When you get together to eat, you will inevitably brag and fart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bragging is the nature of almost all boys, especially when girls are present, they enjoy that adoring look, and it feels as comfortable as eating an elixir.

Of course, this party will not be an exception, everyone pushes the cup to find you to come and go, and the beer is drunk and the eyes are confused, which is just a great opportunity to brag.

The squad leader was in a very unhappy mood, and took the lead and began to brag about how good he was, how good he could sing all kinds of songs, and how good his grades were in the past.

Feng Qianyang didn't like this kind of pompous scene, he was blowing the wind outside after eating, enjoying this rare time. In the past, I would seize all the time to practice various skills, but now I am about to put down, except for the occasional task or two, my muscles and bones are not stretched.

Although the time for practicing was greatly reduced, Feng Qianyang learned a lot of other things.

Hacking in particular, he found this skill to be simply invincible, and when used properly, Trojan horses can strike almost all of the enemy's power without much effort. And I have just started on this road, and I have already felt the power of this technology, and I must find a master to learn more another day, or directly recruit a master to help me.

Feng Qianyang was moved by his own idea, his status in the filmmaker was almost equal to nothing, if it weren't for the master's face, no one else in the sect would look at him with a straight eye. Elder Muyang had been trying to get some information from Feng Qianyang, but Pai Yingsha had been monitoring and had not moved, indicating that Elder Muyang was not sure if what he wanted was here.

Sooner or later, he will break away from the Filmmaker Organization, and there will definitely be a big battle, but he is not ready yet, and his strength is too weak.

He figured this out, he didn't have to worry about his life for the time being, but sooner or later he would come.

There is still time to prepare his own plans, Feng Qianyang thought to himself.

This huge blueprint has been planned for a long time, and there are still some imperfections, and Feng Qianyang has been trying to find a way to solve them. If anything is not planned in advance, the chances of success are slim, especially against strong opponents, and the chances are equal to zero.

He doesn't want to lose the initiative in vain, if he doesn't take the initiative, he will be restrained everywhere, and if he doesn't handle it well, he will lose everything. Feng Qianyang knew what kind of difficulties he was facing in what he was doing, and it was precisely because his strength was too small that he did not reveal his inner thoughts to anyone.

Some things, seeing the light, means the beginning of failure!

Feng Qianyang thought for a long time, and finally returned to the private room. Everyone has started singing.

To be honest, the level is not very good, and there is no particularly ugly kind, and there will not even be a chance to sing if it is ugly, and everyone still has some self-knowledge.

Feng Qianyang ordered the song that he had practiced for several days, and the people around him were a little surprised, they didn't expect him to go into battle to order a song, it was really a little strange, this kid usually can't even speak, but today he dared to sing in front of everyone, is he really hidden?

Everyone thought of this together, and there were even some expectations.

During this period, there are always some Mai Ba who don't let out the microphone, everyone ignores their scolding, and some people sing songs that are really like stubborn stones that don't get in with oil and salt, no matter how good you scold or beat, Lao Tzu just doesn't give the microphone!

Feng Qianyang has been waiting for his song for a long time, and there is no way to meet this kind of Maiba, and he was finally about to wait but was asked to sing.

There are always some people who don't follow the rules, resulting in the rules are just decorations, Feng Qianyang wants to stop singing a song after singing, there are many things worth doing, there is no need to just stare at singing.

In the end, he waited for the song he ordered, Feng Qianyang picked up the microphone, followed the melody of the music, and shocked the audience as soon as he spoke.

"Boredom sees hesitation, it is not easy to achieve the ideal, even if you have confidence, the fighting spirit is suppressed......"

"Who decides me to go or stay, the universe in my heart, and just wants to wave to the ideal with both hands....."

"Ask how high the day is, the ambition is higher than the sky, and the mentality of self-confidence and immortality will live to old age, OH... I have the story of my heart, and I write every joy and sorrow and dream by hand....."

A song "No More Hesitation" resounded throughout the audience, and immediately burst into sensational applause. Everyone didn't expect Feng Qianyang to be able to sing Cantonese to this extent, which is indeed rare.

Many girls' attitudes towards Feng Qianyang have completely changed, and at this time they feel that the figure standing in front of the screen and roaring vigorously is particularly handsome.

Feng Qianyang just wanted to sing this song well, completely ignoring the performance of the people around him, and was already immersed in the melody.

Music is such a good thing, it makes people excited, but also forgetful.

The crowd around swayed to the song, and even sang loudly, this was the first time this had happened since the afternoon singing, and everyone's ambition was hooked, and it was full of fighting spirit like chicken blood.

It was as if this song had brought them back to the high school days full of sunshine and sweat, in order to remember their lost restless youth, and gladly accept the current student life that was lazy and couldn't even raise interest in class.

Everyone thinks of the past, the present, and the future.

This is the magic of singing, the point is that Feng Qianyang sings well, hitting the depths of people's souls, evoking the pent-up emotions hidden inside, and once released, it pours down like a flood bursting the embankment.

After Feng Qianyang finished singing this song, he put down the microphone and walked away silently, and no one spoke.

Everyone felt that his actions today were very strange, what else was hidden, and he brought too many surprises to everyone, and it was difficult to accept it for a while. According to the usual habitual thinking, the people of Mu Ne don't have the courage to sing at all, and the arm strength of people with thin bodies will not be so amazing, and Feng Qianyang has exceeded the range of normal people-this is the common idea of everyone.

Feng Qianyang walked to the lake alone, before he threw the giant turtle not far in front of him, he looked there, and sure enough, there was nothing, it should have swam away.

Just now he observed, this farmhouse has only been built for two years, the small pond is obviously built around the lake, it may be that the giant turtle was surrounded in the lake and did not come out, it should have survived in this big lake, but it turned out to be in the small pond for two years, it is not easy to survive, today it almost entered the stomach of the human being, it can be seen that all primates have a life, this may be its destiny, met a soft-hearted assassin, Feng Qianyang thought of this and felt really ridiculous, he was obviously an assassin, But he is not cold-blooded at all, this old Wang Ba has also cultivated the blessings of several lifetimes to have such an opportunity.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rushing water, and a dark shadow appeared on the shore.

Feng Qianyang found that it was the old turtle, it turned out that it had not gone far, it had been wandering around here, and the feeling of returning to his hometown should not be like this. The old turtle poked its head out, stretched its neck and opened its mouth, Feng Qianyang looked at its strange behavior, not knowing what would happen next.

The old turtle worked hard for a long time, its neck became longer and longer, and its head was held higher, but it couldn't make a sound, giving people the feeling that it was talking about something. Feng Qianyang looked at it and swallowed in his mouth, and suddenly a streamer flashed straight towards him, he subconsciously grabbed it with his hand, opened his palm and saw that it was a bead.