After Lin Ze finished talking about the two of them, he rubbed his temples with a little headache.

"Okay, you two go back first, you two will look at the results with the semester first, and then talk about the rest of the matter."

After Lin Ze finished speaking, the two people who were stabbed were all pain points, and Lin Ze also really said it on the point, and he didn't know how to refute it if he wanted to refute it for a while.

Wu Qian and Hamburg could only comment on it.

Hamburg debuted very early, and now that he has figured out the situation, he doesn't plan to be a bird, as long as he is on the side to protect himself.

Wu Qian saw that they were stunned and a little embarrassed, so he quickly waved his hand.

Ga Bang and Ah Huang went down dejectedly.

Group 2!

"Crooked beggars and bullets, please!"

The bald-headed crooked beggar who sat there laughed evilly again, then stood up with the microphone in his hand, and walked onto the stage with his hands behind his back, not glancing at the bullets behind him.

The bullet glanced at the crooked beggar's back and sneered.

It's a pity that Lin Ze is going to be scolded this time, it's not the two of them fighting, otherwise......

The performances of these two people are finally not as bad as the previous two people.

At least on the whole, at least they can still sing at the point of rhythm, although the lyrics are still very poor.

It's all to scold Lin Ze's lyrics, but Lin Ze has nothing to scold now.

At most, it means that Lin Ze doesn't know how to rap, or it means that Lin Ze wears differently from them.

After singing, the crooked beggar looked at Lin Ze with his mouth crooked, half of his face moved, and half of his face did not move, just like in a horror movie, why did the ghost take away half of his body.

"Mr. Lin, you ...... order"

"That, crooked beggar, you turn your face somewhere else, and when you look at me, I always think of the escape room I played last week."

The crooked-mouthed beggar was shocked when he heard Lin Ze's words.

"Actually, you can make expressions normally, right, why do you want to do this." Lin Ze showed a concerned expression.

"Actually, you're very afraid of others, right, I read on the Internet that you had a grudge against the bullet next to you before, and the Internet said that you were far inferior to the ......bullet at that time many years ago."

The bullet's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably.

[Sure enough, it has to be Lin Ze, dare to take it out and say anything......]

[What is Lin Ze, take out all these things and talk about them? 】

[Upstairs, do you want to see what you're talking about?] Listen to what the two of them are singing before you speak, okay? Isn't Lin Ze coming to this show just an experience package? Everyone wants to step on it. 】

"Cough, Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin...... "Wu Qian hurriedly reached out to stop Lin Ze to comment on the song, don't say these digressions. ”

To be reasonable, in the past, when the rap circle was just formed, it was very messy, and it was even more chaotic than the cross talk circle, but now everyone is wearing a mask on their faces, and when it comes to the past, isn't it equivalent to tearing the mask apart.

"Ah, I didn't bring it up on purpose, that crooked beggar, we still have to talk about strength in the entertainment industry after all, and now that your strength is no weaker than theirs, there is no need to keep scaring people with this expression."

Lin Ze sighed, showing some kind smiles that made people angry, "It's good, be normal, keep working hard." ”

As for the bullet next to it.

"You...... Both of your lyrics are quite rubbish, but it's good to be able to step on them, as long as you continue to work hard, you will definitely be able to get ahead in the future. ”

Lin Ze encouraged.

It was obviously a good word, but it was extremely harsh in the ears of the two of them.

Soon, a third group of people went online,

That pig king, and the last goose goose came out.

The appearance of the Pig King looks a little better than that of the crooked beggar.

But with dirty braids, it looks a little sloppy.

"Please start your ......"

Before the host could speak, the pig king at the bottom interrupted the host's words with a microphone.

"Wait!"

The whole arena suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The pig king glanced at the crooked-mouthed beggar over there, and he took a step towards Lin Ze, with disdain on his face, pointing at Lin Ze with one hand, and holding the microphone to his mouth with one hand.

"Actually, I've always wondered why Lin Ze can sit in that position, and does he have any works to be proud of?"

"Could it be that it is by virtue of the previous song "Fan Jinzhongju"? Can that song also be called rap? ”

[Rub? His song can't be called rap, but your song can be called rap? 】

[Understood, Lin Ze didn't wear a wrench, didn't wear a gold chain, and didn't wear hip-hop clothes, how can a song sung like this be called rap? 】

How did he have the courage to ask such a question? 】

Lin Ze looked at him and shook his head.

The development of rap in this world is too different from that time.

The level of appearance in this world is just a little stronger than shouting microphones.

Even, some famous rappers, they, in terms of stepping on the rhythm, are not even as good as the anchors who shout microphones.

Lin Ze looked at him as if he saw a child messing around, and he didn't know how to explain it to him, because no matter how he explained, he might not understand, or he wouldn't listen.

"Not only that, why don't you even have a bit of rap spirit, come to the rap show, and dress like an old expert on the treasure show?"

"Think about it for yourself, is that national style so old-fashioned, suitable for us to rap on such an avant-garde stage?"

The bracelet that had been rotating in Lin Ze's hand finally stopped.

"Who told you ......"

"National style and rap are incompatible?"

When Lin Ze said this, the pig king, who had been looking at Lin Ze, suddenly felt a huge pressure.

It's like when he was in elementary school, facing the same pressure as his homeroom teacher.

Lin Ze slowly stood up.

"Actually, with me, all of you rap is not up to par."

Lin Ze spoke, and walked down from the mentor's seat step by step.

Lin Ze took out a few USB drives from his pocket, rummaged through them, and then took out one of them and handed it to the staff.

"Since you can't talk about rap and national style, then now you have a good look at them, how the two are fused together."

"This "Compendium of Materia Medica"! For you. ”

Lin Ze arrived in the middle of the stage, turned his head to look at them, and drove them off the stage.

The accompaniment sounded, and Lin Ze, dressed in a national style costume, picked up the microphone.

"If Hua Tuo is reincarnated, Chongyang will be healed."

"Foreigners come to learn Chinese characters and stimulate my national consciousness."

"Nux nux cassia seeds, cang'er seeds, and lotus seeds."

"Huang Yaozi, bitter beans, Sichuan neem, I want face."

"In my way, rewrite a piece of history!"