"Is he really a professor?"

Rog closed the live stream page and stopped looking at the humanoid creature bouncing stage.

He often wondered why such people often said things that were clearly contrary to popular perception without knowing it, and why were they not in the same world?

"Genuine, professor in the music department of Nova College of the Arts."

Bai Zhe shrugged, it was not strange to see any rare birds and beasts this year.

In the past two days, they ran three points offline. The Kite Bar the night before was the first stop, and with the cooperation of the Eye of the Black Tide, they ran smoothly.

Yesterday, they performed once on the side of the road, then drove to the Moby Dick Bar and had a sorority show with the placebo band.

Before each start, Moya will announce it on his account ten minutes in advance, and then post some live broadcasts after the end.

Underneath each of her tweets was hundreds of invectives. scolded her for hype, scolded her for making up facts, scolded her for excluding her teammates, and said that she was a gangster, that she was a scumbag, and that she knew her better than Moya herself.

Moya is in a constant state of rage as a result, and her unified response to these remarks is "stupid".

But over time, the situation is turning. Many victims who have been cheated by entertainment companies spontaneously supported them and boycotted Luna's records.

Many viewers who have watched their live performances and howl together, especially the residents of Kite Street, have posted videos and tweets online in support of them.

After two days of fermentation, "Professor Kim's Rock Channel" was the first well-known self-media to wade into troubled waters. Kim Eun-sun's account has more than 500,000 followers and is a well-known music critic in the circle.

Obviously, Luna Records stuffed money to the wrong person. Kim Eun-sun may have knowledge and fame, but he is really not very smart, and he took the initiative to give Mo Ya's side a big assist.

"She's off work and she's coming over."

Rogge spoke. It's exactly 18:00.

The fourth stop of their guerrilla show, Moya's jet wing processing factory, where she works.

After the identity of the drummer of Moya's underground band was revealed, he was chased and tortured by his colleagues and asked her to give everyone the whole show.

The assembly line work in the factory is too boring, and finally a melon to eat will gather a large number of Ru, if it is a melon around you, it will be even sweeter.

Under the repeated instigation of Bai Zhe and Rogge, Mo Ya agreed to the most social death plan.

In the distance, a small dot was running towards them.

She took off her factory dust film cap, her short orange-green hair unkempt and glistening in the twilight.

"Where's my leather jacket!"

Moya was panting, wearing a dirt-resistant light gray overalls. It's too late to change clothes today, but a black leather jacket with rivets must be draped, it's a sense of ceremony.

Bai Zhe wordlessly handed over the leather jacket, this matching, the clothes were rotten to the extreme.

He and Rogge had already prepared the field and were waiting for Moya to arrive.

The Marano family did not dare to come to the processing plant to stir up trouble, and they can play with confidence today.

One after another, people came out of the factory, they took off their hats to reveal their colorful hair, and rolled up their sleeves to reveal all kinds of colorful prosthetic patterns.

A fiery red truck is parked at the gate, with a stag with burning horns spray-painted on its side. There is a snart in the soil, and there is a snarness in the sauna. There was a guy with a black head in the back of the car who seemed to be playing an electric guitar, but he couldn't hear much of it.

Bai Zhe looked at the signboard of the processing plant, the Pegasus Jet Wing, the mythical Pegasus.

In late autumn, the day passes by with horses. The blood-colored sunset had fallen, and the direction of Nova Central was getting brighter.

"Bass!"

Moya, who had just gotten off work, picked up the drum stick and came back to life with full blood.

"Here we are."

With the tough strings clasped at his fingertips, Bai Zhe felt the rhythm and muscle memory naturally emerge from his heart.

嘣 ~ 嘣嘣 ~ 嘣嘣 ~ 嘣 ~ 嘣嘣 嘣 ......

"Little Moya!"

"Moya baby!"

"Moya Moya!"

Bai Zhe saw a few female workers trotting towards them, they should have been familiar with the little man.

Knock knock knock, knock knock!

Mo Ya didn't give them a chance to destroy their image, and just knocked on it. Please call the official title in public, she is 24 years old, not child labor!

Whew—

"It's really from our factory!"

"I swiped it on wetweet, they've been so hot for the past two days!"

"There are still rock 'n' roll people in the factory, but they didn't notify me!"

The three of them had never seen this kind of posture before, and dozens or hundreds of people came to watch the excitement in a minute or two.

"What are you doing! What are you doing! Don't block at the factory gate! ”

"Uncle Sanders, let's play a song and leave! Just a few minutes! ”

Mo Ya shouted at the security guard.

"Let them keep singing!"

"Hurry up, clear the scene after singing!"

The uncle muttered a sentence and ran to the side to watch the excitement.

The music and roar continued.

In the strong rhythm of the wave, the people around him seemed a little dazed.

They can feel the rhythm of the rhythm, they can resonate with the emotions in the melody and the roar, but they don't know how to express it.

It's not a ballroom or a bar, it's just a vacant lot outside the processing plant. They're not music experts, they don't know about trendy fashion, they just think the music sounds good after work.

"You're jumping!"

Moya shouted.

"What's that?"

"Bai Zhe, jump down, jump!"

Rogge followed suit.

Yes?

Rogge: "Something that livens up the atmosphere, who will do it if the bass player doesn't do it!" ”

Moya: "Go down and live on the hour!" Feel free to do it! ”

Bai Zheren is a little numb. He didn't have a good life.

He looked around at the crowd, his legs a little limp. Under the setting sun, countless shadows danced with the beat of the drum, excited.

His grandmother's, let it go.

I saw the bass hands and feet off the ground, and jumped out of the car with the bass on his shoulder.

"Woo——!"

He jumped and roared, and Sook's roar rang out almost simultaneously.

Now everyone knows what to do.

"What are you yelling at?

Who are you waiting for......"

Bai Zhe didn't care about playing the bass anymore. He raised the piano above his head and roared, jumping high on the spot.

There were more and more people jumping with him, and more and more people yelling together.

"Who are you waiting for!"

"Waiting for you!"

"Waiting for you!"

There was a shout of response from the crowd, and Bai Zhe didn't pay attention to the laughter for a while.

"Moya! Moya! ”

"Moya jumps! Moya jumps! ”

"We'll catch you!"

"Rogge, don't jump!"

The little drummer jumped off the truck stage, Bai Zhe caught her arm, and her colleagues and friends lifted her up.

"Rogge, don't jump!"

"Sing one more!"

The processing plant's radio was repeatedly shouting loud warnings not to gather at the door, but no one could hear it.

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While a group of people are bouncing around outside the processing plant, the four members of the metal kite band are warming up and getting ready to play.

"Appearing next is the No. 27 trainee, Rifei Hanomiya! Currently ranked 17th in points and 12th in popularity, will she be able to stand out in the unexpected encounters! ”

The flamingo-shaped host introduced it vigorously and snapped his fingers crisply.

Rifei Hanomiya, who had a sweet smile, stepped on the left side of the stage and waved to the audience.

"The unexpected combination with Hanomiya is a rock band from Kite Street in the border area, metal kites! Let's wait and see......"

[What the hell, why do you want to match my family with such a bad teammate]

[This is a dark box operation, what kind of band has never heard of it]

[This band has just had a scandal, don't come here!] 】