Chapter Twenty-Eight: RayRay!
"You, you are... ”
Lei Yun was a little stunned and didn't come back to his senses, he settled down, only to find that what appeared in front of him was an old black with five big and three thick.
He couldn't help but be shocked, took two steps back slightly, and a bad premonition flashed in his heart...
“Wow!easy、easy,man!”
【Wow!Relax, relax, bro!】
Seeing this, the black brother couldn't help but Wow twice, and hurriedly took out the sign in his hand and pointed it.
“Hey, look,look!”
[Hey, look at this, look at this!]
Even if Lei Yun's English is bad, he can understand the meaning of look, he can't help but glance at it, but he didn't expect to be hit by an incomparably huge ecstasy!
‘Welcome RAY RAY’
Welcome to RayRay is on display!
He only felt dizzy for a while, and it seemed that he still hadn't reacted from the sudden excitement and the extremely strong contrast, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the old black car.
“Dude,Are you from China?”
[Man, are you from China?]
As soon as he got in the car, the black buddy took the initiative to say with a familiar face.
“Em... Ye,Yse.”
Lei Yun can still understand the most basic English, and before leaving, he also made a special surprise attack on the daily language of English, so there is no big problem in simple communication.
“Wow! I've never seen a Chinese DJ!”
[Wow! I've never seen a Chinese DJ before!]
“Can I hear your song? I was so curious!”
[Can you listen to your song for me?I'm really curious!]
“What style is it? Trance? Techno? Melbourne Bounce? Oh yeah, Dubstep!”
What is the style? Techno? Melbourne Bounce?Oh yes, is it Dubstep!]
Poor Lei Yun didn't understand English very well, this black guy was like a machine gun as soon as he came up, and the next sentence came out before the last sentence was finished, and suddenly Lei Yun's brain buzzed.
And this buddy's accent is heavy, his mouth is full of American pronunciation, and he speaks with his own Rap rhythm, which tests people's hearing and reaction even more.
Fortunately, with excellent nine years of compulsory education, Lei Yun can barely hear the different styles of Chinese DJ, Song, Style, and finally those electronic music.
Combining the upper and lower sentences, he finally guessed that the other party might be asking what style his song belonged to.
He opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but he was sprayed back by the opponent's big pineapple machine gun.
“Right! Kevin's favorite is Dubstep. You should be Dubstep, too! Oh my god, I'm so smart! Sherlock Holmes!”
[Yes!Kevin's favorite is Dubstep, of course you should be Dubstep!Oh my God, I'm so smart!It's just Sherlock Holmes!]
“Em...”
Thundercloud began to try to say something, but then choked back.
“By the way, didn't we say to listen to your songs? Kevin asked me to come here to pick you up. Really, man?”
[By the way, didn't you say that it was good to listen to your songs? Kevin actually asked me to pick you up, it must be very powerful!
“Hey...”
Lei Yun spread his hands, and was about to say something but was instantly blocked back again.
“Why don't you talk, man? Oh... Yes, Chinese people are shy.”
[Why don't you speak, man? Yes, Chinese are more shy]
“Man...”
Thundercloud couldn't help it, and he wanted to try to interrupt.
“But not in front of me. Hey dude, look at me. What an easy guy! There's no need to be shy, really!”
[But you don't need to be like this in front of me, hey man, look at me, what a nice person to get along with!
“Hey!hey!”
I really can't stand it!!
Thundercloud gestured a little excitedly, constantly pressing down in the air, hoping that the other party would notice that he wanted to say something.
“Listen!listen!!”
“Really!You... Uh,what's up,man?”
You... Uh, what's wrong man?]
It seems that he hasn't spoken for ten years, and the black buddy who hasn't stopped since he got into the car is finally forced to stop, which makes Lei Yun can't help but breathe a sigh of relief, only to feel that the whole world seems to be much cleaner.
At this moment, he even feels a little bit like the monkey in "Journey to the West".
And the black buddy in front of him is naturally the talkative Tang Seng.
“Why didn't I see you at the airport just now?”
[Why didn't I see you at the airport just now?]
Lei Yun took out the translation software that had been prepared a long time ago, and directly pressed the play button to play it for the black buddies to hear.
“Uh... Accident!a little accident!you know, the evening party is always so crazy and exciting, of course, sometimes there is also a little accident, such as a bad stomach or something...”
You know, the night party is always crazy and exciting, and of course, sometimes there are little accidents, such as eating a bad stomach or something...]
Listening to the real-time translation of Chinese in the translation software, Lei Yun suddenly had the urge to hit people at this moment.
The emotional Lao Tzu was scared for a long time, it turned out that you had a bad stomach last night?!
“Ok,fine...”
Well, what else can Lei Yun say, fortunately he has already gotten in the car, so let's have diarrhea.
“You know what, man, last night's party, oh my god, it was so crazy, those two girls... Jesus, it's a gift from god...”
[Do you know brother, last night's party, oh my God, it's crazy, those two girls... Jesus, it is simply a gift from God...]
"Here we go again. ”
Lei Yun leaned back in his chair in a bit of a panic, closed his eyes, and simply closed the translation software.
I was wrong, I was so wrong!
What kind of big pineapple is this black buddy, it's just a special Gatling, okay??!
“Especially the blonde with the big boobs, my Jesus! That ass is better than drugs!”
[Especially that blonde, big-breasted girl, my Jesus! That ass is twisted, it's even more refreshing than a drug!]
The black buddies on the side didn't seem to pay attention at all, still driving there, and talking excitedly about last night's carnival party.
“It's nothing! You know, the craziest part of last night was those two French girls. Oh my god...”
You know, the craziest thing last night was the two French girls, oh my God...]
On the straight and smooth highway, a white Maserati is speeding away.
In the driver's seat, he is a black buddy who speaks and dances.
The co-pilot is RayRay, who is dizzy and can't sleep because of the noise.
From the moment you board the plane, thunderclouds are no longer just thunderclouds.
It's Ray, Ray!