My bamboo horse is super sweet

Chapter 422 422: I was wrong!

When she inadvertently turned her face to the side, she met the pair of long and narrow black eyes beside her.

Xu Shengxiang's heart trembled slightly, and suddenly he felt a chill.

At this moment, the desire to survive was overwhelming, and he was about to get up and run away, but his speed was not as fast as his, and his neck was suddenly hooked by a powerful arm.

Imprisoned in place in an instant.

"What are you running for?" His voice sounded behind her ear, deep and magnetic.

Xu Shengxiang immediately admitted his mistake: "I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?

Xu Shengxiang answered quickly: "I shouldn't praise other men for being handsome, and I shouldn't take pictures of others, not even my own brother!"

Feng Cheng chuckled twice: "I know it very well."

Xu Shengxiang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

After a pause, he continued, "So, it's worth rewarding."

Xu Shengxiang: "..."

Come again?

According to the reward method at the door of the practice room just now.

Xu Shengxiang decided to strike first!
She turned around abruptly, and glanced at Shengshi Meiyan who was close at hand.

Ah Cheng looks so good-looking, kissing is definitely worth it!

He rushed over and kissed several times like a dog chewing.

After nibbling, Xu Shengxiang stepped back a little.

Her eyes are as bright as the sea of ​​stars in the night sky.

Feng Cheng put his arms around her waist and stared at her with a half-smile: "You are too enthusiastic, I originally wanted to reward you for drinking milk tea, since you like this, then do as you like."

Xu Shengxiang's smiling face instantly collapsed: "..."

White kiss.
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In the past few days, Weibo has been full of news about X.zero, both good and bad.

People who like them, of course, keep praising them.

But people who don't like them don't think so, they just trust their instincts.

On the Internet, comments about X.zero are now polarized.

Although it is some remarks that distort the facts.

But they really have no originality for the time being, which is also the most criticized point.

Coincidentally, the program team came up with a new routine.

After lunch at noon that day, the assistant director called everyone to gather at the venue again.

This time, the person who came to participate in the recording of the program was the song god Huaqian.

He is rigorous and has very high requirements for music. According to the routine of the program group, he announced the rules this time: "According to the requirements of the program group, create a new song within 48 hours. Performing in the stadium."

The venue suddenly exploded.

"My God, isn't this too difficult?"

"48 hours, how can it be done?"

"The program group really knows how to play, does this mean they want to kill us?!"

Rewriting lyrics and composing music, for any creator, 48 hours is too short.

When he has no inspiration, he may not be able to write a song even if he is given a month.

The pressure is too great.

"Within 48 hours, there will be cameras in the practice room. I hope everyone will create excellent works and get a good ranking."

Hear this rule.

The happiest thing is Su Sheng.

Heh, this link is simply God helping him!
A few days ago, I posted a post on the Internet that black people don't know how to create, and today's opportunity came.

Ask that newcomer to write the lyrics and compose the music?

What good things can they write?
This time, he was confident that he would be able to trample them under his feet and crush them hard.

After announcing the rules, Hua Qian left.

After all, he is the God of Songs, with a heavy schedule, and has to catch up with the next announcement.

(End of this chapter)