Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 245 The Steel Pectoral Muscle Band and the 2627 Group

"Steel? Pectoral muscles? Band?" Nanfeng looked at Ziqiao in surprise upon hearing this.

He genuinely had never heard of the band before, but judging from Lu Ziqiao's arrogant demeanor with his hands on his hips, it didn't seem like he was just putting on airs.

But no matter how Nanfeng looked at him, he didn't seem like someone with musical talent.

Is it really true that appearances can be deceiving, and that I was blind to their true worth?

Nanfeng was puzzled, but he always had a good habit of using Baidu.

After a fruitless search, Nanfeng looked at Ziqiao suspiciously: "There's not even any information about this band on Baidu. You're not kidding me, are you?"

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao looked up at Nanfeng with disdain and sneered, "Superficial, utterly superficial."

"Does that mean only bands that appear in mainstream media are considered bands? Haven't you ever heard of underground bands?"

"An underground band, that's interesting," Nanfeng said, rubbing his chin.

Although underground bands may not sound very impressive, they are still quite talented.

After all, small teams like this, with no money and no traffic, really won't be able to make a living if they don't have any skills.

But I didn't realize Ziqiao knew anything about music before.

Could it be that he deliberately hid his talents just for this day?

This is too outrageous.

Is Lu Ziqiao really that bored?

……

Who knows!

"To be honest, I'm actually a musical genius, but unfortunately, fate is cruel to the talented, and the Iron Pectoral Muscles band eventually disbanded."

"If the band hadn't broken up, we might be a rock supergroup by now."

Ziqiao looked out at the scenery on the balcony with a sigh, as if he was reminiscing about his lost rock and roll youth.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, Ziqiao clapped his hands at Nanfeng and said, "To be honest, I still have my old performance costume from back then."

"Wait until I change into my stage outfit, then I'll show you what underground rock is all about!"

As Ziqiao spoke, he ran towards 3602, while Nanfeng could only wait quietly in the living room.

Before long, Nanfeng witnessed Ziqiao's flamboyant entrance.

He was wearing ripped black jeans and a black vest that accentuated his masculine chest muscles, with a flowing wig reaching his waist on his head. At first glance, he really did have a rock and roll-inspired free and unrestrained vibe.

Zi Qiao tossed his long black hair with a wicked and arrogant air, the flowing hair sweeping across Nan Feng's stunned face like a whisk.

"How about it? Isn't this outfit going to be a hit with all the girls?" He proudly opened his arms, as if welcoming a thousand girls into his embrace.

Nanfeng took a few steps back, making sure she was away from Ziqiao's long hair attack.

He looked Ziqiao up and down, and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me for asking...aren't you cold wearing a tank top and exposing your arms in the dead of winter?"

"As a musician, style, demeanor, is far more important than temperature."

Ziqiao's teeth were chattering from the cold wind blowing in from the balcony, but he still stubbornly maintained his pose.

Nanfeng's gaze kept shifting over Ziqiao, then he took a few steps forward and poked Ziqiao's bulging belly.

"I can tell it's definitely a costume from back then. Your figure isn't as good as it used to be."

"Nonsense, I just drank too much lemonade earlier," Ziqiao retorted.

I'm not at the age where I'm going to gain weight in middle age yet.

Nanfeng just smiled indifferently.

Zi Qiao's outfit does look like it has an underground rock vibe, but no matter how good-looking he looks, we still need to see if he has real skills.

"What instrument did you play in that band called 'Pectoral Muscles'? Drums?"

"It's the Steel Pectoral Muscles Band!"

Ziqiao thought for a moment and said, "I play the conga drum."

"If you don't play the drums, how dare you call yourself a whiplash player?" Nanfeng thought to himself.

However, Nanfeng was already surprised that Ziqiao could even utter the word "Kanga Drum".

The conga is a percussion instrument from Latin America. It is generally about 40 centimeters in diameter and about one meter in height. Usually, two or three are fixed together as a group.

Coincidentally, there happened to be a set of two conga drums in Nanfeng's instrument storage room.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of."

"Hurry up."

Ziqiao rushed into the room first.

The reason is simple: the living room in room 3603 is just too cold.

My adopted son is practically frozen solid, like my own grandson.

When Nanfeng finished tidying up the Kanga drum for Ziqiao, Ziqiao gently stroked the drumhead, his eyes filled with reminiscence.

"Ah, this feels so familiar."

Ziqiao took a deep breath and snapped his fingers with one hand.

"Music!"

There was complete silence all around.

Ziqiao paused for a moment, then snapped his fingers again.

"Music!"

Nanfeng leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, unmoved.

"Music!"

This time, after Ziqiao snapped his fingers, he finally realized he should go and play some music.

"Wa ...

As the rhythmic music from the speakers began, Ziqiao, like a fire truck, returned to the conga drum with a "whoosh whoosh" sound.

He thumped his muscular chest, seemingly transported back to his rock and roll days.

"Hey beautiful ladies over here, let me hear your applause!"

"Hey beautiful ladies over there, let me see your flying kisses!"

"I am your most, most, most, most beloved: Lu~Xiao~Bu!"

"Lu Ziqiao, that's enough!"

Nanfeng wanted nothing more than to grab her slippers and throw them at Ziqiao's face: "There are only the two of us here, where did these beauties come from?"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just my professional habit kicking in," Ziqiao said with a grin.

He closed his eyes and began to rediscover his former self to the familiar music.

Soon, Ziqiao opened his eyes and, under Nanfeng's expectant gaze, he struck the drumhead heavily.

"No, I think this music and this atmosphere absolutely need to have beautiful women in it."

Nanfeng slapped her face, completely bewildered as to what she had been expecting.

"What does asking you to play the drum have to do with beautiful women?"

"Did you only learn music to pick up girls?"

"Otherwise what?" Ziqiao's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that Nanfeng would ask him such a stupid question.

He's Lu Ziqiao, what other purpose could he possibly have besides picking up girls?

Ziqiao said matter-of-factly, "Our Iron Pectoral Muscles Band was created for beautiful women from the very beginning. I can't exert my strength without beautiful women."

"Hehehe... You can't get anything done without beautiful women, huh?"

"So, do you play the drums with your upper body or your lower body?"

Nanfeng Chaoziqiao gave a thumbs up: "Good, good, you want a beautiful woman, right? I'll grant your wish."

So he followed Ziqiao's example and snapped his fingers with one hand.

The scene shifts, and the two, along with the conga drum, appear at the Sunny Day Bar.

"How about it? Aren't there enough beautiful women these days?"

Nanfeng patted Ziqiao on the shoulder and asked.

Ziqiao looked around and saw a group of even more familiar figures sitting on the familiar large sofa in the bar, in addition to the unfamiliar beautiful women in the bar.

Apart from Wanyu, who went out alone to clear her head, and Zhanbo, who was working overtime, all the friends from Love Apartment gathered together.

Not only that, but many of Nanfeng's friends were also sitting around.

For example, there's Sadako downstairs, the four couples partying every night in apartment 3703 upstairs, Xiaoxue who failed to woo Ziqiao, and his ex-girlfriend, the vice-chairman...

"Nanfeng, you seem to be quite popular."

Ziqiao's eyes lit up as he looked at the beautiful woman named Zhenzi, and he whispered to Nanfeng, "What is it?"

"That girl..."

Before Ziqiao could ask any more questions, Nanfeng immediately denied it, saying, "Zhenzi is Meijia's best friend, you definitely have no chance."

"That wretched Mika!"

Ziqiao gritted his teeth, clearly knowing that Meijia wouldn't stand by and watch him harm her friend.

Nanfeng sneered, "I've taken care of the beauty for you. Now it's up to you to see what you can do."

"no problem."

Ziqiao patted his chest and assured him, "It's time to give you, such an arrogant guy, a real surprise."

"I hope so."

Immediately afterwards, Nanfeng clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, let's now enjoy the performance by Lu Xiaobu from the Iron Pectoral Muscles Band!"

Nanfeng shouted loudly, "Lu Xiaobu, give us one!"

"Let's have one, Lu Xiaobu!"

The friends from Love Apartment and those invited by Nanfeng immediately responded to Nanfeng's call, clapping and cheering.

"Lu Xiaobu, give me one!"

"Let's have one, Lu Xiaobu!"

Meijia was already laughing so hard she was doubled over.

She never dreamed that one day she would see this damned band of steel pectoral muscles.

This is truly bizarre.

As the twenty-odd people on Nanfeng's side clapped and cheered, the entire bar began to liven up.

"Lu Xiaobu, give me one!"

"Let's have one, Lu Xiaobu!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really hard to refuse such hospitality."

Ziqiao stood with his hands on his hips, looking rather lonely at the top.

He suddenly clenched his fists above his head, and everyone in the bar stopped making a fuss.

Ziqiao snapped his fingers.

"Music!"

The bartenders, who had been notified beforehand, cooperated by turning on the stereo and playing the music that Ziqiao wanted.

"Wa ...

Ziqiao began to vigorously pound his muscular pectoral muscles.

The bar erupted in thunderous applause.

Seeing that Ziqiao was not intimidated at all and did not show any cowardice, Nanfeng couldn't help but have a little more expectation for him.

After all, he's a full member of an underground band, and judging from Zi Qiao's demeanor, he must have some skills.

However, Nanfeng didn't notice that Meijia had already started recording a video on her phone while suppressing her laughter.

As the rhythmic music began, Ziqiao slammed his hands down.

"Snapped!"

Nanfeng covered his ears in pain.

What the hell is that banging on?!

Even if I just scatter a handful of rice on the drum, a rooster would beat it better than Ziqiao!

Nanfeng watched Ziqiao snapping photos haphazardly, only knowing how to cheer for the beautiful women, flirt with them, and show off his pectoral muscles, and forced out a laugh that was both funny and exasperating.

With such haphazard and poorly executed filming, how could Lu Ziqiao possibly be able to get by in a band?

Is this "Iron Pectoral Muscles Band" a band where the band members are in charge of the band and this guy is in charge of the "Iron Pectoral Muscles"?

No wonder this band eventually broke up; it would have been strange if they hadn't!

So what exactly was I expecting from the beginning?!

Nanfeng shook his head helplessly.

"cut……"

Sure enough, a chorus of boos erupted from the bar.

Ziqiao was completely baffled by this.

He genuinely felt he had done a good job filming, since Zi Qiao used to play the same way in the band.

Back then, young girls longed for that wild and unrestrained spirit.

However, Ziqiao clearly overlooked one thing: at that time, their band was performing in a small indoor space, and the noise of the rock music and the screams of the enthusiastic fans were enough to fill the ears of everyone present.

In such a noisy environment, no one would listen carefully to the sound of the conga drum, so he was able to keep fooling around during the performance.

However, in the bar now, he is the main character, and everyone is quietly watching his solo performance. Now, Joe can no longer pretend to be someone else.

"Get down!"

Seeing that everyone was shouting for him to get off the stage, Ziqiao felt a little embarrassed, even though he was as thick-skinned as a city wall.

Nanfeng quickly waved for Ziqiao to come down.

Little did he know that Ziqiao's confident boasting turned out to be nothing but a hollow shell.

I was thinking of letting him show off his skills at the bar, but I didn't expect him to poop a huge poop.

I should have just let him embarrass himself in the apartment.

The loudest cheering person in the entire venue was Chen Meijia, who even stood up excitedly and cheered loudly.

"Get out!"

While both expressions are conveyed in the same way, Meijia added just one more word, making it far more aggressive.

【Chen Meijia, Chen Meijia, you really want to embarrass me.】

Seeing that Meijia was being so disrespectful and was even kicking him while he was down, Ziqiao simply shouted loudly without caring anymore.

"Everyone, I'm just here to liven things up."

"The real star of this afternoon is Chen Meijia, a member of our once-strongest and most energetic girl group, 2627!"

Mika's smile vanished abruptly, and the phone she was using to record the video fell to the ground.

For the first time, her usually lovely and bright eyes flashed with a murderous light, just like Yifei's.

Upon hearing Zi Qiao's explosive words, everyone looked at Mei Jia in disbelief.

I thought it was outrageous enough that Ziqiao was a member of the Iron Pectoral Muscles Band, but it turns out that Meijia also has such an unpleasant past.

This is...so exciting!

Yifei quickly dialed the number and muttered under her breath, "Zhanbo, you have no idea what you've missed..."

Facing Meijia's sharp gaze, Ziqiao was not afraid at all, and he also started making a fuss, just like Nanfeng had done earlier.

"Chen Meijia, give me one!"

"Come on, Chen Meijia!"

After an eerie silence, the bar was soon filled with cheers again.

"Chen Meijia, give me one!"

"Come on, Chen Meijia!"

Since we're all just watching the show, what difference does it make whose show we're watching?

"Lu~Zi~Qiao~"

Meijia gritted her teeth and said, "You dare to expose my past..."

Before she finished speaking, Meijia had already rushed towards Ziqiao.