Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 168: Flash and jump with big face (2)

"Where is it? Gate No. 3? I didn't see it." Mai Zishan looked anxiously.

"A little further, let's go forward for a while."

Mai Zishan was not wearing a mask or sunglasses. He was surrounded by Lu He and Xu Hao.

Zheng Li went to find a parking space.

What’s more, in Yanjing, there is no parking space for the Batmobile.

Along the way, Xu Hao's camera never stopped, and his whole body seemed to have been injected with chicken blood.

Along the way, many people recognized Mai Zishan.

His face is quite recognizable.

The office worker holding the briefcase suddenly followed him blankly.

Also followed by three cats! One black, one white, and one big orange.

Only today did he realize that fans are of some use.

Wendi Ying thought for a long time and remembered that Baichun's headquarters seemed to be nearby.

Li Ji seemed to have come by plane, a bit fast.

In this way, the team that was originally three people grew into more and more people.

The middle-aged man smiled and followed Mai Zishan's lead.

……

"Why did you run across the street?"

Xu Hao pointed across the street, "Do you think that's the one?"

Following Xu Hao's finger, Mai Zishan saw a group of people gathering across the street, crowding the road.

"Brother Mai, Brother Mai, give me an autograph." Someone else ran and followed him, his beer belly swaying as he shouted.

Mai Zishan had no time to worry about this now, he looked around.

His fans seemed to have found a backbone and clung to him.

"It's me, it's me." Mai Zishan hurried on, but he replied politely.

Right now, across the street.

Mai Zishan glanced at the person coming with a horrified look on his face, "Brother, the wrinkles on your face are comparable to those of my father. Don't call me brother!"

Li Ji was still wearing his leather jacket and long black sunglasses.

Office workers don't go to class anymore, so they just follow Mai Zishan.

"It's really you!"

"Mai Zishan, is it you?"

At least give him a middle finger.

Since he hadn't seen Chang Jiayang these days, Li Ji felt that this person seemed to have changed a bit.

He took a step forward and fixed his hair, "I also know what's going on with you two."

"You're not willing to give in, right? You two are not willing to give in."

"It's so close, you might become me. I keep thinking about it. I remember that afternoon in my dreams and rewrite your ending in my dreams."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets with the confidence that he seemed to have understood the two of them.

Some of the fans behind him quietly opened their own live broadcast rooms and secretly pointed their phones at the scene of the confrontation.

But to Li Ji's surprise, Chang Jiayang just shrugged, "I'm not unwilling. I never have been."

Li Ji burst out laughing, and the fans behind him also laughed together, even though they didn't know what was being discussed and whether they were willing to give in or not.

"It's okay to lie to others, but don't lie to yourself."

"I don't want to say anything more to you. Just apologize to me for raising your finger that day, and we'll be fine. I'm even willing to introduce you two to people. I know a lot of people now."

Chang Jiayang took a deep breath and said slowly, "Genghis Khan is quite nice. Can you sing it live for me?"

"I have a guitar here, you can play and sing at the same time." Chang Jiayang patted the guitar on his back.

Li Ji was stunned. There was no such scene in his script.

what is this? What does this kid want to do?

A group of fans looked at each other in the back, wondering what was in the gourd.

Wendi Ying was at a loss. Chang Jiayang's calmness was beyond his expectation. What was going on?
Chang Jiayang took out the guitar from his guitar bag as if no one else was watching, "This guitar has been with me for seven or eight years, Martin. It is very smooth to use. I even changed the strings a month ago. Playing with it will definitely not bury you." Li Ji's Adam's apple moved, and after a while, he said: "I don't want to sing now, I just want to hear you apologize to me, otherwise today's matter will not be so easy to pass."

"Yes, apologize quickly. If you want to listen to it when you go home, why don't you sing? How proud are you?"

"Hurry up and sing, eh, hurry up and apologize."

Fans also started clamoring from behind.

Chang Jiayang didn't seem to hear it, "The feeling of playing guitar is wonderful. Imagine that when you were thirteen years old, in the afternoon after school, the school homework was over and you took off the guitar on the wall."

"Playing it for yourself is like taking back your own time, simple chords, and crisp string sounds. My parents haven't gotten off work yet, so they stay in their house and practice each piece."

"Hold the guitar and it's like you hold the whole world."

After speaking, he looked at Li Ji, "Do you understand this feeling?"

Everyone was speechless.

Many people gathered here. Fortunately, this was the front square of a bookstore and the area was large enough.

Many people who had finished reading in the bookstore thought there were street singers singing live when they came out, so they simply watched.

Wendi Ying was on the side and understood what was going on.

Li Ji can't play the guitar at all!
In the final interview where the three of them entered together, the self-introduction session was conducted simultaneously. They had to introduce their strengths, strengths, and background.

Both of them knew that Li Ji only had a good voice, and this voice helped him pass all the way.

He doesn't know any musical instrument at all, not even the cucurbit flute.

Li Ji felt the trap, so he remained silent.

"I want you to know that feeling, and then you know that your world is still very small now, even if you know a lot of people and make a lot of money."

Chang Jiayang dragged the body of the piano with one hand and held the handle with the other hand, making a hand-out gesture.

Li Ji's facial muscles twitched slightly.

The fans were silent behind.

Logically speaking, for the sake of talking, Li Ji should take over the guitar.

Otherwise, the limelight will be stolen.

But Li Ji just refused to answer.

How to answer it? His hands had never touched an instrument, and he didn't know whether he was holding the instrument in his left hand or in his right hand.

But the fans were still behind, and some even started a live broadcast.

In case fans see it, he is a singer but doesn’t know how to play any instrument.

How embarrassing.

Li Ji regretted coming. He was very excited at first.

My scalp is numb now.

But we can’t lose our momentum, and we can’t lose our momentum in front of fans.

Li Ji still kept his hands in his pockets, looking tough.

"Genghis Khan couldn't play the guitar effectively." After thinking for a long time, Li Ji came up with a better answer.

Just after he finished speaking, he saw a scene in his sight that made his pupils tremble.

There are many people, many, many people, far more than his fans.

There are white-collar workers wearing suits, delivery boys wearing helmets, fat men holding bottles of happy water, and college students wearing glasses.

Coming from across the street.

The one at the front, it seems.

Wheat is good.

Li Ji suddenly became frightened.

This was the first time he saw Mai Zishan.

Mai Zishan was dressed casually, but the people following him were filled with pure excitement.

Unlike his fans, they are hostile.

The sound of approaching footsteps made him despair.

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(End of this chapter)