I'm on fire after being hacked

Time is getting tighter and tighter, and there are only two days left before San Gong.The young lady in the management team called Han Deng out alone and asked him about his arrangements for the official performance.

When the young lady asked if he could sing, Han Deng shook his head silently.

Han Deng's voice is still hoarse, he can't face the audience in this state, this is irresponsible to the audience.

Although it was difficult, Han Deng still said, "If it doesn't get better by the rehearsal, I won't sing."

The young lady in charge of the inquiry sighed, feeling that it was a pity.

It is no exaggeration for the lighting engineers to say that Han Deng is the number one vocal of a big star.Among all Daxing's contestants, there are quite a few who can speak and sing, and more with unique voices. However, she still feels that Han Deng is the most outstanding among them in terms of singing skills and sound quality on stage.

However, the reality is in front of us, no matter how reluctant we are, we have to consider the effect of the scene.

So, she could only nod.

During the rehearsal, Han Deng's voice was still weak.

Without Han Deng's high-pitched voice, Qian Yiran was the happiest.

Han Deng wrote this song really well, but it's a pity that he gave him money for nothing to make a wedding dress.Time also, luck also.

If Han Deng also sang, Qian Yiran might not be compared to what he would look like.But now, it seems, the time has come for him to stand up.

Glancing at Han Deng provocatively, Qian Yiran's smile gradually grew, and he seemed full of confidence.

Han Deng ignored Qian Yiran's small gestures, and directly put on his coat and went back to the dormitory.

Standing on the small roof of the dormitory building, Han Deng stared blankly at the setting sun in the distance that gradually disappeared behind the forest.The light gradually dimmed, and the thin figure of the young man looked very thin and small in the distance, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Shi Jiu looked at the butterfly bones holding up his clothes from a distance, and thought, Han Deng is not weak, he is more stubborn than anyone else.

Ever since he came to Xingyanjing, Shi Jiu had never seen Han Deng's hard bones broken by anyone. His only act of showing weakness was the phone call that day.

Tsk.Thinking of this, Shi Jiu's eyes darkened, his eyes filled with displeasure, and he went out to get the crayfish he had just ordered.

After blowing the cold wind for a while, Han Deng brushed his sweaty hair, remembered the doctor's advice, and started making bubble sounds.

From the relaxation of the facial muscles to the larynx, open the mouth wide as if yawning, and then feel the airflow in the chest: "Ah, ah, ah..."

Han Deng closed his mouth, shook his chin, and the strands of hair dangled with him, as if he was doing a shampoo advertisement.

After shaking, relax your chest again, and open your mouth: "Google gurgle..."

Shi Jiu was carrying two big bags of food, and saw this scene as soon as he came back.Unable to hold back, he smiled softly, and quickly stretched out his hand into a fist and put it next to his mouth, trying to cover it up.

Han Deng heard the voice behind him, turned his head quickly, saw Shi Jiu carrying a big bag of delicious food, and widened his eyes.

Got caught.

Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Shi Jiu raised the two bags in his hand: "Do you want to eat together?"

Before Han Deng could answer, Shi Jiu walked up to Han Deng, put down his things first, then took the coat from Han Deng's hand, and put it on for him.

"It's so cold, you were sweating just now, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Han Deng clasped his coat with both hands, watching Shi Jiu put several pieces of toilet paper on the floor for him, but Shi Jiu found a random place to sit down.

"what is this?"

Shi Jiu didn't answer, but said while unpacking, "Sit."

Thinking about whether it is not good to eat the small stove that Shi Jiu prepared for him behind his back every day, Han Deng immediately sat down, reacted belatedly, and gave Shi Jiu a strange look.

But soon, Han Deng's attention was attracted by the pile of takeaways.

Fried chicken, crayfish and beer, barbecue...

Taking a deep breath, Han Deng stared at the pile of bright red and attractive crayfish: "Didn't the doctor tell me not to let me eat spicy food? There's still wine?!"

Shi Jiu looked at Han Deng's surprised expression, and said, "The doctor still keeps you relaxed and happy, why don't you listen?"

Han Deng was taken aback by what he said, and said stiffly, "I'm in a good mood."

"I don't know who was crying with snot and tears a few days ago, crying and laughing at the same time, and who else sneaked to the rooftop to blow the cold wind by himself, and now he is still talking hard to me."

Han Deng was angry when he was told, turned his face away and ignored him, and said in a very aggressive tone, "What does it have to do with you!"

Wearing plastic gloves, Shi Jiu quickly peeled off a few crayfish and handed them to Han Deng's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Han Deng took a look, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and continued to speak stiffly: "I won't eat."

Shi Jiu's hand just stayed there, and Han Deng stared at Shi Jiu with fierce eyes.

Shi Jiu unconsciously brought a smile on his lips, coaxing: "Eat it, it doesn't need to be too spicy."

The Han Deng was turned off, and he leaned over to grab one, his eyes fluttering.Look at those beers for a while, look at the crispy fried chicken for a while, but don't look at the wine.

Shi Jiu immersed himself in helping Han Deng peel the crayfish, and helped Han Deng open a bottle of beer in the middle, "Anyway, the performance is tomorrow. Whether or not the voice is good, we are not short of this drink."

Han Deng felt that there was nothing wrong with these words, so he took a big gulp of it in self-defeating, and took another bite of the fried chicken. His expression was rare and ferocious, and he looked like he was going to attack the bunker with explosives on his back in the next second.

It's a pity that Han Deng was ruthless for only 5 minutes, and after 5 minutes, he softened.

There was a blush on the cheeks, like a ripe apple, and the eyes revealed confusion and innocence, which were unusually bright.

Shi Jiu stared at him for a long time. Han Deng had been holding the can of beer just now, and the index finger holding the beer was straight up and tilted out from one side, and it had been tens of seconds.

Han Deng still had his eyes closed.

Shi Jiu rested his cheeks with great interest, looking at the monkey-like Han Deng with a blushing face and those pouting mouths.

Han Deng suddenly opened his eyes, with a faint murderous look in his eyes: "Hmph!"

Han Deng smashed the beer can on the ground, and the poor empty bottle was thrown to the ground with a "buzzing" sound.

"Let me tell you," Han Deng raised his index finger holding the bottle again, "I'm not afraid!"

After saying this aggressively, Han Deng tilted to the left, Shi Jiu quickly tried to help him, but was thrown away by Han Deng.

"I don't need your help!" Han Deng propped his left hand on the ground, squinting his eyes and said, "Do I look like I'm drunk?"

Don't say it, it's really like it.

"Huh!" Han Deng hummed for a while, and continued: "It's just a bad performance. Normally, I'll sing them ten times or eight times every minute, and tell you, no, no panting. , Hehehe~ hiccup~"

With a suppressed smile on the corner of Shi Jiu's mouth, he coaxed him to nod.

Han Deng smiled in satisfaction, and patted Shi Jiu's shoulder with his hand: "You are not bad, you have good vision, not bad."

Han Deng blinked, stood up suddenly, ran to the edge of the guardrail of the roof, pointed at the building opposite with a wine bottle, and suddenly raised his voice, shouting in a hoarse voice:

"I'm awesome! I'm super good! I don't pay attention to a small public performance. Whoever loves to sing will sing! Who cares about money or not! I don't like teammates like you! Hmph!"

Shi Jiu was worried that he would not be able to stand still, so he hurriedly followed him to protect him.

Shi Jiu put his hand on Han Deng's chest, and Han Deng gave Shi Jiu a fierce look.Shi Jiu thought he was going to get angry, and was hesitating whether to take his hand back.

Han Deng suddenly laughed out loud: "Oh - I know! I know you! You are the one who ignores me, a villain, you are also a villain! Hehe! Am I right, am I right!"

Shi Jiu looked at Han Lantern who seemed to have been soaked in cherry water, and met those shining eyes.

On weekdays, Han Deng's eyes are always clear and bright, as clean as holy spring water.After drinking, those eyes are like ghosts haunting in the dark night, haunting, wet and dense, as if they have been undercut by someone, and you can't bear to move them away after just one glance.

Shi Jiu's heart beat faster and he murmured, "No."

Han Deng pouted, "What's wrong!" After being refuted, Han Deng took a few steps forward and pulled Shi Jiu's cheek with his hand: "You are! You are!"

Shi Jiu came back to his senses, gently pulled Han Deng's hand away, and held him in his arms: "I will take care of you. Whenever you come to me in the future, I will take care of you."

Now, it was Han Deng's turn to be stunned.The clearness in his eyes flashed away, and Han Deng soon became angry again, and stomped his feet vigorously.

"A man's mouth, you deceitful ghost! It's really not a good thing!"

What the hell?

Who is not a good thing?

After stomping this foot, Han Deng seemed to be tired at last, and fell forward into Shi Jiu's arms, his hands wrapped around Shi Jiu like octopuses, and he muttered: "It's not a good thing!"

gnashing of teeth.

Are you not a man?

Shi Jiu was irritated by him, looking at the tired-looking Han Deng in his arms, but no one had the heart to scold him.

Shi Jiu held Han Deng with his left hand, and gently smoothed his messy hair with his right hand, and pulled Han Deng's collar up along the way.

You little heartless, you are so kind to you, and you still care about what happened before.

Seeing that Han Deng really wanted to sleep, Shi Jiu took Han Deng back to the dormitory.

There was no one on the road, and the lights in the dormitory were turned off. Shi Jiu put the man back under the bed, and carefully pulled the quilt up for him.

Han Deng pouted uncomfortably, rolled around on the bed, moaning and chirping.

"Well, hum, I don't want to be eliminated."

Shi Jiu paused, rubbed Han Deng's hair, and shaved his nose by the way: "You are so heartless, you should be eliminated."

Han Deng seemed to have heard it, pouted his lips unwillingly, snorted, and frowned tightly, looking like he was going to struggle to argue with others in the next second.

Shi Jiu quickly coaxed him: "Okay, okay, I won't let you be eliminated, I'll ask them all to vote for you, and vote for you as No.1."

After saying this, Han Deng seemed relieved, his brows gradually loosened, he snorted softly, and obediently began to sleep.

Shi Jiu couldn't hold back, and stroked Han Deng's hair again, before returning to his bed and taking out the spare phone.

"Speed ​​up the voting process, and make sure that Han Deng Sangong stays on the Xingyanjing stage."

The other side quickly replied: "Got it. But Han Deng's number of votes is already in the top ten, should I continue to vote? They are all milk tickets from the same account, will it be too obvious?"

Already top ten?

Shi Jiu paused with his fingers before saying, "If you score in the top seven, stop."

After a while, I added another sentence: "Temporarily."

After typing, Shi Jiu turned his head to look at Han Deng, who was only left on the back of his head, and decided not to tell him, so it was a surprise.

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Yesterday's review was done online because the title was wrong!Today's content introduction is 5 minutes later, he went soft 2333 (Sorry, I was wrong!)