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A gap was opened in the practice room, and the staggered notes floated out. Under the guidance of bass, the clear chords of the guitar streaked through two bars, then broke, and then the discussion sounds:

"Look, the effect of not plugging is better."

"You use acoustic guitar in the Million People's Conference Venue? Do you trust the organizer's equipment too much?"

"The indoor and outdoor effects are incomparable. Small and large venues are also different. The acoustic guitar plan is too radical, and I don't agree."

"But we have to highlight the harmony..."

"Wrong, we want to ignite the atmosphere! We must never ruin the whole song for the sake of the harmony of two bars!"

"Don't make noise first, let's find the feeling and try changing the effect."

Then there was another messy noise. When the notes floated out again, harmony added to the room, but in less than a small section, it broke again and the dispute started again.

Ronan smiled and shook his head, then closed the door without touching the restless and trembling atmosphere inside. He turned to look at Hai Jing behind him: "They are really nervous."

Haijing was a little surprised: "Don't go in?"

"I won't go in anymore, I'm afraid Moya will smash it with a guitar."

"It's not that, but it's hard to say to others." Hai Jing touched the door handle and gave up, "Then wait for the practice to be over. After all, as an underground band, as a contract with Mingtang Culture, the attributes have changed. Now is their transformation period, and it's not wrong to be nervous at this time.

"Are you signing a movie appointment or..."

"Personal relationship."

"That is, will we pay more attention to commercial development, right?"

"Yes, it's popular." Haijing sighed lightly, "I don't know whether it's good or bad to bring them out of the underground circle."

With Moya, a cousin who is obsessed with the band, Ronan usually knows the situation in the underground circle.

Signing contracts for underground bands is a relatively sensitive topic. Many bands have always hoped to sign contracts with agency companies and music companies, and go from "underground" to "on the ground", but the traditional style of "buying movies but not selling yourself" is still very powerful to despise the habit of despising popular.

It would be fine if it really soared into the sky. The most feared thing is that it is half red and not black. At the same time, it is rejected by underground circles and popular circles, and has not won the fans. Many bands collapsed at this stage.

It’s like the “awakening” of extraordinary power. Everything is fine if you succeed, but if you fail, you can only waste your time on the edge of the two worlds. Not to mention the pressure from the outside world, but just confusion in self-positioning, it’s enough to drink a pot.

Ronan shook his head: "One line of heaven, one line of earth."

Seeing him like this, Hai Jing laughed out loud and touched Ronan's head: "When did the little guy become so old?"

Luo Nan was stunned.

Seeing Ronan's expression, Haijing was a little embarrassed: "Don't mind, my hand slipped."

"It's okay, you're brother." Ronan didn't care at all, "I remember calling your uncle at the beginning, and you had a beard."

"Ahhh, you still remember."

Haijing grinned, and distanced himself from Ronan, leaned against the wall opposite the practice room, took out a delicate box from his pocket, and arranged three electronic cigarettes neatly. He picked up one and held it in his mouth, and spoke a little vaguely: "At that time, you were so ignorant and looked stupid."

As he said that, the temperature of his mouth triggered the electronic cigarette switch, and the "pull" sounded slightly, the front end of the electronic cigarette was slightly red, and the smoke rose up.

Seeing that the front of the electronic cigarette was red and bright, Ronan's memory in his brain turned up a little more: "Maybe, you said that my surname should not be Luo, but my name should be charred, and it won't be sounded!"

"Then you splashed the juice on my face and wiped out the cigarette... Oh, that's my first time to come back to your house and take a snatch in the yard. What a mouthful, it's so embarrassing!"

Hai Jing waved his hand, pressed his head against the wall, and forced his face to the ceiling, looking as if he was shameless.

Maybe this is also called "no formal shape". Compared to the suit-fitting outfit, Ronan is more familiar with this image. He smiled again and said to Haijing: "I don't want to sign a contract without a band. I don't know Moya. My aunt always thinks that the underground circle is too messy. If she knew that Moya had signed a regular agency, she would be happy."

"The underground circle is messy, and this circle is not pure." The e-cigarette in Haijing's mouth trembled up and down. "Mingtang Culture is facing a change in its shares, which is what's happening right now... Forget it, don't mention this."

Luo Nan felt a little empathetic. It was one thing that could not enter the circle of awakened people. He really entered the "internal world", and it seemed that there were much more troubles.

"Even the underground desires and the troubles in the sky cannot be avoided."

"Okay, I've become a philosopher. Is this ripening by something?"

Luo Nan blinked and changed the subject: "Brother Jing, you quit smoking after all."

"I haven't really been very excited in the past two years. It's funny to think about it. I can't quit when singing. Once I stop singing, I will do everything..."

At this time, Hai Jing's bracelet vibrated. He looked down and then straightened up and took off the e-cigarette: "It's coming. I'll take you to find a place to rest. There are many empty rooms here. Waste is a waste, and safety and privacy are guaranteed."

Ronan nodded and followed.

Haijing put the e-cigarette back into the box, suddenly remembered something, and waved it with the box: "By the way, thank you uncle for me, this 'Xingjin Series' was recommended to me."

Luo Nan smiled and said nothing, but suddenly remembered: Moya had so many friends, and he could actually visit his home alone and enter the house. Among the men, Hai Jing seemed to be the only one.

Perhaps, this is the key reason why he mistakenly thought Hai Jing for his "brother-in-law"?

Misunderstanding...?

Mingtang Culture was one of the organizers of this parade and before the official performance, things were all over the place. Haijing said he wanted to lead Ronan to find an empty room to rest, but after walking a few steps, there was another urgent matter and he had to rush over immediately.

"Forget it, you go by yourself. Room 5627, just turn around at the end of the corridor." As he said that, Hai Jing joked again, "Don't worry about hitting someone, it doesn't matter if you try one by one. Each practice room has permission, and you can't get in without authorization."

"Okay, Brother Jing, go and do your business."

Hai Jing turned around and was about to leave, remembering another thing: "By the way, your girlfriend is in 5621 and is with Bai Yu and the others, you can go there too. With your friendship with Maoyan Teacher, you should not blow you out. The BHD style is also more suitable for the tastes of your young people."

Do I need to correct your three mistakes in one sentence?

Ronan finally had to take it with a smile.

Hai Jing wanted to touch his head again, and finally woke up in time. The slap fell on Ronan's shoulder: "You have fun on the weekend, but you should also care more about your sister."

Seeing Haijing leave in a hurry, Luo Nan thought about something.

“5627,5627…”

According to Haijing, Ronan didn't find room 5627 at the corner. He was about to reach out to hold the door handle, but suddenly stopped. He looked up again to confirm the door number: "5627, yes, there is no problem with the permission display."

But why can those two inside enter and play so high?

The purpose of mental sensing is actually reflected here. He is now confused with only one thing: should he continue to watch, or should he continue to watch?

Ronan sighed outside the door. Hai Jing said something very correct, and this circle is quite chaotic.

Nowadays, young people know a lot, and no one is pure white lotus. After Luo Nan took a physiological and hygiene class, Mo Peng sometimes secretly brought him some unspeakable "data" and other things, and there is no shortage of concepts. But after he was ten years old, he devoted himself to studying various theories, working every day and night, so how could he have the leisure to study those?

Unexpectedly, I didn’t expect that I would give him such advanced courses after 16 years of vacancies and once I was enlightened!

They should be all artists, men are handsome men and women are beautiful women. Although they are already in disarray, their makeup is very appropriate.

Ronan is inevitably lingering in women. Even if he doesn’t agree with this behavior in broad daylight, he must admit it: it looks great!

The woman has long hair half-covered her face, and her facial contour is slightly distorted due to intense exercise. However, the innate conditions of an artist who is superior to others and strict physical management, including polishing temperament and style, are released when the dark room is moved, and it does have a charming charm.

Stop, what am I thinking?

Luo Nan didn't know how long he was stunned at the door, but of course he didn't go in. Instead, he walked forward quickly, walked out for nearly twenty meters, and finally stood in the middle of the corridor and breathed a long breath.

Because the breath was too fast, the lips were not separated. Under the impact of the airflow, the lips trembled quickly, making a strange "pululu" sound. The restless aura that blocked the chest also dissipated some of the funny sounds.

"Gu!"

The laughing sound that was forced to be cut off was also very clear in the corridor. While the laughing sound was heard, a crack was opened in the room door next to it, revealing Bai Yu's cute round face: "What, you're so entangled when you enter the door?"

Luo Nan looked up at the door number, 5621, this is the practice room of BHD.

It's a coincidence.

He looked back and walked out almost twenty meters, and was only two doors separated from Room 5627. After all, the practice room was very large.

Bai Yu must have just passed a practice, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead stuck to his hair. His face was also red: "Have you seen your sister? Come here to visit the set? That's right, your girlfriend is inside."

"Do you don't know if it's a girlfriend?" Ronan said it and realized that there was an ambiguity and smiled bitterly, "She has a boyfriend, what's the name of that white man?"

"Turner."

Bai Yu blurted out, then covered his mouth, glanced back, turned his head to look at both ends of the corridor, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no figure.

Then she pushed the door open and walked out, took it up again, and lowered her voice and said, "Don't let Brother Jing hear it. He hates lying by his artists the most."

Seeing Bai Yu go out, Ronan frowned. Bai Yu was practicing dancing in the house. In order to imitate the performance scenes to the maximum extent, he wore high heels nearly ten centimeters. His well-developed body was pulled up a bit. Standing together, he was two or three fingers taller than Ronan.

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that Bai Yu was wearing a tight dance suit at this time, and the sweat stains were already penetrated. The foul chest arc stretched out a gap to the small round neck, and the white flesh in his eyes were shining. He didn't see it, nor did he turn his face.
Chapter completed!