Han Bin sang softly with his eyes closed, and the low and soft bass sounded, like a murmuring in his sleep, muttering blessings in his dream. The sound was soft, with a bit of black tape, and it came into An Qixuan's ears.

Just as An Qixuan was stunned and Zhang Youhe frowned, his gentle voice suddenly changed, and thick and steady midranges followed one after another, and the tone slightly raised, revealing a full and round feeling.

"It's not simple!" An Qixuan stared at Han Bin's mouth seriously, observing the transformation between his tone, and was shocked. He didn't expect that Han Bin could actually improve to this level in such a short time.

Han Bin, who is singing with deep affection in front of him, has very good singing skills. This is An Qixuan's evaluation of him, but he is not sure that this is Han Bin's limit.

It should be noted that everyone has their own unique style and characteristics. In addition to skills, An Qixuan dared not easily assert Han Bin's achievements.

But as he listened more deeply, he discovered the perfection in it, and his face became more solemn and serious. In a trance, he suddenly understood why the trainee planning team did not allow Han Bin to make his debut in 1996 years ago.

"Is it..." An Qixuan couldn't help but be startled by the thoughts that arose in her heart. She tried hard to clear the thoughts in her mind, but she couldn't get rid of them.

As Han Bin's midrange transformed into a high pitch, crossed a range again, the high and loud high pitch burst out, paused for a while, and the sound gradually lowered until it dissipated.

With difficulty swallowing the dryness in his throat, Han Bin asked with an urgent look: "You sing well, right? Brother kangta, Brother Yuhe."

Looking at his expectant eyes, it seemed like a child was eager to need other people's affirmation, and the two were very funny. They were still the little ones back then!

They all know that Han Bin is not showing off, but more like a display, showing his outstanding side. This situation will only occur if Han Bin is very happy.

"In terms of skills, it's perfect!" An Qixuan said slowly after thinking for a while. He paused for a while, and then said: "The bass, midrange plays very stably, and there are some flaws in the treble. Although the tone is loud, the round sound caused a tremor due to insufficient lung capacity."

"However, because of this, I found that you are very good at bass and the midrange is also good. In the future, you will use these two main and auxiliary to shape your own style." An Qixuan summarized for a moment and nodded.

"Brother Youhe!" After hearing An Qixuan's comment, Han Bin asked Zhang Youhe excitedly, who was frowning.

"Xiaobin, you also know that I am the dance leader. I still can't evaluate the singing aspect. You should have a dance!" Zhang Youhe said with a bitter face. As H.O.T's dance leader, he is not very good at singing, so he dare not draw conclusions easily.

But dance? He has absolute confidence! The title of "Dance King" is by no means groundless. He has the qualification and strength to control this honor.

"Hey! Well, Brother Youhe, I'll have a short dance." Hearing this, Han Bin was a little disappointed, turned around, turned on the music, and said to Zhang Youhe.

A very rhythmic dance music sounded, and Han Bin, who was standing in the middle, suddenly moved, as the rhythm was soothing and rapid, his limbs danced in an orderly manner. Zhang Youhe also entered the state with the music.

The solid foundation is undoubtedly revealed, and it is steadily displayed, but Zhang Youhe, who has a unique understanding of dance, has sharp eyes discovered Han Bin's aura when dancing.

Dance! It is originally a setting for the rhythm of music, but once the aura of the dance surrounds it, it is not just a foil for music, but a dance drives the music and sets up a gorgeous sensory feast on the stage.

It is obvious that Han Bin's dance rhythm has already begun to show a stage aura that is looming.

"Very good!" Zhang Youhe's evaluation was even simpler. He was so taciturn that he couldn't hold up other words, but the look of surprise in his eyes and the appreciation on his face were revealed one by one.

An Qixuan and Zhang Youhe stood up at the same time, looked at each other, and smiled. They also guessed the reason why Han Bin failed to debut for a long time, and couldn't help but sigh: "The little one is still the little one he used to be, but he is not the little one he used to be!"

Wiping sweat, Han Bin was slightly stunned when he heard Zhang Youhe's comments, and after a while, he smiled. You know, it is so difficult to praise Zhang Youhe. The two words "very good" are enough to represent a recognition of his strength. This undoubtedly made Han Bin very excited.

"Thank you, Brother Youhe!" Han Bin said with a smile. Upon hearing this, Zhang Youhe's cold face also relaxed and he smiled.

"Xiaobin, you kid, only Xie Youhe, you almost forgot about your kangta!" An Qixuan said with a funny look, looking at Zhang Youhe who smiled at Bing Xiaoxuerong, pretending to be very aggrieved and deliberately complaining to Han Bin.

"Yes, yes! Thank you brother kangta!" Han Bin looked at An Qixuan's friendly look and insisted on glaring at her eyes. There was a sense of incongruity on her face, and she held back her smile and thanked her.

"This is like a humble little guy!" An Qixuan nodded with 'satisfaction', and felt someone pulling his right hand, and then looked at Zhang Youhe in confusion.

Zhang Youhe raised his hand and signaled. An Qixuan was stunned, but when he saw the clock on Zhang Youhe's wrist, he sighed.

"Xiaobin, we have a notice tonight. We have to go back first. If you have time, we will come to see you." An Qixuan spoke first and explained to Han Bin, and the two of them were ready to leave.

"Okay, brother kangta, brother Yuhe, goodbye." Han Bin said goodbye seriously, and as he saw two figures disappearing at the corner of the door, he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

Break and reunite, gather and disperse. There are always gathering and dispersing in life. Some people come but still need to leave to wait for the next meeting.

Han Bin stood at the door of the No. 10 trainee, with many emotional feelings in his heart, and his beautiful memories were still echoing in his mind. He had a look of longing on his face, his pupils were scattered, and he had not even noticed that there was a person standing in front of him.

"oppa..." The sound of a mosquito-like cry sounded, but it failed to bring Han Bin back to reality. Seeing that Han Bin was still looking forward to his longing, the little girl covered her mouth and snickered and sneaked around behind him.

"Huh?" A small cry made Han Bin shook slightly. He just came to his senses and was about to see who it was, but unexpectedly, the eyes suddenly became dark, and a cool touch covered his eyes.

His fingers were slender, but his palms were surprisingly small, covering his eyes, but Han Bin, whose eyes were covered, turned red and wanted to struggle, but the owner of the little hands seemed very stubborn and covered him.

With a slight struggle, a soft and smooth touch on his back rubbed gently, slightly bulging, teasing Han Bin's tense heartstrings. Han Bin, who was about to become an adult, knew what it was, and it was the girl's green breasts as tender as buds.

"Baoer! Stop playing." Han Bin pried open the little hand in front of him hard, grabbed it, and quickly turned around, but unexpectedly he collided with the latter.

"Ouch! Oppa, it hurts me." The little girl screamed in pain and took a few steps back.

"Sorry, Oppa helps you..." I originally wanted to say something like rubbing you, but seeing the little girl rubbing her chest, he suddenly became hoarse and swallowed the words into his stomach.

"What are you helping me?" the little girl asked curiously, pouting her mouth, then looked at the rubbing part that seemed a little indecent, and she hugged her little hand and put it behind her back and circled it.

"Nothing." Han Bin waved his hand awkwardly, but it caused the little girl to have a suspicious look.

"Han Bin Oppa is so stingy, stingy." The little girl stuck out her tongue and made a face. Her tongue was pink and tender, very cute.

"Ah! oppa... let go, it hurts..." The little girl shrank slightly, but she didn't dare to make too many moves. She struggled gently, and her eyes were full of begging.

"Hehe! Baoer, I have warned you." Han Bin smiled proudly, pinched the little girl's small tongue with his right hand, squatted in front of her, blinked, and smiled.

It turned out that when the little girl was making a face and stuck out her tongue, Han Bin, who had always adhered to the principle of "three standards", quickly took action, pinched the tongue that was about to swallow back, and gently pinched it.

"oppa...I know I'm wrong." The little girl admitted her mistake with a bitter face, but her tongue was pinched by Han Bin, unable to pronounce it accurately and clearly, and she said hesitantly.

The little girl wrinkled her little face as big as a palm, and her green face lines were initially drawn out, soft and smooth. She pursed her lips, bitter face, and begged Han Bin with her eyes. The little girl's skin is a healthy wheat color, light and light, not tall, and tightly wrapped in a thick winter dress.

"No, no, why are you wrong? I don't know." Han Bin asked the little girl with a look of surprise, her eyes were blank, as if she was a child who knew nothing.

"oppa..." Quan Baoer was really about to cry. A thin layer of mist was covered in her eyes. She looked sobbing that she was indescribable that she was grievanced. Her crying voice scared Han Bin.

As an acting player, Han Bin was showing her "acting skills" to the fullest. He was suddenly startled by the crying of the little girl. He hurriedly let go of his hands, squatted down, held her little face in both hands, and tried his best to comfort her.

"Baoer, don't cry, don't cry, it's bad for oppa. oppa is a big bad guy, and you shouldn't bully the cute and well-behaved Baoer." Han Bin held her face lightly and wiped the mist at the corners of her eyes. His movements were careful and his voice was gentle, and he comforted him as if he was coaxing his little sister.

Gentle and careful, and very good at taking care of others. Han Bin is such a person. Because he has a delicate and charming sister at home, he cares about it with all his heart, hold it in his palm, and protects it with gingerly, so he is very good at taking care of the emotions of the little girl.

"That's right, Han Bin Oppa is a big villain." Quan Baoer pouted her lips, as if she felt even more aggrieved, but her heart was inexplicably touched, and thumped, like a confused deer running around in her chest.
Chapter completed!