MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 149 underground

15 black and white roses are crowded together.

The wrapping paper is soft and sprinkled with gold. Even if the bouquet is dull and depressed, the rose is rich and infiltrated, and the starry sky is like the algae to be swallowed by the Black Sea.

When the sorcerer stayed, he looked at the short note that was attached to the flower.

Hudi's eyes are shining: "Wow, I am a local tyrant! I also want fans to send me flowers!"

The same group of Lolo brushed his teeth, put on a white t-shirt and looked up: "For you, is it not normal for fans to send flowers?"

Hudi immediately corrected: "It can be sent as a gift for visiting the class. Also, it can be sent to the Snow Leopard entertainment at this time. It is expensive to buy a flower. It is a black rose! The most expensive thing in the flower market is it, 咦This person should not be extremely powdery! Yesterday, when he saw the Wei Shi players in the Bacheng show, he sent a rose to the witch, so he also sent a bunch to fight for the favor -"

The sorcerer looked at the money and remembered it.

In the fifth round of the knockout, Versailles voted for help. The local id powder that gave him 800,000 votes was also a single word, Yu.

Without waiting for the reaction of the two teammates, the sorcerer quickly called the logistics team: "Hello, what is the flower delivery..."

The back of the logistics touch: "A gentleman, wearing sunglasses, not very clear face, he is standing below -"

The curtain brush was opened and the Snow Leopard Entertainment Building Square was empty.

Behind him, Lolo was still whispering to hudi: "How is it black? I always feel flustered."

Hudi: "...the black rose is the flower language, 'you are the devil, and it is for me.' I have seen the **** artist who was sent to the black line, who knows how to be given to the witch. But then, There is such a level of local powder, let alone the flower language is a demon, even if the flower language treats me as a paramecium I am willing!"

The witches are stupidly holding flowers, and Zhuang Fan is coming over: "Receive it, it’s also a fan’s heart."

The sorcerer immediately slammed and carefully placed the flower on the window sill.

Zhuang Fan looked at him and disdained: "What expression, I am afraid that this flower will not be eaten?"

The witch is seriously pondering, he still has to give the company a voice, after all, he is just a poor and white little trainee -

Zhuang Fan made a snap: "Go, today is a fierce battle."

Wu Yiqiao cleverly followed, and Hudi was still lingering to Lolokop: "15 roses represent migration, I am pondering now, it is not a flower blind to send flowers to the witches!"

The sorcerer who fell in the end suddenly had a meal.

He looked back at the window.

The square is empty, and the morning light is so intense that it gives birth to an illusion of being peeped.

A few minutes later, the variety guests gathered at the entrance of the building, and the witches were fighting high and re-entering the state of full blood.

The original 25 group of guests had only 16 teams remaining on the second day. The two popular men’s groups practiced the eagle-winged blade and the Ayuan in the distance, and they even looked at Wu’s Wei Shi’s Zuobo, and so on.

The task card is issued.

“After half an hour, I arrived at the 225 warehouse in the southern suburbs of the city, and...” Hudi, who read the card, said: “And earn 1000 credits in 4 hours. How is it the same as yesterday’s mission? There are 225 warehouses, how have I never heard of it? This place?"

The rest of the players expressed their sorrow, but Zhuang Fan’s eyes were clear and he played a 12-point spirit:

"Not the same, this mission is much more difficult."

"225 warehouse, is an underground bar."

With the order of the guide, 16 groups of players are thrown out of the string. Halfway through the subway station, the hot pot shop grandfather was full of energy: "Hold, 10 credits! Business burst last night, a few small dolls are very interesting -"

Zhuang Fan made a gesture and spurred a strong wind when he ran.

If the sorcerer does not understand, he asks: "Fan Ge! What does the gesture mean?"

Zhuang Fan: "I mean thank you, loveandpeace - I am playing this for the grandfather!"

The male rapper was very excited from the beginning. When the subway arrived at the station, the door of the 225 warehouse, Zhuang Fan quickly called the team: "The makeup was unloaded, the eyeliner was also wiped, and the inside was a violent old man. Oh, the little witch, your false eyelashes are thrown too -"

The witches tried to defend their eyelids: "True, true eyelashes!"

"..." Zhuang Fan coughed and opened the topic briefly to his teammates: "The 225 warehouse is the underground band, rapper, dj's site. It's a mess, right, don't just reveal your identity."

Hudi stunned: "Underground rapper, the kind of training students dos all day long?!"

Zhuang Fan nodded and gestured to several people to pull the t-shirt casually, and the hair was also confused: "The more unordered the place, the more you look at the strength. The line, the cameras are all pinholes, go in and find a job. Singing and dancing here is not fried. The field, or the rap of the battle, has the possibility of being shackled, and there is no order in it -"

When Zhuang Fan stopped, I saw all the teammates brushing and looking at the witch.

Hudi likes to come from it: "There are witches, we are not afraid of being jealous!"

Wu Yi: "..." I can't rely on it!

The warehouse door suddenly opened.

The sorcerer’s embarrassment finally knows that the “real meaning” of the escape trainee is placed in the guest. Dimly disappeared, the 225 warehouse was smoky, and a few men smoking cigars at the door were lazy, looking bad, seeing blood on the eyes, it is estimated that they have not fallen asleep.

In the distance, the electric guitar bass bombarded the eardrum, and some people danced in the battle. The recent stage was two rapper passion freestyle. Whenever one party was diss, the alcoholic dancers in the audience danced.

One of the underground rappers was full of dirty organs, and the cue point was flowed with the flow. The people who invited him to drink almost grew up. When his opponent turned red, the bartender immediately gave him a credit red envelope.

At the door, a security guard at the head took Zhuang Fan’s eyes and was careless.

Zhuang Fan’s face was blank and his eyes fixed on the rapper on the stage.

Wu Han turned to look at Zhuang Fan.

As a rapper and captain, Zhuang Fan was very proud of most of the time. At this time, Zhuang Fan’s eyes looked straight on the stage and slowly opened: “The underground bar, the top of the row is in the evening, during the day. Miscellaneous fish."

The sorcerer looked at the terminal at 10 am. The 255 passengers in the warehouse passed through the whole house, and many of them walked back and forth. From the point of view of the deck and the dance floor, the passenger capacity of the warehouse should not stop there.

That is, now in the low passenger flow, the early rapper only has two or three streams - Zhuang Fan may not be able to fight.

Zhuang Fan pulled down the jacket zipper: "He is double-pressed and he can't stress."

Hudi suddenly reacted: "Fan, Fan Ge, you want to go??"

Zhuang Fan nodded, and he was different from the shivering trainee hudi. He grew up in this field since he was a child. Even if he became a trainee, he would be more wild. He looked back at the sorcerer and was about to squat -

Witch's eyes are admired, and the embarrassed station stands down to the stage: "Fan Ge assured, I will give you a battle!"

Zhuang Fan reached out and Wu Yi beat him with his fist. There are witches, and there is always no fear that Hudi will be bullied by anyone.

On the stage, the underground rapper poured a whole bottle of mineral water, and looked extremely proud until Zhuang Fan came to power.

"To start!" Hudi nervous, Zhuang Fan directly put the hood on his head, and the momentum rose sharply in a sneer.

"Little white face?" The rapper ridiculed, reaching out to make a gun emptiness to collapse on Zhuang Fan's head.

Zhuang Fan did not say a word, dj blew a whistle, the disc rubbed and screamed, Zhuang Fan directly grabbed an eight-shot, and then said nothing to start pressing: "putyoumotherf*ckinghandiacapellanuscareddeath..."

The next scream, the screams burst open! The lights turned around Zhuangfan, and some people brought Zangfan to the wine bottle. The accent was stepped on and the Wushu suddenly exited: "Stable!"

Zhuang Fan's rhythm is too good, freestyle does not run. What's more important is that this person will spray, obviously during the variety shooting, Zhuang Fanzhen is not afraid of the lyrics being [哔——], the battle is like a fierce wolf.

The rapper opposite him fell in the air, and he did not admit defeat and wanted to struggle, but the preface did not follow the words. Hudi anxious: "Witches -"

The sorcerer went to the side with a bottle and slammed it: "He is in the set, Fan Ge diss him!"

Zhuang Fan is a spirit, and the pressure on the beat, the two disstrack directly disrupt the flow of the other side -

Cheering under the stage!

The competition in the underground bar is far more cruel than the corner of yesterday. The rapper that played against Zhuang Fan was a stiff, and the evil wicked away from Zhuang Fan.

On the side of the stage, the 12 squad had not had time to get the wind to Zhuang Fan, and the watch suddenly sounded.

"There are two groups eliminated? So early?!" Hudi was surprised: "What is the situation? I don't have to earn 1000 credits and I don't have to go out so early. - Wait, that is, wow, eagle? He was not on stage. Playing bass, how come this time was rushed down, credit points not received??"

The witches look into the distance.

This kind of battle has a bounty, and Zhuang Fan is off the stage, and he should ask for compensation from the bar. The bartender will obviously scan the code for Zhuang Fan, but suddenly he will lift his head and accept the movement.

The witches suddenly turned back.

At the other end of the stage, the Eagle Blade and Ayuan are not good, and they are working with a big man.

The man has an arm tattoo, Qinglong White Tiger, and the door is rough: "What is the total amount? I will control you 1000 credits. My field is to pump 90%. You take 10%. Is it too little? That is gone! Rules? I am here. Whose fist is hard is the rule."

The rapper that had previously lost the bell also followed the tattooed man, nodding his head and screaming at Zhuang Fan.

The tattooed man greeted the bartender and also deducted 90% of Zhuangfan’s bounty. Next to the younger brother, I got out of the crowd: "Tiger brother, what happened to the third brother just now, I saw that I was afraid of being who..."

Zhuang Fan is still indignant and angry: "The 225 warehouse has only pumped 40%, what are you special!"

The tattooed man stretched out a finger and shook it. He looked at several trainees: "If you come to the field to make money, you can decide how to divide it. If you don't accept it, you will come directly to me. You can't understand the artists you are licking, one finger. Can be overturned -"

Tattoo male meal.

In front of a witch trotting quickly passed through, and Zhuang Fan gathered.

The tattooed man looked at the witch, his eyelashes were long and curled, and the curls were soft and soft.

Tattooed man squinted for a long time, pointing to the sorcerer: "You are so long, dare to come here to us? Absurd!"

Everyone: "..." This is not a program mission! The beautiful young girl is trapped in the underground bar!

That box, Wu Yi is still whispering to Zhuang Fan: "Do you want to fight?"

Zhuang Fan looked at the witch.

This special thing does not know where it was just smashed out, and the eyes are bright and bright, which is in stark contrast to the tattooed man who is not far away. Zhuang Fan is silent: "...has you really played?"

The sorcerer nodded noddedly: "The former brother taught me, estimate the weight of the other party and then watch the pace. The walk without the trainer is light and fluttering, just stumble!"

Next, A Yuan also said hello to the witch, and his face asked the Eagle Blade: "He is talking about it?"

"..." The eagle blade suddenly opened: "Women, don't go. This round is the program group has not been arranged in advance, back to the game, I said to be with you solo."

Witch: "Hey, no conflict!"

Then look at Zhuang Fan.

Zhuang Fan took a deep breath and the underground bar was chaotic, so he also talked about the rules of the rivers and lakes. The sorcerer went up and fights with the dragon brother, and the other party will definitely not engage in wheel battles. Not good again -

Zhuang Fan is a side.

No longer, the defender who can play very well at a glance is not coming over!

Zhuang Fan nodded: "Well, I want to go."

The sorcerer took part in the lower joints and was happy to stand in front of the tattooed man: "A fight, win a score, and lose us."

Behind him.

Ayuan: "..."

Ayuan: "???"

Ayuan: "He, he, he, he, how did he go to the heads-up? This is fighting, fighting?? Unlike, Mom, how did the man punch out... Who, who, witch, which entertainment company? Did the group buy him insurance?"

Eagle Blade sneered: "Do you really think he is a male group trainee?"

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