"You're lying!" Leng Zimo snorted lightly, "Luo Xiaoqian only came to Beijing in March this year, but you knew her at the beginning of the year. ”

"That's my mistake, it was spring, anyway, it was still cold." The boy took off the guitar bag on his body and took out a CD from it, "This is Luo Xiaoqian's signed CD, she gave it to me, everyone should know that only fans in the fan club can get such a CD, I am not from the Sissi Army, it is because she gave it to me, I have it!" ”

Luo Xiaoqian stood up in amazement, "You are talking nonsense, I don't know you with you!" ”

"You're famous now, of course you don't know me, haven't you always liked to take advantage of men, whether it's your ex-boyfriend Lu Hao, or me, if you lose your use value, you will be abandoned." The young man said coldly.

"Akane, sit down." Leng Zimo raised his palm and spoke gently.

Making eye contact with him and seeing the emotions transmitted in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian nodded lightly and sat back in her chair.

"Second question, you said that Luo Xiaoqian stole your work, how many songs are there, what are they, and in what form did you give them to her?" Leng Zimo continued to ask.

"There are four songs in total, including "Destined", "Accidental Intersection", "No End" and the song "Only You". The young man pouted, "I gave her the manuscript for the first three songs, "Only You" is what she wants to hype, let me record a sample and express it to Emperor TV, the 'talented fan' who is less talked about by the media, is actually just a person she made up of a person, and it doesn't exist." ”

"In other words, the sample of "Only You" that was delivered to Dishi was completed by you alone?" Leng Zimo asked again.

"Yes, that's me." Juvenile Road.

"As far as I know, there are only song demos and separate drums on that CD." Leng Zimo raised his chin to the drums on the stage, "I think, you might not mind playing it again than everyone else!" ”

"This ......," the boy's tone hesitated, "it's an African drum, not a drum." ”

"You want African drums, don't you?" In the aisle, Erin walked over with a smile, still holding an African drum in her hand, walked up to the stage, and put the African drum in front of the boy, Erin smiled and made a gesture of please, "Please start?" ”

The young man looked at the African drum in front of him, his face, which had always been very tough, finally showed panic.

"Why don't you start?" Leng Zimo asked.

"It's been too long, I forgot." The boy tried his best to hide his panic.

walked over and handed the microphone to Erin, Leng Zimo took the African drum on the stage, put the drum strap around his neck, and Erin stretched the microphone to the drum.

There was a slight pause, and then he struck the drum with his hands.

Knock Knock......

The rapid beat of the drum immediately came out of the drum.

While beating the drum, Leng Zimo began to recite RAP to the beat of the drum.

"People say I've changed, but I've really changed these days, and I've become so unreasonable that I don't even think I'm reasonable......"

After a drum performance, he neatly collected his palms and took down the drums on his body.

"It's not that you forgot, but you never knew it, this drum is my evolution from a kind of drumming on the African indigenous rituals, the rhythm is very tricky, just practicing this drum, I spent a week, I guess, you may have practiced, but you can't practice it!" Leng Zimo stared at the young man with a knife-like gaze, "I'm right, I'm not wrong!" ”