start from romance

Chapter 80 I Don't Bully You

In a daze, Tang Zhichu opened his eyes, the light was still on, and looked in the direction of the coffee table.

Jiang Lan was sitting on the carpet, and then lying on the coffee table to write and draw.

Tang Zhichu closed his eyes again, and opened them again after a long while.

"Miss Lan."

Jiang Lan turned around and said with a smile, "Are you awake?"

"Well, what are you doing?"

Jiang Lan pointed to the mobile phone on the coffee table: "Watch the show."

"What is there to see?"

Jiang Lan leaned over with her mobile phone: "Look at the barrage."

Tang Zhichu got up, imitating Jiang Lan, and sat next to each other on the carpet.

Jiang Lan originally wanted to unplug the earphones, but after a pause, he simply handed over an earphone, and the two watched it together.

"Fuck, Xiao Yun sings so well!"

"The pressure has come to the male guests, this year's female guests are all excellent!"

"Why do I feel that Xiao Yun's singing is not inferior to artists at all! It's so nice, what's the name of this song?"

"Already added to the playlist! Ma De, I'm so envious of the male lead, but it's a pity that the male lead's attention is only on Yangyang!"

"It's not just the second male, the attention of the three males is obviously on Yang Bao, okay?"

"The beauty of the women's group comes to Lian Zong, it's a random killing!"

"This song is called "Good Morning, Good Morning". Chen Siyang has sung it, looking forward to it, let's relive it again!"

Jiang Lan was watching the scene of singing that night, and the program team rendered it fairly harmoniously.

Most of the barrage was praising the female guests, because Chen Siyang took the initiative to meet by chance at first, and Zhou Yun took the initiative to sit next to Yang Jiaxing at night, under the booing of the guests in the observation room.

There is a feeling that this year's female guests are brave, sassy and awesome.

Of course, there were also some bad comments, for example, Tang Zhichu was not good enough for Chen Siyang, and even the observation room had this kind of worry, not because they looked down on Tang Zhichu, but because they didn't like him.

One is an artist and the other is an ordinary amateur.

The same is true in terms of personality, Tang Zhichu doesn't look like the kind who takes the initiative to attack, and he feels weak, compared with Yang Jiaxing, it is simply two extremes.

Some people were offended by Chen Siyang's initiative towards Tang Zhichu, and shouted on the barrage that this couple could stand upside down and eat poop.

"Fuck, this dude knows how to play the guitar!"

"Stop yelling, people can hear the pitch of the guitar with their ears, this is a master!"

"Cowhide! A person who has practiced guitar for four years passed by. Currently, he still has to rely on a tuner for tuning!"

"Why didn't I understand this paragraph? Why did he interrupt Yang Yang's singing?"

"It's not an interruption. What are you thinking? He is kind enough to help tune the pitch."

"(°°)!!! It's you from DY's side, Tang Shen!"

"Holy shit, what a god! He looks so good-looking! I even asked him to sing, didn't he say 1.8 meters and [-] catties? Damn!"

"Oh my god, this is God Tang, the one who won the DY Moyin Cup and won Xue Lang in the final. He sang He Shuyuan's "Prayer" in a higher tune. How about a cow!"

"I don't know how serious it is, is it Xue Lang, the little singer of Good Voice No.3?"

"Yes, that's Xue Lang. I thought that Xue Lang's participation in the "Magic Sound Cup" was a blow to reduce dimensionality, but he was turned into a man by Tang Shenjiao. His version of "Prayer" is really fake."

"My mother, they told me that I still don't believe it. The voice is really Tang Shen, so handsome and not showing his face, shit!"

For some reason, the style of barrage painting suddenly changed, and a bunch of people bragging about Tang Shen appeared.

Jiang Lan looked at Tang Zhichu in surprise: "Are you so good?"

Jiang Lan doesn't play DY, because of Su Qingzhuo, she knows that Tang Zhichu has sung in DY, but this singing seems to be different from the singing she understands.

Tang Zhichu shook his head: "Don't listen to them, DY must have hired the sailors, and I'm just a little Karami."

Jiang Lan gave Tang Zhichu a white look, and thought that if this was the case, it would be a good idea to push Chen Siyang together that day.

The barrage opened the eyes of the sky, and the observation room didn't know it, and it was still analyzing in a serious manner.

But they pointed out one thing, Chen Siyang didn't look like he wanted to sing, Tang Zhichu was making a rescue, and he also emphasized the level of Tang Zhichu's guitar.

Including barrage, everyone seems to underestimate Tang Zhichu.

After this paragraph, the audience who said that Tang Zhichu was not good enough for Chen Siyang fell silent.

Tang Zhichu glanced at the coffee table and asked, "What were you writing just now?"

"Huh? No, I just write and play casually."

Tang Zhichu wanted to get up, but was pulled back by Jiang Lan.

"What's so good about this show?" Tang Zhichu complained.

Jiang Lan not only pulled Tang Zhichu back, but also took Tang Zhichu's arm: "Don't leave, just watch!"

Tang Zhichu had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue watching.

Why did Tang Zhichu want to leave?Because the first date came.

Maybe because he felt that he was strong, Jiang Lan said softly: "Our new equipment has just been put in place, and there will be a trade fair soon, and QQ candy will be distributed. I will be very busy next time, please accompany me."

Tang Zhichu stopped talking, just watched it.

Hey, you watch TV when you watch TV, what are you doing with your head on my shoulder!
There are also arms, which are so big that they squeezed me.

This feeling is very strange. Tang Zhichu saw that he was dating Chen Siyang on the screen, but in reality he was hugging Jiang Lan again, facing each other face to face in such a different dimension.

My heartbeat also accelerated inexplicably.

"How do you know that Yangyang likes white?" Jiang Lan looked up at Tang Zhichu.

"Uh, I was fooled."

"You liar, you actually added her fan group, hehe, I didn't cut it off for you."

"It's been so long, I forgot."

"Really forget?"

"I probably forgot."

"Then you look at me and say."

Tang Zhichu moved his stiff neck, then looked down at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan's face was flushed, her eyes were watery, her hair was loose, and part of it naturally fell to her bulging chest.

Tang Zhichu reached out and tapped the phone screen. Jiang Lan snorted, but did not avoid Tang Zhichu's approach.

The breathing sounds of the two were very slight, and slowly, they touched each other.

After a long time, the two parted, and each gasped for breath.

Jiang Lan put her phone on the hook again, then leaned towards Tang Zhichu, she put her arms around Tang Zhichu's waist, and rested her head on Tang Zhichu's chest.

"Watch TV, I won't bully you."

Tang Zhichu also took Jiang Lan's arms, and even tried his best.

There was a smile on the corner of Jiang Lan's mouth, and she arched Tang Zhichu again.

For the next half month, Tang Zhichu lived very regularly. He got up at [-]:[-] in the morning, ran in the morning and practiced, had breakfast after the run, and then went to the gym.

Practice equipment and aerobics in the gym, and then eat in the gym.

I went home in the afternoon and started my old job, diving headlong into the copyright music library and thesaurus, looking for melodies and words that haven't been excavated yet.

After eating a little at home, I went out to the gym again. This time I ran, jumped, and did some exercises without touching the equipment, and then I had another meal.

Rest and play when I get home, have a supper at ten o'clock, and then go to bed.

Five meals a day, gym twice, music and voice practice.

This kind of life lasted until May 26. When Tang Zhichu looked in the mirror, although he was still thin, his posture was different. Except for the collarbone, at least no obvious bones could be seen, and they were all covered by well-proportioned and less obvious muscles. up.

(End of this chapter)