Han Jue could feel the eyes of the people around him with cigarettes in their mouths, behind the smoke from the burning cigarettes.

While waiting for Han Jue's reply, everyone looked at Han Jue directly, with all kinds of speculations and various moods.

Xia Yuan beside him didn't mean to help at all, he was eating a piece of lamb ribs.

Han Jue sighed in his heart.

[Don't eat it all alone......]

Because the food was delicious, Han Jue thought that he couldn't say what he complained about in his heart. It's one thing to be afraid of being beaten, and on the other hand, he hasn't eaten enough, and if he has to be a villain, he won't be able to eat.

So what he said in his heart was that he Han Jue still had to be a decent guest. Just give Xia Yuan a face, and give the food a face.

Han Jue wiped his mouth, took a sip of white water, and looked at the girl with a solemn look.

The look in his eyes didn't look like he was interested in the girl. Others didn't know what bad ideas Han Jue was holding.

The temperament girl was stared at by Han Jue, but her expression remained unchanged, and she looked at Han Jue calmly, but she was inevitably a little disappointed in her heart.

She knew Han Jue as a person, so she knew that Han Jue's image had always been nothing to do with [Quiet].

It is also a matter of course to be heard as a provocation by Han Jue. The premise is that if Han Silly can hear it.

If Han Jue had put on an ugly face for everyone when he heard such words, then the matter of Xia Yuan bringing people into the circle today would have become a joke.

A gentle gust of wind blew away the smoke of the burning tobacco.

Everyone shook their heads in their hearts, probably similar to what the temperament girl thought in their hearts, and when they saw Han Jue's reaction like this, they also felt bored.

Just as they were about to talk about each other again, at this time, they saw Han Jue have a new move.

Han Jue stared for about 10 seconds, or maybe more than 10 seconds. retracted his seemingly unkind gaze and said to the temperamental girl, "You found out." ”

nodded, maintained a solemn expression, and turned to the ear of Xia Yuan, who was leisurely eating food beside him, and asked as if asking something unspeakable:

"Did you leak the news?"

The voice was low, but it was deliberately heard by everyone.

The temperamental girl was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then smiled.

Xia Yuan chewed the meat in his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Are you still going to [Alleyway] now?" the uncle, who was dressed loosely like pajamas, asked Han Jue with a beer.

"Alleyway?" Han Jue raised his eyebrows.

Xia Yuan wiped his hands and said, "Song Yin, sing folk songs." The last time he saw you performing at the entrance of the alley, that's why I was able to find you. ”

Han Jue understood and nodded to Song Yin.

"Like these people, just call me Yinzi. Song Yin held up his beer.

"Han Jue. Han Jue also held up Bai Shui and reported his name.

Polite and peaceful.

This is different from the situation where others expected the relay to test Han Jue. When they were waiting for Xia Yuan just now, they said that if Xia Yuan brought a man, they would take turns to test and tempt.

Unexpectedly, Song Yin, who looked thick-eyed and big-eyed, immediately became the leading party.

Han Jue didn't know what the others were thinking, and replied to Song Yin's question just now: "[Xiangkou] is no longer going now. ”

"Ready to release a record?" Song Yin asked.

Han Jue shook his head.

"It's a pity. Song Yin sighed and said regretfully.

The temperament girl interjected and asked, "Which alley?"

"Alley bar. Song Yin didn't explain, only said his full name.

[Alley Bar], even if the temperament girl doesn't listen to folk songs much, she also knows this place, combined with her previous words, she understands why Song Yin became the leading party and favored Han Jue.

There are a few friends here who are old customers of [Xiangkou], and she naturally knows that [Xiangkou Bar] is not an idol artist, so she can go casually. Unless there is a good work.

"Yes. The temperament girl's eyes lit up and said to Han Jue, "Where can I hear your song?"

"Half a month later, I can almost hear the audio source version. Han Jue shrugged and took the opportunity to publicize a wave. At that time, the contract had just expired, and he uploaded the audio source.

"In less than half a month, the official account of [Xiangkou] estimates that the video will be released in the next few days. Song Yin corrected.

Han Jue also had a look of sudden realization on his face.

After Han Jue was asked about copyright by his boss, he knew that there was such a thing, but he couldn't wait for that time, and he almost forgot about it.

"How is Han Jue singing, have you heard Xia Yuan?" the temperament girl looked at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan will not say anything to the point just because he is an acquaintance, and it is full of subjectivity to the point of angering the evaluation of the parties.

"I haven't heard the ballads, but I've listened to the other songs, and it's not bad. "Xia Yuan is uncharacteristically not mean.

"Other songs? The temperament girl thought that Xia Yuan was talking about the two songs in "Let's Be in Love" by Han Jue.

"Pop, and English songs. Xia Yuan didn't mean those two songs.

"English songs?"

This is a bit of a surprise.

"Is it to the extent of [hello] and [thanks]?" asked a man who had been sitting silently, with a straight face, the pronunciation of Huaxia and English was very non-standard, and the accent was strange as if he was about to press every word against the wall, making it impossible to figure out what nationality he was, but the unfriendliness in his tone was very obvious.

Han Jue turned his head to look over and found that the source of the voice was a middle-aged man in the corner. He had long, slightly curly hair that hung down over his shoulders and a scruffy beard. Wearing a suit, but wearing the feeling of a down-and-out unemployed white-collar worker. His white skin and three-dimensional facial features prove that he has foreign blood. He was sitting crookedly on the chair, like a large puppet, no matter how it was placed on the chair, it made people feel awkward.

"If they are all English songs at the level of elementary school students, they can only be regarded as nursery rhymes. The foreigner said slowly, shaking the mobile phone in his hand, and the picture was Han Jue's public information on the Internet.

He had been checking Han Jue's information just now, and he was originally not interested in Han Jue, but when he heard that Han Jue could sing in English, he couldn't help but sneer. Because none of the materials he saw said that Han Jue could speak English, it naturally led him, a foreigner, to think that Han Jue was an unreliable artist who claimed to be able English based on a few English words and sentences.

Everyone just looked at the foreigner, and then looked at Han Jue, and they didn't open their mouths to reconcile. After all, Han Jue was just Han Jue, and the other was their friend.

The scene seems to be back to the way it was at the beginning.

But this time, Han Jue's response was not the same as at the beginning.

In front of everyone's eyes, Han Jue shrugged, and he didn't mean to explain at all. It seems that no matter what the other party thinks, it has nothing to do with him Han Jue.

Han Jue thought so, but felt that someone was kicking at his feet.

After thinking about it for a while, this angle is only Xia Yuan.

Han Jue looked over.

"Didn't you sing an entire song in English last time at [Polaris] on New York Street?" Xia Yuan asked as he looked into Han Jue's eyes.

In his eyes, there seemed to be other information hidden.

"Ah...... Don't...... Aren't they two?" Han Jue blinked his eyes, quickly analyzed, and stumbled after speaking.

[Could it be that this is a prospective landlord?!] Han Jue's eyes flickered.

[This is your prospective landlord.] Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and gave affirmation.

The foreign friend hadn't spoken before, but Han Jue didn't notice it, after all, everyone's external attire was very out of place, and the foreign friend's dejected appearance was like a drop of water dissolving in the sea. But as soon as the other party opened his mouth, the awkward taste was obvious.

Although this kind of dress is not like a person who rents a house to play at will, since this is the landlord, how can Han Jue let go of such a good opportunity to brush up on his impression!

Then, without waiting for everyone to react, Han Jue coughed his throat and said:

"I've been learning English privately for several years, and I've always kept a low profile, the media never knew about it, and I didn't want to make a big deal about it, but now our international friends are skeptical of my interest in English, so ......."

Han Jue shook his head, as if he was very sad when he was questioned by foreign friends.

Then he changed his decadent color, spread his hand at Xia Yuan, made a heroic appearance, and said:

"Coming Guitar!"

Xia Yuan leisurely sandwiched a chopstick noodle and sucked it in, ignoring Han Jue.

"Whew, well, delicious. Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue's hand trembled slightly.

The atmosphere of the scene once went to an awkward one.

In the end, Song Yin couldn't look at it, and didn't make the scene extremely embarrassing, he said to Han Jue: "If you want a guitar, I have a ...... here."

"Ahem, thank you, thank you. Han Jue withdrew his hand without a trace, wiped his hands and prepared to get up to get the guitar.

"Stop!" the foreigner shouted with a frown, his gaze staring at Han Jue as sharply as a falcon.

Han Jue's heart sank.

The process of losing the festival just now won't be discovered by this person, right?

"It's you!" said the foreign friend in a calm voice, nodding his head and his eyes shining.

"It's you!"

"...... me?" Han Jue pretended not to know.

But he sighed in his heart, "It's you! It turns out that you want to rent my house?"

Just now, Han Jue looked arrogant like "I don't care about what you say about my father", which must have left a bad impression on this prospective landlord, and now I don't know if it's too late to redeem it.

[If it really doesn't work, I'll borrow money.] If you don't rent, you don't rent. 】

"Jarens?" the other friends asked Jalens what he was talking about.

Jalens opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know how to say it, or where to start.

Finally, he picked up his phone, and after a while, he put it on the table and let them look at it for themselves.

People on either side of him leaned over to take a look.

What is displayed on the interface is the software of an English social platform, a long list of English copywriting introductions, although there are many exclamation points, and they can't read English, but the cover of the video screen below, the person standing on the stage under the light, they recognize it at once.

That person was Han Jue.

The few people who saw this interface looked at Han Jue, looked at the mobile phone, and compared.

In the end, it was found that it was really Han Jue, and the words [Jue Han] that appeared in the copywriting also proved this.