the last episode, he attracted a new group of viewers. Fans had been waiting in the live broadcast room for a long time. They poured in like a tide and barrages filled the screen.

"First, the sofa!"

"Oh Brother Ye, come on, Zhao Fan quickly hits his palm with his face!"

"'I Am the King of Rap' can't be played without Oh Brother, just like pancakes can't be made without green onions!"

"Chigua, I'm here to see you slapped in the face!"

…

Inside the director's office.

"Oh my god, the initial data has increased again!"

Director Hou Pingliang looked at the real-time data in the live broadcast room and was so surprised that he stuttered a little, "Good guy, the addition of a kick-off contestant has directly given the show a second life. It's really scary!"

The female assistant beside her smiled and nodded, "The last issue of "My Land" was so popular. After this week of preparation, new fans have come, and the data for this issue will definitely be quite good."

"hope so!"

Hou Pingliang smiled and shook his head, "It's beyond my expectation that a niche program can do this."

…

On the gorgeous stage.

The host Hua Shaoyang, who was wearing a bright blue suit, appeared on the stage amidst bursts of cheers, "Friends in the audience, good evening!"

"good!"

After some opening remarks, exciting background music sounded, and the three instructors waved and appeared. Each instructor was followed by their own team members. The opening effect was very effective.

Lin Zhixing had a seat this time, and the sofa next to him happened to be where Zhao Fan was sitting. The two of them were almost half a meter apart.

Their eyes met, Zhao Fan glared at Lin Zhixing fiercely.

Lin Zhixing looked at him with eyes filled with fatherly love. He slowly raised his palm and pointed at his palm with the other hand.

Zhao Fan's nose was so angry that he was crooked.

The camera panned to the contestants' bench, and this scene happened to be seen by the audience, and netizens were extremely happy.

"It's so funny, brother Ye, is this a live demonstration?"

"Hahaha, killing someone is heartbreaking!"

…

After the host's opening remarks, the singing session began soon.

Three teams, each with four members, will take the stage in the order of the lottery on the stage screen, but this issue is based on teams.

It was Dong Diamond's team that started to play, and the players took the stage to sing one after another.

Lin Zhixing's evaluation is that the English rap of this group of people is more difficult to listen to than the Chinese rap. Even if the English pronunciation is not standard, one singer's English still has a dialect feel, which is very rough.

He also seriously doubted the on-site director and assigned tasks to the audience. The audience cheered one after another, which was simply outrageous.

This kind of situation does exist. Usually, college students are invited to watch for free. They train for half an hour and an hour before the show. They teach them how to laugh and shout. What they want is to produce good results.

“Now, I’d like to invite singer Zhao Fan to bring you a song…”

As the most powerful player in Dong Diamond Team, Zhao Fan is indeed a little better than the others. He used English words, but you can’t hear the specific meaning. He is much better than the last issue of "I Love Procrastination". The words in the last issue are simply It destroys people's ears.

"That's it?"

Lin Zhixing shrugged at him who came back.

…

The team that appeared next was the members of Team Shen Fei.

Zhou Dan was the first one to appear. His English rap was indeed quite good, and he seemed to be expressing his dissatisfaction. He sang harder this time and the effect was even better than the last time.

It was visible to the naked eye that the audience applauded and cheered sincerely. It can be said that the previously cold atmosphere was restored, otherwise the audience would have really turned off the live broadcast.

The singing was still going on, and attentive netizens discovered a problem. The songs in this issue were all in English, and there was not a single one in Chinese.

"Two teams in a row are singing English songs? What's going on?"

"I understand, are they protesting?"

"Can you please stop singing this bird song? It sounds like shit!"

Director Hou Pingliang also discovered this problem. He understood what the contestants meant at a glance and instantly frowned.

…

While netizens were speculating, the player portraits of Team Pan Shuai were scrolling on the stage screen.

The host Hua Shaoyang walked back to the stage, looked at the results on the screen, raised the tone and introduced: "Now I invite contestant Lin Zhixing to sing the song "General's Order" for everyone, everyone welcomes it with applause!"

【General Order】

[Singer: Lin Zhixing]

[Lyrics: Lin Zhixing]

[Composer: Lin Zhixing]

[Arranger: Lin Zhixing]

"Sure enough, it's original again. What does this name mean?"

The audience looked at the song information on the screen and had no idea what it meant.

At the tutor's seat, Pan Shuai and Shen Fei were full of expectations for Lin Zhixing, especially Shen Fei, who fell in love with him even more after winning the song "One Like Summer and One Like Autumn".

"come on!"

Encouraged by his teammates on the same team, Lin Zhixing picked up the microphone and walked to the center of the stage unhurriedly.

Today he wore a red jacket and was particularly dazzling under the spotlight.

Soon, the accompaniment of traditional musical instruments sounded. As they scratched their ears, the players and instructors' eyes lit up, "Is this going to be a national style rap?"

"I know what's wrong with right"

"I know what the general said may not be right."

"I know I can tell whether I am right or wrong."

"Please be quiet. Please be quiet."

The song "General's Order" begins with the chorus. Lin Zhixing's rhythmic singing attracted the audience, but they did not understand what it meant.

"I'm a soldier, I'm nervous"

"On the battlefield, you are desperately listening to who is giving the orders."

"The general is so drunk that he can't tell his direction."

"He listens to all the Westerners chanting sutras"

While Lin Zhixing was singing, his finger without the microphone swept around the contestant seats on the right side of the stage. In conjunction with the lyrics on the screen, the five words "Westerners chanting sutras" made some smart netizens understand the theme of the song.

"Different skin colors speak different words"

"The same rhythm has different melodies"

"You have to explain your own culture yourself."

“We have our own stage to support”

Lin Zhixing patted his chest and bit his tongue hard at the words "self support".

If the connotation was still vague just now, this paragraph directly and clearly expresses the confidence in culture and dissatisfaction with worshiping foreigners.

"Wow?"

"The stage is not your goal. Is your goal to stand up to Chinese rap?"

Pan Shuai's eyes lit up when he heard the lyrics. He liked the phrase "the culture speaks for itself and the stage holds its own" very much. He also understood what Lin Zhixing wanted to express.

Compared with other singers who talk about "championship", this one talks about promoting culture, which is so cool.

"I like this word!"

“I know what’s wrong with right”

"I know the moon in foreign countries is not rounder."

"I know yo yo yo is not my language"

"Please be quiet. Please be quiet."

The barrage in the live broadcast room floated up, and eight English songs in a row brought the audience's emotions to the bottom. This song was like a refreshing criticism, which made the audience's breasts clear.

"The moon in foreign countries is not as round as it is. I have seen many people who admire foreign countries say that the air in foreign countries is sweet and the air in China is difficult to breathe. This song should be sung in its face!"

"Most rappers nowadays are imitating European and American styles and imitating the kind of dissing others, while the Chinese style of rap is gradually lost and becomes nondescript. I hope this song by Oh Ye Ge can make these rappers wake up."

"Oh Brother Ye reminds everyone, yoyo is not our language, oh yes it is!"

The photographer showed the camera to the contestants' bench. The two teams who had just sung English songs were all blushing with embarrassment.

The rappers headed by Zhou Dan felt ashamed and regretted, feeling that they had been tricked by Zhao Fan.

This is good, not only has the rights not been recovered, but also the face has been lost.

"Okay, okay, wait for me here, right?"

Zhao Fan finally understood the meaning of that Weibo. His face turned red with anger and shame, and he lowered his head in silence. He was too embarrassed to look at other people.

What I did...

It seemed like he was really trying to slap his face in the face.