Everyone looked in the direction of Peng Conan's finger and saw that in a booth in the corner, there were four people also looking at them, each with a playful smile on their face.

One of the men with shawl hair turned around and grabbed a bass from the sofa, and shook it at Liu Jingxin with one hand on his neck, which was full of provocation.

Peng Conan was annoyed: "That's the bass I lost!"

Liu Jingxin comforted: "It's okay, let's win it back today." ”

"Hmm!" Peng Conan nodded heavily, and then introduced to Liu Jingxin: "The long-haired one holding the bass is called Da Mao, who is their lead singer and rhythm guitarist, the thin one next to him is called Ah Wei, who is their lead guitarist, the fat man who looks like Maitreya Buddha in the back is called Hum and is their drummer, and the remaining one is called Da Zhuang, who is their bass player." ”

"Don't you know their real names, why haven't you heard of them?" Jiang Li asked beside him.

Peng Conan said: "I don't know, and I haven't inquired." That's what everyone else calls them anyway, and that's what I call them. ”

Liu Jingxin nodded and said, "Okay, let's go over and have a look." ”

The crowd squeezed through the crowd of demons and came to the booth.

Da Mao raised his eyebrows, took Liu Jingxin and the others a lot, and then shouted to Peng Conan with a wicked smile on his face: "Silly big man, where did you find these buddies? ”

Peng Conan's face was so red by the other party's words that he couldn't answer.

Indeed, even if today's PK is Liu Jingxin and they win, it can't be counted as Peng Conan's.

Liu Jingxin smiled slightly and said loudly: "Let's just come to communicate, and bring his bass back by the way." ”

At this time, the performance of the band on the stage had just ended, and although the venue was still warm, it was no longer as noisy as it was just now.

Da Mao fell on Liu Jingxin's body, "cut" with disdain, shook his head and said, "I don't compare with you today." ”

As soon as Peng Conan heard this, he became anxious: "What do you mean?"

Da Mao glanced at Peng Conan, and said unhurriedly: "It's not interesting, since you are looking for them as helpers, you must have come prepared." If you are allowed to find a helper, you are not allowed to ask me to find a helper? Today I will not compare with you, but there are people who compare with you. ”

Peng Conan has rehearsed with Friday more than once, he is very confident in Liu Jingxin's strength, and he really doesn't think that Da Mao can find someone who can win against Liu Jingxin.

Liu Jingxin smiled faintly very confidently and asked, "Where is the person you are looking for?"

Da Mao took out his mobile phone and looked at the time, bent down to grab a handful of popcorn from the table, and said while throwing popcorn into his mouth: "They will have to wait a while to come." Anyway, there's still time, why don't I go to the bar owner and let our band play with you first?"

As soon as Peng Conan heard this, he knew what Da Mao's idea was, and it was clear that he was testing Liu Jingxin and Friday for the band that had not yet come. He said angrily: "Since you called for help, then wait for your people to come, who has time to play with you?"

Da Mao smiled contemptuously and said: "If you're afraid, just say you're afraid, it's okay, it's not ashamed." ”

"You ......" Peng Conan was really tender, and he was almost provoked to step forward and make a move. And to do it on the opponent's home turf is only bad for them, not good.

Liu Jingxin stretched out his hand to stop Peng Conan, turned his head to Da Mao and said, "How to play?"

Da Mao pouted in the direction of the stage and said, "Go on stage." ”

Liu Jingxin nodded and said, "Okay! Let's go." ”

Da Mao raised his hand and beckoned the rest of their band to leave the booth, and led Liu Jingxin and the others to a booth on the side of the stage.

There are several very fat middle-aged men sitting in this booth, the table and the ground are full of empty wine bottles, and everyone has a cigarette in their hands, making the smoke here follow the fire, choking people can't open their eyes.

"Yo, Da Mao, come on, come on, drink a bottle!" the middle-aged fat man sitting in the center of the booth smiled and raised his hand to say hello.

Da Mao said: "Brother You, don't drink the wine, I have friends coming over, and we want to play on stage." ”

Brother You raised his head and glanced at Liu Jingxin and the others, nodded friendlyly, and then said to Da Mao: "Go, go, just say hello to those buddies in the background." ”

"Okay!"

After getting Brother You's consent, Da Mao led everyone along a small path in front of the booth area into the backstage. Brother You walked out of the booth, came to the edge of the stage with a cigarette in his mouth, and called the host who was interacting with the customers on the stage and explained it.

The host nodded, returned to the center of the stage, and began to help the two bands led by Da Mao and Liu Jingxin warm up.

There were two bands and a few staff members backstage, one of which was the same band that had just played "Master Of Puppets" on stage.

Da Mao walked over and greeted everyone one by one, and then found a staff member to communicate, after everything was negotiated, he turned around and clapped his hands, and said to Liu Jingxin: "Brothers, hurry up and prepare, you can go on stage soon." ”

Liu Jingxin nodded, turned around and carefully took down the piano case he was carrying on his shoulder, took out his big G from it, and half-squatted to tune it.

A few minutes later, the two teams came to the edge of the stage to get ready to take the stage.

Da Mao nodded at Liu Jingxin, his eyes swept over Liu Jingxin's electric guitar intentionally or unintentionally, and grinned: "Our band will go up to give you a sample first!"

After saying that, he glanced at Peng Conan next to him again, and then took their band on the stage without saying anything.

The host looked back at Da Mao, smiled and nodded, and then shouted at the audience: "Let's have a windmill band!"

The customers in the audience slammed the table with the bottom of their beer bottles and cheered loudly, and it was clear that they were all familiar with the band led by Da Mao.

Da Mao came to the center of the stage, and after toning the guitar, he said loudly into the microphone: "Today we bring you our own original songs, and we will help you make a scene, okay?"

The people in the audience were really cheering, and they all shouted loudly, and the huge sound shook people's ears and "buzzed".

Da Mao turned his head and hummed behind the drum kit with an "OK" gesture, then looked at Liu Jingxin and others waiting on the side of the stage, smiled and raised his right hand and rubbed his thumb on the tip of his nose. It's like saying, "Look!

Peng Conan muttered in annoyance, "What is there to pretend?"

"Da, da!" Hum on the stage raised his hand to raise the pair of drum sticks in his hand, and beat the rhythm of a bar at a uniform speed, followed by "Dong Dong" stepping on the kick drum, and began to beat the regular rhythm drum beat after a flower.

Da Mao stepped forward and bent his knees with his left leg against the guitar, and played the Eastern European-style Solo prelude with a very exaggerated posture, and sometimes gently and sometimes quickly, his head was shaking vigorously with the rhythm, and his long hair was dancing with him, and the stage was full of infectiousness.

After the prelude ended, Da Mao stood up and roared loudly into the microphone: "Burn, collapse, destroy, die, garbage-like world......"

Peng Conan saw Da Mao's stage performance, and listened to the roar that made his blood boil unconsciously, his face became a little ugly, and he began to lose confidence in his originality.

Bao Yi next to him frowned and pushed Liu Jingxin, leaning into Liu Jingxin's ear and whispering, "Do you feel that their lead voice sounds familiar?"

Liu Jingxin smiled faintly and nodded: "There is a suspicion of over-borrowing Systerm Of A Down (the band that collapsed the system)." ”