Han Jue could feel the eyes of those around him holding cigarettes in his mouth, behind the smoke burning from the cigarettes.

While waiting for Han Jue's reply, everyone looked at Han Jue with all kinds of speculations and moods.

Xia Yuan next to him had no intention of helping, and was eating a piece of lamb ribs.

Han Jue sighed in his heart.

【Don't eat it all by yourself…】

Because the food is delicious, Han Jue thought he could not say what he complained about in his heart. It was one thing to be afraid of being beaten, but on the other hand, if he had not eaten enough, he would not be able to eat it if he had to be a villain.

So, after all the words in his heart, Han Jue still wanted to be a decent guest. Just give Xia Yuan a face and food a face.

Han Jue wiped his mouth, took a sip of white water, and looked at the girl with a serious look.

His eyes didn't look like he was interested in that girl. Others didn't know what bad ideas Han Jue was holding.

The temperamental girl was stared at by Han Jue but her expression remained unchanged. She looked at Han Jue calmly, but she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She knew Han Jue, so she knew that Han Jue's image has always had nothing to do with [Quiet].

It is natural to be provoked by Han Jue. The premise is that if Han Sha can hear it, it is possible.

If Han Jue gave everyone an ugly face when he heard this, then the fact that Xia Yuan brought people into the circle today would become a joke.

A gust of wind came over and blew away the tobacco-burning smoke.

Everyone shook their heads in their hearts. It was probably the same as what the temperamental girl thought in her heart. Seeing Han Jue's reaction just like this, it felt boring.

Just as they were about to talk about each other again, Han Jue had a new move.

Han Jue stared at him for about 10 seconds, or more than 10 seconds. He withdrew his seemingly unkind gaze and said to the temperamental girl: "You actually discovered it."

Nodded, maintaining a solemn expression on his face, he turned to the ears of Xia Yuan, who was eating delicious food leisurely, and asked as if he was asking something unspeakable:

"You leaked the news?"

The voice was low, but it was deliberately heard by everyone.

The elegant girl was stunned for a while when she heard this, then smiled.

Xia Yuan chewed the meat in his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Are you still going to [the entrance of the alley] now?" The uncle, who was loose and like a pajama, asked Han Jue with beer.

"The entrance of the alley?" Han Jue raised his eyebrows.

Xia Yuan wiped his hands and said, "Song Yin, a folk song. The last time he saw you performing at [Alley], I can find you."

Han Jue knew it and nodded to Song Yin.

"Like these people, just call me Yinzi." Song Yin raised his beer.

"Han Jue." Han Jue also raised Baishui and reported his name.

Be kind and peaceful.

This is different from the situation of Han Jue's relay test that others expected. When they waited for Xia Yuan just now, they agreed that if Xia Yuan brought a man, they would take turns to test.

Unexpectedly, Song Yin, who looked thick-browed and big-eyed, immediately became the leader.

Han Jue didn't know what others were thinking, and answered Song Yin's question just now: "[End of the Alley] is no longer there."

"Are you ready to release a record?" Song Yin asked.

Han Jue shook his head.

"What a pity." Song Yin tsk his mouth and said regretfully.

The elegant girl interrupted and asked, "Which alley is at the entrance?"

"The bar at the entrance of the alley." Song Yin didn't explain, and just said his full name.

[Alley Bar], even if the temperamental girl doesn't listen to folk songs very much, she knows this place. Based on the previous words, she understands why Song Yin became a leader and favors Han Jue.

A few of the friends here are old customers at [Liankou]. Naturally, she also knows that [Liankou Bar] is not an idol artist and can be easily visited unless there are good works.

"Yes." The elegant girl's eyes lit up and she said to Han Jue: "Where can you hear your song?"

"You can almost hear the audio source version in half a month." Han Jue shrugged and took the opportunity to promote it. At that time, the contract just expired, so he uploaded the audio source.

"In less than half a month, the official account of [Liankou] is expected to be played in the next few days." Song Yin corrected.

Han Jue also looked like he suddenly realized.

After Han Jue was asked about copyright issues by his boss, he knew that this was happening, but he could not wait for that period of time and almost forgot about this.

"How did Han Jue sing? Have you heard of Xia Yuan?" The elegant girl looked at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan would not say the comments that he was so subjective that he would be so angry that he would be so angry that he would not say anything just because he was an acquaintance.

"I haven't heard of folk songs, but I've heard other songs, which are pretty good." Xia Yuan was not meant to be mean.

"Other songs? Indeed." The temperamental girl thought Xia Yuan was talking about the two songs Han Jue said in "Let's Fall in Love".

"Popular, and English songs." Xia Yuan did not refer to those two songs.

"English song?"

This is a bit surprising.

"Is it [hello], [thanks]?" asked a man who had been sitting silently, with a stern face. His pronunciation in Chinese and English was very unstandard, and his accent was weird and he seemed to press every word on the wall. It made people unable to tell which nationality he was, but the unfriendliness in his tone was very obvious.

Han Jue turned his head and found that the source of the sound was a middle-aged man in the corner. He had long curly hair, drooping on his shoulders, and a shaved beard. He was wearing a suit, but he looked like a down-and-out white-collar worker. His white skin and three-dimensional facial features proved that he had the blood of a foreigner. He was sitting in a chair with a slanted look, like a large puppet on the chair, making people feel uncomfortable.

"If it is all English songs that are of elementary school students, it can only be considered a nursery rhyme." The foreigner said slowly, shaking his cell phone in his hand. The picture was Han Jue's public information online.

He had been searching Han Jue's information just now. Originally, he had no interest in Han Jue, but when he heard Han Jue knows English songs, he couldn't help but sneer. Because the information he saw did not say that Han Jue knew English, it naturally made him, a foreigner, think that Han Jue claimed to be an unreliable artist who knew English based on a few English words and sentences.

Everyone just looked at the foreigner and Han Jue, but they didn't say anything to reconcile. After all, Han Jue was just Han Jue, and the other one was their friend.

The scene seemed to be back to what it was at the beginning.

But this time Han Jue's response was not the same as at the beginning.

In front of everyone, Han Jue shrugged, not having any explanation at all. It seemed that no matter what the other party thought, it had nothing to do with him.

Han Jue thought so, but felt that someone was kicking his feet.

After thinking for a moment, there is only Xia Yuan at this angle.

Han Jue just looked over.

"Didn't you sing a whole song in English on [North Star] on New York Street last time?" Xia Yuan asked in Han Jue's eyes.

There seemed to be other information hidden in his eyes.

"Ah...are you...are not two songs?" Han Jue blinked his eyes, quickly analyzed, and finished speaking stumbledly.

[Is this the prospective landlord?!] Han Jue's eyes flashed.

[This is your prospective landlord.] Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and gave affirmation.

The foreign friend had never spoken before, and Han Jue didn't notice it. After all, everyone's external clothes were out of place, and the foreign friend looked like water dripping in the sea. But as soon as the other party opened his mouth, the awkward smell became very obvious.

Although this dress doesn’t look like someone who rents the house as he pleases, since this is the landlord, how could Han Jue let go of such a great opportunity to make an impression!

Then, without waiting for everyone to react, Han Jue cleared his throat and said:

"I have been learning English privately for several years and have always been low-key. The media never knew it, and I had no intention of hype. However, now our international friends actually doubt my interest in English, so..."

Han Jue shook his head, as if he was very sad when he was questioned by foreign friends.

Then he changed his dejected look, spread his hands at Xia Yuan, and said:

"Come on the guitar!"

Xia Yuan took a chopsticks of noodles with sucking in, sniffed Han Jue.

"Huhu, well, it's delicious." Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue's hands trembled slightly.

The atmosphere of the scene once walked awkwardly.

In the end, Song Yin couldn't stand it and did not make the scene extremely awkward. He said to Han Jue: "If you want a guitar, I have it..."

"Ahem, thank you." Han Jue took his hand back without any trace, wiped his hands and was about to stand up and get the guitar.

"Stop!" the foreigner shouted with his brows locked, staring at Han Jue sharply like an eagle.

Han Jue's heart sank.

Isn’t this person discovering the process of losing the chore just now?

"It's you!" a foreign friend said in a calm voice, keeping his head, his eyes shining.

"So it's you!"

"I..." Han Jue pretended to be unknown.

But I sighed in my heart, [It's you! It turns out you want to rent my house?] I automatically figured out what this foreign friend was going to say.

Just now, Han Jue looked arrogant and said, "I don't care about my father, no matter what you say," which must have left a bad impression on the prospective landlord. I don't know if it's too late to recover it now.
To be continued...