PUBG Nightmare Player System

Many people have this thought.

As a man of two generations, Ye Lang naturally knows what these guys are thinking.

Want to step on me, Ye Lang, to get the upper hand? It can’t be okay!

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

"Do you have freestyle?"

A huge question mark popped up on Ye Lang's forehead.

Wu Sige faced the contestants and asked a soul question.

Isn't that what I said? Shouldn't I say it?

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

When Wu Sige finished saying this, he nodded in the direction of Ye Lang. Ye Lang could almost imagine that in the post-game editing, this was a tribute to Ye Lang.

For a moment, many people at the scene who knew about this hot Weibo meme began to boo,

"Uu...Teacher Wu is causing trouble."

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

"Where's Ye Lang? Where's Ye Lang?"

There was a lot of discussion for a while.

But after a burst of cheers, Wu Sige continued to talk to the contestant.

"Then let me do a little bit."

Freestyle means impromptu rap. Ye Lang used this sentence when he was looking for trouble on Weibo. Maybe most people don't understand it. You can actually understand part of it by looking at the literal meaning.

But they don’t understand, as everyone who plays rap understands, this is just to let you improvise for a while and see how good you are.

"Hey, yo... I heard that you want me to do an impromptu

The popularity of Chinese rap is really a bit muddy

Too many people clearly don’t have the temperament for hip-hop

But they all want to squeeze out the passion that is not their own

…”

This contestant completed his creation in less than ten seconds.

A rhythmic improvisation broke out casually.

At this moment, everyone at the scene applauded wildly.

Wu Sige also looked slightly sideways, he must be quite fond of this player.

But only Ye Lang, who was behind, shook his head.

If there is any highlight of this freestyle, it is the rhyme. Besides rhyme, what else is there?

Children can sing saliva songs and rat-lai treasures.

That's it?

Ye Lang couldn't help but reveal an ambiguous smile, a smile of polite resistance.

If Chinese rap was all about these people, imitating European and American culture every day and doing whatever they wanted with imported products, then Chinese rap would never take off.

…

After passing more than a dozen people in a row, we finally arrived at Yelang.

The judges for Ye Lang's audition are Hot Chicken.

Taiwan's underground underground veteran has a lot of fans. Although he doesn't have many frequent works, the classic "Mortal Song" still left a deep impression on many people.

"Let's play for a while, Ye Lang, I think you are much better than me."

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

He is not a person who does not understand appreciation. The rappers are all arrogant and direct, but that does not mean they are blind.

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

Ye Lang chuckled, "Okay, come on then."

When Ye Lang took a deep breath, everyone fell silent for a moment.

Freestyle is a form without music and accompaniment. In this situation, the only person who can control the rhythm is the singer himself.

Only rookies need others to take the beat, but Ye Lang doesn't need it at all.

"I eat hot pot, and you eat the hot pot base.

I'm smiling at you because I'm polite

There are so many people using it to compare.

Baotou, what day is this month?"

As soon as this part came out, Hot Chicken got goosebumps all over his body.

This is the taste, this is the taste of rap. Ye Lang is indeed an authentic rapper, but he doesn't bother to express his talent in such a crude form.

Sure enough! It seems that Director Liuzhou did not hire the wrong person!

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

Ye Lang's voice is like a folk song from the Sichuan and Sichuan areas, but there is no show of skill in every word or sentence, and the pronunciation is extremely comfortable. At first glance, it feels like entering Sichuan and Shu and meeting the heroes of the green forest.

"So arrogant!"

"No, that word is so harsh, just like the hot pot over there."

"Hey, it's just a folk song. No matter how good you sing it, it's useless to say it's not good."

…

Wu Sige and Pan Shuai were also confused.

Rap and rap, do people really sing?

Shouldn't it be all about speaking lotus flowers?

Especially Wu Sige, his understanding of rap can only go so far.

Just listen to a bunch of lyrics popping out of Ye Lang's mouth again, each word is heartbreaking.

"Don't make trouble and dance around

Take one bite and the oily soup will come out.

Come and smile with a high head and a dry face

I am leisurely contented with the smoke lingering in my heart

They were both smart and miserable, but in the end they were misled by their cleverness..."

As soon as we got here, Hot Chicken interrupted directly, "Okay! Yes!"

After saying that, he took the big gold chain from his neck that symbolized the qualification for promotion, handed it to Ye Lang with a smile, and hugged Ye Lang.

"When did you start rapping? This feels very sophisticated."

Hot Chicken asked quietly.

Ye Lang smiled faintly, "It won't take long, a primary school student."

…

The freestyle session lasted a whole day, and here, Ye Lang discovered those people from Chang'an.

"You must be Ye Lang."

In the background, a man with dreadlocks swaggered towards Ye Lang with his head raised.

Ye Lang frowned, the other person's tone was a bit unkind.

Glancing around, Ye Lang saw the fair-faced, even pale man behind this guy, wearing a hooded sweater.

"how?"

"Haha, Ye Lang, how wonderful it is for you to be your star. Come here to rap and wait to be ruined!"

Ye Lang looked sideways and smiled: "Oh? Does this mean we are right?"

"Tch, it's not just a simple match. This guy behind me is the number one rapper in Chang'an. Who do you think he is, the one who can sing very well? He's also singing folk songs. That's rubbish."

Ye Lang never holds grudges, so he wasn't angry at all when the other party spoke.

Because, generally speaking, if he has a grudge, he will avenge it on the spot!

"Who is trash talking about?"

"What's wrong, you don't accept it? I'm talking rubbish about you!"

Ye Lang made a detour, and the other party got in.

When Jia Razao, who was resting in the background due to the epidemic, saw the group from Chang'an surrounding Ye Lang, they all ran away.

You can't afford to offend people like these in Chang'an.

They were a little scared at first, but suddenly they heard Ye Lang set a trap, and the other party fell into it.

In an instant, everyone covered their mouths and laughed out loud.

"Damn it!" The man reacted and waved his hand to beat Ye Lang.

"Wait a minute." The young man in a white sweater came out, "My name is Paojiao. Congratulations on your promotion, Ye Lang."