Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

"never mind."

Ying didn't go to see the comments in the live broadcast room.

Paimon, who finally came out of his fantasy, rolled his eyes and said, "That's not necessary. I would find it strange if he didn't agree."

Ying nodded: "That's right."

Jiang Yuan, who was about to get the authorization, smiled proudly: "It's because we have such a good relationship."

He didn't say any more to avoid changing the subject.

Among the people from Teyvat, only Jean and Tartaglia have not yet performed.

He looked at Qin: "Captain Qin, wait a minute, let me think about whether there is a song that suits you."

"No need." Qin refused gently, "I learned how to play the lute from Barbara. You guys perform and I'll accompany you."

Mond idol Barbara is not only a healer and singer, but has also learned to play some musical instruments.

In her spare time, Qin learned some from her sister.

"Qin comes to play the piano?" Jiang Yuan thought for a moment, "That's a good idea."

"Mate, what about me?"

Tartaglia, who was left last, came over.

"Do you know how to play any musical instruments?" Jiang Yuan asked.

He really seemed to have never seen what instrument Tartaglia played.

Being proficient in all martial arts does not mean being proficient in all musical instruments. When he met Dadalia, the most she did was to say that her strength had improved and she wanted to have a competition with him.

"No." Tartaglia shook his head happily, "So let's have a sparring show."

He thought about it.

His powerful partner always had reasons to refuse to compete.

In the past week, I'm afraid he has refused to compete under the pretext of preparing for the show.

Just treat the competition as a show, he can't refuse that.

In order not to lose face in front of the residents of Beloberg, he should have tried a little harder and not surrendered after just a few rounds of warm-up.

"you sure?"

Jiang Yuan, who almost forgot about the sparring match he had confirmed with Tartaglia, blinked.

As soon as Tartaglia said the second half of his sentence, he began to suspect that the former had said on purpose that he couldn't play any musical instrument.

This guy actually used his brain... Well, it doesn't mean that Tartaglia is brainless, it's just that he prefers to use force rather than thinking.

"In this case, we have to stop when we are sparring, and we can't use real kung fu!"

"Partner," Tartaglia looked at Jiang Yuan helplessly, "What happened to our previous sparring, except for the time when I caused a big disturbance in Liyue? Didn't you stop there that time?"

"Ah, that's right."

Jiang Yuan looked away as if nothing had happened.

"So our competition will be scheduled during the festival."

He began to think about how to make the show more interesting.

Let Tartaglia control the power to summon a big whale? Or imitate Jing Yuanyuan's ability and summon the God to show up?

No, forget about the latter. Dan Heng is here. His summoning of the God has revealed too much information.

Talk about it later, talk about it later.

Anyway, it’s not like I don’t have other ways to perform.

In order to let Tartaglia have the most fun, he can even borrow the appearance and some of the abilities of other people to fight with Tartaglia in a more fancy way.

This kind of thing can be left for later.

Jiang Yuan made a decision in his mind and then went to ask other people.

He has a song that can be played by the train crew.

But he couldn't think of suitable songs for Belloberg's characters.

The most familiar is wildfire.

Should Bronya sing? That's not appropriate.

Cocolia sings it herself? Whether she would agree or not is not the point. Is it a bit too hellish to let Cocolia sing "Cocolia's Execution Song"?

Forget it.

He didn't comment on their performance.

"Have you decided what to perform?" he asked Bronya and the others directly.

"I still need to discuss this with Seele," Bronya replied.

Xi'er asked back: "You don't have anything to recommend to us?"

"I really don't have that." Jiang Yuan spread his hands.

"I thought you were going to recommend a song to each of us." Xier said, crossing her arms.

"I'm really sorry, I still don't listen to enough songs." Jiang Yuan said sincerely.

"Tsk, nothing." Xier looked in another direction, "No need for your recommendation, we will prepare it ourselves."

After Bronya and Seele, it was the people from the lower class area.

Hook is planning to perform with the other members of the Mole Party and Clara, so he has to go back and plan more.

Natasha smiled and said: "I won't perform anymore, I prefer to be an audience member."

"Then doctor, please enjoy our show."

Jiang Yuan didn't force it.

It’s understandable that not everyone likes to go on stage... Of course, Dan Heng and Uncle Yang must go on stage.

After asking around, there's still one person left to ask.

Jiang Yuan looked around the observation car and spotted Sangbo, who was sitting in the corner pretending to count money.

"Sambo, handsome dark blue boy, stop playing dumb, it's your turn."

"Me?" Sambo raised his head with an innocent look on his face. "I want to perform too? Forget it, brother. Old Sambo's appearance fee is very expensive..."

"The little I transferred to you isn't enough for your performance?" Jiang Yuan's eyes fell on his hands.

Sangbo retracted his hand and stuffed his original money back into his pocket - Jiang Yuan gave him a transfer, and there was no way to take out cash.

"Isn't that a testimony to our friendship?" He clutched his chest, "Is it just my appearance fee? Old Sambo, I'm going to be sad."

It is better to believe that Aha can perform face-changing on stage than to believe that Sambo will be sad.

Jiang Yuan turned his head indifferently: "Forget it if you don't want to perform."

As for happiness, people are sometimes quite mysterious and don’t want to perform on stage, which is quite reasonable.

Sambo's figure flashed and appeared in front of him following his gaze.

"Old Sambo, I just want to ask for more appearance fee, not that I won't perform."

Jiang Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Sangbo.

I still underestimated this handsome guy in dark blue. He doesn't care about performing on stage.

"One hundred thousand credit points, is that too much?"

He was rich and powerful, but he just didn't want to satisfy Sambo.

"That's all?" Sangbo's eyebrows drooped. "Too little, brother. Can you give me some more?"

"let it go."

Jiang Yuan turned around and left.

"Well, one hundred thousand is one hundred thousand." Sambo followed, "It's better than nothing."

"Now there is not a cent left." Jiang Yuan smiled, "You are too late."

Give money? What money?

Others didn't ask for money for their performances, but he wanted money? What a joke.

Jiang Yuan was determined not to give money to Sangbo.

Since he came to Beloberg, he has given money to Sambo several times, but he will not give it anymore.

After all, he is not a sucker.

"Brother Sambo!" Hook took the initiative to run to Sambo, "Are you short of money? Hook can give it to you!"

She thought Sambo was short of money.

"Klee can do it too!" The kind-hearted Klee raised her hand.

Qiqi slowly took out her cell phone: "Qiqi, too..."