Fang Shan knew nothing about what happened next.
When I woke up again, I was surrounded by a strong smell of disinfectant. He struggled to open his eyelids, and a face suddenly came closer.
"Thank God." Rong Yue quickly rang the call bell on the bedside: "If you don't wake up, I will think about transferring you to the intensive care unit."
The second half of the sentence is more joking.
Someone pushed the door open and unexpectedly the bell rang was not a nurse, but a doctor.
Rong Yue spread his hands and explained: "This is a VIP special ward. You must be able to afford my medical expenses after you get out."
Fang Shan allowed the doctor to check his pupils, and asked by the way: "Where is the friend who was sent in with me?"
The doctor made sure that he was fine and said, "His condition is more serious than yours, and he still needs to stay in the hospital for another day."
A trace of grievance flashed in Fang Shan's eyes. Doesn't this indirectly prove that his singing voice is more unpleasant than that of his host.
Rong Yue still can't understand the reason for his coma: "The examinations are all good, but in the end it can only be attributed to heat stroke."
Fang Shan licked his dry lips, and Rong Yue poured him a glass of water at the right time. Fang Shan drank it in one gulp and asked, "To be fair, what do you think of my singing?"
Putting aside the hurt caused by the singing, Rong Yue said realistically: "One of a kind."
Fang Shan frowned: "Don't you find it unpleasant?"
After Rong Yue was stunned for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh: "We pay more attention to the essence when listening to music. In the process, we must learn to abandon superficial tones. This is the most basic ability." At the end, he did not forget: " It looks like you didn't do well in elementary school music class."
“…”
Wei Sushen did not wake up until the next day. He had occasionally thought about whether he would be trapped in a mission world, but among the millions of ways to die, he never considered being sent on the road because of each other's unpleasant singing.
Fang Shan had already bought breakfast, and looked quite virtuous beside him. He blew the porridge coolly and brought it to his lips: "Take a sip first to replenish your strength."
Wei Sushen was not fooled by the gentle appearance and revealed the key part in one sentence: "You woke up before me."
Fang Shan put down the bowl: "It's because the host's body is too weak and it has nothing to do with my singing."
How could Wei Sushen believe his lies: "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"
Fang Shan: "Observe for one more day."
Wei Sushen didn't like the smell of disinfectant, so he went through the discharge procedures that afternoon. Rong Yue had already arranged for a car to be waiting at the door and took them directly back to the theater.
In addition to the band members, there was also a man with semi-long hair in the theater. Fang Shan had seen him on the advertising screen when he first came here... Hua Xi, the most popular musician at the moment.
The other party's eyes only stayed on Fang Shan and Wei Sushen for a moment, and then he opened his mouth and said, "I refuse."
Rong Yue frowned: "As promised before..."
Hua Xi interrupted him, pointed at Fang Shan and said, "I don't like his appearance, he's too demonic."
Leaving aside any unnecessary excuse, he walked straight past Fang Shan and walked out.
It can be said that Huaxi has had smooth sailing since his debut. Regardless of his family background or talent, he has the capital, so even though Rong Yue is dissatisfied, he cannot openly fall out.
The guitar man yawned: "More willful than me." After speaking, he looked at Rong Yue: "What should we do next?"
Rong Yue: "I will check again about the artists who have held concerts recently."
A light laugh broke in: "There should be no one with better results than Hua Xi."
Rong Yue nodded: "This is natural."
Regardless of topicality or popularity, Huaxi far surpasses the current traffic niche, and his strength is obvious to all.
Fang Shan: "Where does Huaxi live?"
Rong Yue shook his head directly: "According to his temperament, even if he comes to ask for help, he will only get humiliation."
The guitar man nodded and added: "That guy's temperament has always been moody."
Fang Shan: "I appreciate it very much. You're so kind." Turning to look at Wei Su Shen: "You like it too, right?"
Wei Sushen stared at him for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and nodded slowly.
The band leader asked Rong Yue in a low voice: "Did you have a brain CT scan when you were discharged from the hospital?"
If he hadn't had contact with them before, Rong Yue would have thought that there was something wrong with these two people's minds. After hesitating for a moment, he finally told them Huaxi's address: "How do you want to convince him?"
Fang Shan looked confused: "I said that I like someone very much. If you like someone, you have to confess, and the way of confessing..."
He paused and looked at Wei Su Shen expectantly. The latter did not live up to his expectations, so Mo De said emotionally: "Sing to him downstairs."
Fang Shan agreed with his face: "Singing it moved the heavens and moved him."
The theater itself was very cool, and as soon as these words came out, everyone shuddered.
Rong Yue's conscience is still there: "Isn't it bad to use supernatural powers to force someone?"
Fang Shan glanced at him and smiled heartily.
The moment their eyes met, Rong Yue made a cross on his chest and changed his words: "May the Mermaid King bless him."
Fang Shan was very satisfied with his decision, and his smile faded slightly: "Mr. Rong, please send us there."
Taxis are too expensive and cannot be consumed at the moment.
"Wait for me." The guitar man raised his hand: "I'll go too."
The band leader followed silently at the end.
It was originally a configuration of two people and a driver, but it finally developed into a mighty team.
Huaxi lives in the Eden Community. It is said to be a community, but in fact it is a lonely building standing in the suburbs.
There are a total of thirty floors here, and there are extraordinary people living on each floor. Fang Shan took a speaker and blocked his earplugs with the foresight. The others did the same thing as him, and some even added extra earmuffs.
Fang Shan cleared his throat, got out of the car and shouted to the sky: "Resident of No. 502, I declare you!"
Huaxi was composing music in her room. When she heard the noise from the speaker, she stood on the balcony with an ugly face. She was ready to call someone to solve the problem without even thinking about it.
Downstairs, Fang Shan said to the guitar man in the car, "Please play along."
The guitar man actually didn't want to get too close. The effect of earplugs was limited after all. He couldn't bear Fang Shan's enthusiastic smile and reluctantly got out of the car with the guitar in his arms.
As the guitar man fiddled with the strings twice, Fang Shan immediately got into the mood. He changed his method this time, from duet to chorus.
The guitar man was the closest and almost lost control. His nosebleed dripped on the strings. The guitar was close to his body, as if this could relieve the discomfort on his kidneys.
Hua Xi, who was standing on the balcony, slipped her hand and dropped her cell phone to the ground. Waves of sound came one after another, leaving no one with any time to react.
The fire at the city gate affected Chi Yu, and the big guys who lived with him on this floor suffered for no reason. Everyone at home had their faces flushed, and they didn't even have the strength to stand up to check the situation.
Rong Yue didn't know when he came up behind him and asked with some worry: "Will this offend a group of people?"
Fang Shan paused and replied: "So the risk needs to be transferred."
Before Rong Yue had time to delve into the deeper meaning of this sentence, he heard Fang Shan loudly shout through the trumpet: "Huaxi, who was in chaos and finally abandoned, this song "The Flame of Love" is given to you!"
After that, he started singing again.
Those who live in high-rise buildings are lucky, but the residents on the first and second floors are in dire straits. They can't figure out the origin of the singer outside, and blame Hua Xi... If this bastard hadn't been flirting with women outside, how could they have been in vain? Being implicated for no reason
During the intermission, Fang Shan shouted: "Hua Xi, why don't you come down?"
Then continue singing loudly.
Hua Xi's face turned pale. He wanted to rush down with the kitchen knife, but he didn't have enough strength. Another 40 minutes passed, and residents living above the 12th floor who were less disturbed violently broke in and tied up Huaxi Wuhua.
"You must repay the romantic debt you owe yourself." The leader said coldly, carried the person off the elevator, and threw him directly out of the unit door. The boss looked arrogantly at Fang Shan, who had stopped singing, and pointed at Hua Xi, who was tied into a rice dumpling on the ground: "Take him and get out!"
Fang Shan thought that he respected individual wishes very much, so he squatted in front of Hua Xi and asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
Hua Xi wanted to slap him with her backhand, but unfortunately she was restrained.
Fang Shan stretched out his finger and waved it in front of him: "Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared."
Hua Xi took a deep breath and laughed angrily: "It's just a concert. Okay, I'll go to the rehearsal with you."
After getting into the car, the knot on Hua Xi's body was untied. She was still on the verge of rage. She suppressed the urge to take action directly and asked, "What kind of superpower is this?"
Fang Shan: "Purification and paradise."
Hua Xi glanced at the silent man sitting on the side looking out the window, and then at Fang Shan with a sly smile. It was clear who was Purification and who was Elysium.
After trying it himself, Hua Xi kept massaging her temples with both hands. After her headache was relieved, she accidentally raised her eyes and met Fang Shan's eyes.
"Many people around me have done similar actions." Fang Shan imitated Wei Sushen's usual way of rubbing his eyebrows.
Hua Xi suddenly felt a sense of sympathy with the strangers he mentioned. After a while, he reluctantly calmed down and returned to business: "With your strength, it will be a matter of time before you become famous. I don't mind being a ladder."
This 'don't mind' is completely the product of compromise under violence.
Fang Shan suddenly asked about his superpower.
"Bewitch."
Fang Shan looked at him through colored glasses. This power also sounded unserious.
Huaxi did not deny it, but said: "I used to think that this kind of talent has some rogue elements, and I didn't want to be alone."
It's the truth, and it's inevitably a little ironic.
Huaxi took the initiative to ignore the topic and looked at Rong Yue who was sitting in the passenger seat: "After helping them gain popularity, are they going to prepare an album?"
Rong Yue nodded.
"Send Buddha to the West," Hua Xi hummed softly: "The promotion of this concert can be like the City of Desire."
Rong Yue immediately smiled and thanked him. Fang Shan also thought it was good. He touched Wei Su Shen, who had an upright posture: "What do you think?"
Wei Sushen: "The connotation is not enough."
Hua Xi's face darkened: "Is it possible that you have a better idea?"
Wei Sushen nodded slightly: "The theme is best to be strong without desire."
Huaxi's expression changed, and after subconsciously thinking up a promotional slogan, the fans came to watch a concert called "No Desires, Be Strong" with curiosity and excitement, and then—
updown down.
Will he be beaten to death by angry fans on the spot
The author has something to say: I still owe you an update, so I will make up for it in the next two days. I originally wanted to write it today, but it is too hot. Sitting in a chair for a long time is simply torture...
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