PUBG Nightmare Player System

Many people have this mindset.

Ye Lang II was a human, and naturally he knew what these guys were thinking.

Want to step on me, Ye Lang? It can't be alright!

Suddenly, Ye Lang heard a clear voice and a familiar smell.

"Do you have freestyle?"

A huge question mark popped out of Ye Lang's forehead.

Faced with the contestants, Wu Sige asked his soul.

Isn't this my word? Shouldn't I say it?

Ye Lang was stunned, no, this entertainment circle is a bit shameless.

When Wu Sige finished saying this, he nodded in Ye Lang's direction. Ye Lang could almost imagine that after the game, in the camera editing, this was a tribute to Ye Lang.

Suddenly, many people who knew the hot stalk of Weibo booed.

"Yue... Teacher Wu is doing things."

"It looks good, I thought I was here to participate in the competition, but today I am going to watch PK."

"Where is Ye Lang? Where is Ye Lang?"

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

But after cheering for a while, Wu Sige continued to talk to the contestant.

"Then I will have a paragraph."

Freestyle means impromptu rap. Ye Lang used this sentence when looking for things on Weibo, which may not be understood by most people, but it can be understood partly from the literal meaning.

But they don't understand, everyone who plays rap understands, this is for you to improvise for a while, to see your level.

"Yo-yo-yo... I heard that you want Lao Tzu to improvise

Chinese rap is really muddy

Too many people obviously don’t have the temperament of hiphop

But they all want to squeeze out passions that don’t belong to them

..."

The contestant completed his creation in less than ten seconds, and burst out a rhythmic improvisation.

At this moment, everyone on the scene applauded wildly.

Wu Sige also looked slightly, he should be more fancy to this player.

But Ye Lang alone in the back shook his head.

If there is any highlight in this freestyle, it is rhyming. What else is there besides rhyming?

Slobber song, Mouse Laibao, children can do it.

That's it?

Ye Lang couldn't help showing an ambiguous smile, which was a polite and resisting smile.

If Huaxia rap is all these people, you can do whatever you want by imitating European and American culture every day and holding foreign products, then Huaxia rap will never rise.

...

After a dozen people in a row, Ye Lang finally arrived.

Ye Lang's judges are hot chickens.

Taidao is a smooth underground cannon and has many fans. Although there are no frequent works, the classic "Mortal Song" still left a deep impression on many people.

"Come on, Ye Lang, I think you are much better than me."

Hot Chicken is extremely irritable to other people, but when it comes to Ye Lang, it is unusually gentle and respectful.

He is not a person who does not know how to appreciate. The rapper is arrogant and direct, but it does not mean blindness.

All fools know that Ye Lang's talent is unparalleled, and "Nunchoke" is full of desire.

Ye Lang smiled, "Okay, then come."

When Ye Lang took a deep breath, everyone was quiet for a while.

Freestyle is a form without music and no accompaniment. In this situation, the only person who can control the rhythm is the singer himself.

Only a rookie needs others to beat, but Ye Lang doesn't need it at all.

"I eat hot pot, you eat hot pot bottoms.

Smile at you because i'm polite

There are many people to compare the ruthless goods

Bao Baotou feels this month’s date"

As soon as this section came out, the hot chicken got goose bumps all over.

This is the taste, this is the taste of rap, Ye Lang is really an authentic rapper, but he disdains to express his talent in such a crude form.

Sure enough! Director Liuzhou seems to have hired the wrong person!

Hot chicken's expression changed, and the others were even more confused.

Ye Lang's voice is like a folk song in Sichuan and Shu area, but there is no dazzling skill in every word and every sentence, and it is extremely comfortable to bite. At first hearing it, it is like entering Sichuan and Shu and encountering a green forest hero.

"So arrogant!"

"No way, his word is so aggressive, just like the hot pot over there."

"Hey, folk songs, no matter how good you sing, it is useless to say badly."

...

Wu Sige and Pan Shuai were also dumbfounded.

Rap, rap, do someone really sing?

Shouldn't the lotus mouth be talking about it all?

Especially Wu Sige, his understanding of rap can only go to here.

Just listen to Ye Lang's mouth popping out a pile of lyrics again, the words pounded.

"Don't bother and follow

You can eat the oil soup with one bite

Come to Bihazao and smile

Lao Tzu's heart is full of smoke

They were all clever and miserable, but they were mistaken by cleverness..."

When I first arrived here, the hot chicken interrupted directly, "Alright! Yes!"

After speaking, he took the big golden chain that symbolized the qualification for promotion from his neck, handed it to Ye Lang with a smile, and gave Ye Lang a hug.

"When did you start playing rap? It feels very sophisticated."

Hot Chicken asked quietly.

Ye Lang smiled faintly, "It didn't take long, elementary school student."

...

The freestyle session lasted a whole day. Here, Ye Lang found those from Chang'an.

"You are Ye Lang."

In the background, a man with dirty braids shook his head and walked towards Ye Lang.

Ye Lang frowned, the other party's tone was a bit bad.

With his gaze swept away, Ye Lang saw the person behind this guy who was a little pale, or even pale, wearing a hooded sweater.

"how?"

"Haha, Ye Lang, how nice you are to be your star, come here to play rap and wait for your ruin!"

Ye Lang smiled sideways: "Oh? Does this mean you are right?"

"Cut, it's not just that simple, the one behind me, the number one rapper in Chang'an, how old are you, who can sing very well? Changshan song, rubbish."

Ye Lang never held grudges, so when the other party spoke, he was not angry at all.

Because, generally speaking, he will avenge his grudges on the spot!

"Who is the garbage talking about?"

"What's the matter, dissatisfied? The garbage says you!"

Ye Lang made a bend, and the other party went in.

When the epidemic was **** in the backstage rest house, when he saw the group of Chang'an surrounded Ye Lang, they avoided one by one.

People like Changan can't afford it.

They were a little scared at first, but suddenly they heard Ye Lang's move, and the other party fell in.

In an instant, one by one covered his mouth and laughed out loud.

"Fuck, Nima!" The man reacted and waved to beat Ye Lang.

"Hold on." The young man in a white sweater came out, "My name is Pickled Pepper. Congratulations on your promotion, Ye Lang."

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