"I want to sleep very much..."

Kim Minshuo sighed silently. He supported one hand on his chin and glanced at the huge standby room.

The players who were paired up in pairs have all been grouped and are here to prepare for the competition in an hour.

"Can you be careful?"

An explosion came from his ears, and Jin Minshuo turned his head helplessly.

Behy was glaring at himself, his eyes revealing anger.

"Be careful." Jin Minshuo replied lightly, signaling Behy to pay attention to the camera from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing Fd, who was on the verge of excitement, behy asked with anger, "Oh, I'm a brother."

Seeing Kim Min-soo turn his head in surprise, he smiled maliciously and said, "I was born in 1993, where are you?"

"So do you want me to call you brother?" Kim Minshuo asked with a chuckle. Although he knew that his face was tender, Dad, I am a 90-year-old man.

"I was from the early 1994 years old," he was prepared: "So there is no need for us to get entangled in this."

According to Korean customs, people born early in the month can indeed be relatives of the same age as those of the previous year, without saying respect. Although generally, in the hip-hop world, this order of seniority and seniority is no longer important to the order of seniority and seniority. Although Behy still disdains, he can only pinch his nose and recognize it.

"Come and listen, let's decide which one to choose to beat rhythm." He persuaded Kim Minshuo irritably.

In desperation, Kim Minshuo could only pick up the headphones and tie them to the tablet computer given by the program team.

I wonder if this is considered an embedded advertisement? He thought so much as bored.

"How about you listen?"

"Well, that's OK."

"What about this? 72obpm."

“Not bad.”

"What about this?"

“It’s all okay.”

"Ah!" Behy, who had been perfunctory for a long time, finally couldn't help but shout: "Can't you give me some advice?"

"Actually, there is no need to ask me about this kind of thing." Kim Minshuo took off his headphones with helpless look on his face, and persuaded Behy, who was standing with a hip on his hip and gasping violently: "You are a senior, older than me, I just chose you, and I can't take advantage of it. So, just look at things like rhythm, it's enough to consider your own position."

"Eh?" Surprised by Kim Minshuo's generous attitude, Behy couldn't help but lower his tone and slowly sat down: "What do you do?"

The cameraman next to him noticed something and pulled the camera closer.

"Me? I'm fine." Jin Minshuo smiled generously, and the corners of his curled lips perfectly interpreted the definition of handsomeness: "I'll just follow the bpm you selected."

"Oh, oh." Behy nodded embarrassedly, touched his nose awkwardly, and whispered: "Thank you."

Anyway, no matter which beat you use, the result will not change. I am destined to win.

Seeing Behy's obvious ease of attitude towards him, Kim Minshuo grinned, but still didn't say this.

Based on the principle of being beneficial to himself, Behy chose the rhythm he is best at. After listening to it, Kim Minshuo said that there was no problem. He even thought about the lyrics, how could he limit his rap to such indifferent things?

"Oh? Did you prepare the lyrics in advance?" Looking at the documents that Behy found out from his phone, Kim Minshuo became interested and looked at it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" behy picked up his phone vigilantly and avoided Kim Minshuo's gaze and asked with a frown.

"Ha." Kim Minshuo laughed speechlessly and sat upright.

"I don't mean that..." Feeling that his actions meant to judge a gentleman with a villain's heart, Behy made a defense powerless statement and simply pushed his phone over: "Forget it, you can see."

"Oh, aren't you going to beware of me?" The camera was not shooting here at the moment, and Kim Minshuo could speak freely, teasing behy like this.

"Anyway, you will know when you practice later." Behy admitted openly, and then asked, "Where are your lyrics?"

"Aren't I creating this?" Kim Minshuo pointed at himself and signaled.

...behy looked at Kim Minshuo in disbelief. The competition was about to start in an hour, but this kid had not completed the lyrics yet? He had to create and practice again. Is there time left?

"Ah," Kim Min-soo called behy honestly and unceremoniously, until he frowned and stared at him, then changed his mouth: "behyxi, there are some problems with your lyrics."

"Nonsense, I've written it for a long time!" behy retorted subconsciously, looking dissatisfied.

"The rhythm is different, my friend!" Kim Minshuo hit the nail on the head: "Did you come according to this 7obpm when you wrote the lyrics?"

"It seems that there is something wrong..." After trying to sing a few lines to the rhythm, Behy also noticed something was wrong and his face looked a little ugly.

"When dealing with f1o (singing method), separate a little longer and delay it." Jin Minshuo simply mentioned him: "The effect should be much better."

"Is that true?" Behy was already impressed by Kim Minshuo and really started practicing.

"Are you the man with mask?" Just as Kim Minshuo lowered his head and wrote the lyrics, a lightly hoarse female voice rang behind him.

"Hmm?" Kim Minshuo didn't understand, so he turned around and looked.

A girl wearing a hat and looking very cute, looked at Kim Minshuo with a smile: "Wow, she looks very handsome without wearing a mask!"

Unsure what this girl means, Kim Minshuo tilted his head and looked at her and looked at him from a high point.

"Is there anything wrong?" he asked lightly.

The girl raised her eyebrows: "No, it's different from them."

"Where is different?" Jin Minshuo asked curiously.

"Not that arrogant, you." The girl tried hard to show her kindness: "Your rap is so good."

"Thank you for the praise?" Kim Minshuo was not sure how he should deal with this girl who seemed to want to make friends with him, so he could only say a little embarrassedly.

"Hahaha." The girl covered her mouth and leaned back and said with a smile: "You are quite interesting."

Feeling the hot eyes coming from behind, Jin Minshuo's heart moved and looked back as if nothing had happened.

"ut, is it your partner?" asked the girl in a low voice, and Kim Minshuo looked at her and his face became smelly.

"Yeah," the girl nodded and said with a pout, "That guy is so tangled and always wants my mobile number."

"Then are you pulling me as a shield?" Jin Minshuo looked at the girl with a slight smile.

"Big, I'll give you some compensation?" Korean girls may have their own skills in acting coquettishly, and this thing is a talent. The girl asked Kim Minshuo pitifully and took out her cell phone directly: "What is your number? I'll call you."
Chapter completed!