Chen Fan felt that he had been tricked, and he played it thoroughly.

The wish has come true, and he has really stabilized a thief, but he is a double villager thief, no different from Pu Village, looking at his hole cards, Chen Fan is even a little distressed.

"Huh... I'll pick the first one..."Chen Fan was stunned for a while, but finally relieved and accepted this cruel reality.

Don't talk about probability, Chen Fan is a probability black hole, choosing one of the two lucky is always wrong, a small probability event will become an inevitable event when it hits himself, this world is magical.

"Creation makes people...."

Chen Fan paused, hid the mixed feelings on his face, and faced the game with a smile.

The autumn breeze was bleak, and there were many street performers roaming the streets, and I didn't know which unknown band I thought it was, but Chen Fan recognized the ID on the top of their heads, and he was with them all the way.

If there is a common denominator between them, it is that they have a killer hairstyle, they can come in all colors, they are dressed in all kinds of punk outfits, they hold low-quality instruments in their hands, and they sing songs that are out of tune to the original song.

Looking at their situation, Chen Fan sighed with emotion: "It's really ill-fated... Forget about the double civilian thieves, the tall character has also collapsed, I shouldn't be killing Matt as well...."

Reached out and touched the top of his head, but there was no such experience of long hair fluttering, Chen Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and touched it again, but he felt that something was wrong....

"Where's the hair on the top of my head?" Chen Fan touched it around, but only found a handful at the edge, and with a lot of strength, he accidentally grabbed a little.

"Bald? This is? ”

Chen Fan looked surprised, this image is not as good as killing Matt's second middle school boy, at least he can live quietly, and now he is a greasy middle-aged uncle, I am afraid that even his identity has dropped a lot.

Not only is the shape very different, but even the equipment is completely different from that group of people, Chen Fan is a big old man's white vest and thin windbreaker, just a big fan.

"How is my instrument...suona."

Looking at other people's Western-style musical instruments, although they are dilapidated, they can finally hold up the façade, look at their own again, think of the image, and if they have more pairs of round black sunglasses, they can go to the streets of the Republic of China to sing.

Chen Fan was so angry that he patted his clothes, and suddenly felt that his pocket was bulging, and he reached out and took it out, it was really a pair of sunglasses....

"Do I want to use suona to play a song "Erquan Reflecting the Moon"?" Chen Fan laughed at himself.

Someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder, and a voice sounded behind him, "Young man, I see that you are surprised by your bones, are you interested in becoming a singer?" ”

Chen Fan turned around, the other party was dressed in a formal suit, if nothing else, it should be a role like a scout, but being able to take a fancy to himself can only show that this vision really needs to be tempered again....

"Interested, do you want to take me to become the Four Heavenly Kings?" Chen Fan touched his bald head and cared for the few remaining handfuls of hair.

"It's good if you're interested, I'm just asking." The other party smiled and nodded, and then walked away around Chen Fan...

Far away....

"This NPC is a little interesting, I'm afraid it's not here to deliberately entertain the family..."Chen Fan inserted his waist, very angry, and followed forward, wanting to see what the hell this guy was doing.

The same words were also asked to the other eleven people, the difference is that the scouts all greeted each other with smiling faces, presented their business cards with both hands, and led everyone to the company for interviews, but Chen Fan was left behind.

"Stop, what are you doing?" The security guard at the gate of Xingyu Company scolded Chen Fan.

"I'm here for an interview..."Chen Fan watched the group of people go farther and farther, very anxious, for fear that he would delay for a while and even find the way.

The security guard wondered, "When does our company plan to train a group of seniors?" ”

Another sturdy security guard quipped, "Who knows, maybe I want to get some square dance gold songs for my aunt and uncle, hahaha." ”

Chen Fan was speechless, handed over the business card he had picked up before, and said, "The scout really asked me to come for an interview, let me in." ”

The security guard saw that it was a familiar signboard for this guy, so he waved his hand and said, "Go in, go in." ”

"Now the elderly don't like to listen to suona, you may have a drama if you change to an erhu lala." The tall security guard was still teasing, and the person was still laughing, Chen Fan's eyes were contemptuous, and he rushed in.

The scout looked at the people in the seat and said with a smile: "Oh, you are all down-and-out talents, right, gold will always shine, and now our company is ready to vigorously support a group of pheasants, oh no, new singers, the opportunity to turn over has come." ”

"However, resources are limited, and there will be a round of competition next, and the winning party, the company will sign a contract with it, and give it all its strength to create a popular combination, I hope everyone here will cherish this opportunity."

Chen Fan looks out of place in this group of people, just like in the post-00s secondary two chat group, he suddenly mixed in with an old fritter born in the 70s.

"You, you, just you, the balding young man." The scout swept his eyes and noticed Chen Fan.

"What? Find me something. ”

Being called like this, Chen Fan can't say whether he should be happy or sad, the bald young man, on the one hand, shows that he is not old, on the other hand, he is bald when he is young, and he is miserable.

"I don't think it's that stressful." So says a 28-year-old programmer with gray sideburns.

"Do you order any other musical instruments besides playing suona?" The scout asked seriously.

"This..."Chen Fan thought about it, he didn't even know how to take the suona at all, where to talk about blowing, and when it came to musical instruments, Chen Fan was a music idiot at all.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Does whistle count?" ”

"And will you Bbox?" The scout continued to ask deeply.

"Is it the one who spits on other people's faces?" Chen Fan made up a little in his mind, and felt that it was such a reason.

"Uh....So will you?"

Chen Fan pretended to be deep, first shook his head, and then felt that it was inappropriate, and nodded again, "I don't know, it's very simple to watch others puff times, I'll try it." ”

Putting down the suona, Chen Fan took a deep breath and shouted, "Puff puff puff da!" Is that so? ”

"Are you deflateling the bike?" The scout's expression twitched, "It's good that you'll be in charge of the rhythm then." ”

"What? What the hell is a rhythm? I'm not a water army..."Chen Fan felt that his understanding was skewed, and asked again: "What does the rhythm here do..."

"Fanatical shouts, enthusiastic responses, to put it bluntly, are the fuses of the powder keg, used to set off the atmosphere." The scout explained it in layman's terms.

"Then do I still need to blow my suona?" Chen Fan was not convinced, why did he suddenly become a soy sauce player, and demonstrated with high interest, "You guys are optimistic, listen to my heavenly music." ”

It took Chen Fan a lot of effort to grasp the suona steadily, looking at the messy keys, Chen Fan didn't know the bottom of his heart, held his breath, and blew hard like testing his lung capacity.

"Beep!"