Underground warehouse.

The lights are decadent and confused, and the lights are like demons dancing.

Wu Jin was in an uproar when he walked out. The tattooed man stared at him for a long time and said, "It's interesting."

After saying that, the man took off his coat, exposed his chest and the blue dragon and white tiger, the fallen angel, "Sin, Forgot Love" and other tattoos. The onlookers next to him were shocked.

Shamatt! It's a cruel thing!

The tattooed man moved his muscles and bones twice, and looked at Wu Jin's throat dry.

This kid is so good at seeing evil people, with round eyes and red cheeks. How can a normal person look like this? But this man is a straight man with no sympathy at all. He will beat Wu Jin as a fairy if he takes the lead.

He punched Wu Jin, and the wind was full of power!

Before the fist hit, the onlookers were already screaming: "Don't act ruthlessly, bully the beautiful boy, you are destroying human wealth..."

Wu Jin hurriedly dodged.

His left shoulder lowered and happened to pass by the offensive. The tattooed man's raid was trajectory, and his usual torque came to his mind in an instant.

One second.

The boy suddenly twisted his body and looked up. Under the backlight, his originally gentle pupils were deep and unsightly. The shiny outline silhouettes could see clearly, and the muscle curves were tight to the extreme.

Wu Jin suddenly fought back!

The muscle memory burst out in a short moment, and the fighting spirit hit the straight back like a numb electric current, reaching the nerve endings that were accurate in the slightest. Then the blood boiled and concentrated on the tip of the fist, using the force of thunder to defend against the attack.

The tattooed man's expression suddenly changed, and he would change to attack Wu Jin when the center of gravity was lowered. But Wu Jin reacted too quickly. The boy jumped up, swept his slender and straight left leg, and grabbed the man's neck joint with his right hand. When the man avoided it, he pressed the other person's collapsed shoulder at the angle and threw it!

The tattooed man fell to the ground in a horror, smashing a piece of dust and flying.

A Yuan watching: "Let's go...don't worry!!!"

The crowd cheered!

Even as Zhuang Fan said, the 225 warehouse in the early game was full of miscellaneous fish, Wu Jin was also very handsome. If the tattooed man was the best in the street melee, what Wu Jin showed was the real bare-hand fighting technique.

Fast, neat, invincible.

A Yuan's eyes were dark.

Memories go back to yesterday. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Wu Jin sitting in the corner, listening to the director and the drama and the rules and then listening to the logistics. The contestants in the audience were drowsy, and Wu Jin listened carefully with a look of "very bullying".

Then group and shake hands.

His hands were soft and easy to pinch. Later I heard that he and Eagle Blade Battle Street Dance actually won, and later-

A Yuan looked at Wu Jin's face again as if he was dreamy.

God, is it really a forbidden royal trainee?! What hurts my hands that day was really a gun calluse?!

At this time, the crowd was boiling like a tide. DJ changed his song and started to cheer. Someone yelled to invite Wu Jin to drink, and some took out the terminal and took a photo at Wu Jin. There was even a venue manager who came out from somewhere to ask Wu Jin if he wanted to take over the tattooed man "Brother Hu" to take care of the morning venue and do nothing to be a mascot under the lamp.

Hudi rushed to the table, squeezed into the crowd and convinced and cheered: "Brother Wu is handsome!!"

In the middle of the crowd, Wu Jin lifted his bangs. As soon as the fight was over, a hormone disperser was completely restored to normal for a few seconds. His aura was still swaying his eyes and he gradually became obedient. His curly hair was soft and he raised his heart like he scratched his heart.

Contrast cute.

Who can bear this?

There was a sudden chaos around, and countless young girls screamed at Wu Jin...

Zhuang Fan suddenly looked to one side.

The Wei Shi player was standing here just now. According to Wu Jin, his fighting was also taught by the Wei player, but the Wei player disappeared now.

Among the crowds, Xiao Ling, who was wearing heavy makeup, finally opened the crowd and came to Wu Jin and was about to soak him sticky. Suddenly, he blocked Wu Jin behind him.

Wei Shi was condescending, his eyelids were half raised and he didn't lift them.

"Wow!!!" Xiao Ling turned around and ran away in fear.

Wu Jin was unaware of anything, so he happily went to find a tattooed man with a greeting from the boss: "I won six and four points, six and four points!"

The tattooed man choked: "Don't hit, don't hit, I'll give you money now!"

Two minutes later, Wu Jin successfully got the reward of Zhuang Fan and was in a proud mood.

A Yuan looked dazed and admired, and the Eagle Blade stared at Wu Jin deeply. Hudi was fanatical and worshipped, and only Zhuang Fan calmly said: "Why don't you get 100%?"

Wu Jin went crazy: "……!!! Yes! Why didn't I get 10%!"

Wei Shi had no expression on his face, and his hands were as fast as lightning and rubbed on his soft and fluffy curls: "Learn from the lesson. Well, continue with the mission."

Everyone suddenly realized that there was still 1,000 points left in the program team... Several groups didn't have time to watch the fun anymore, so they went out quickly.

After being "violently cleared", the 225 warehouse quickly became a battlefield for more than a dozen groups of players to compete with each other.

Not only Wu Jin, the Red Haired Squad also had an argument with others. After knocking down the opponent with one punch, Hong Haired quickly climbed onto the stage in a victorious manner, and picked up Mike Crazy and began to shout passionately: "I am drunk alone... I am tired of fighting! I debuted and conquered the world, I cut off my love and have no worries..."

The knocked down man covered his ears in pain: "Is this the fucking art of the strong?!"

Compared with the Red Haired Squad, which has slowly grown rewards, the three large private rooms of Rapperbattle, the band and dance have made countless money in a short period of time, becoming a stage for fierce competition among the teams.

Zhuang Fan, Chen Shao, Hudi, and three rappers stayed in the private room at the door without any accident. Wu Jin looked at the Dancer dance floor and was almost shocked. About twenty trainees squeezed together like cooking dumplings. The host on the stage was in great pain: "I want to get the number first when fighting, I'm so sorry that you look too similar. You jump from No. 1 first..."

Wu Jin quickly closed the door and ran towards the heavy metal music that was hoarse not far away.

In that case, A Yuan finally grabbed Bes from the Eagle Blade's hand and saw Wu Jin's legs weak: "Wu, Brother Wu, are you busy beating someone, I'll show you the way if you want to beat..."

Wu Jin was embarrassed to point at Beth.

A Yuan choked: "The others were taken away, and only this thing is left. Do you know this...why do you have a song for each person?"

Wu Jin nodded and took the bass handed over by A Yuan.

Behind the drummer whistled and signaled Wu Jin to find a photo by himself. This is the most remote corner of the stage. On and off the stage, there have been a mess. Ming Yao can be seen running with an electronic keyboard not far away. The tradition of rich second-generation piano learning has not changed until the 31st century!

Wu Jin grabbed the bass and adjusted the strings. He didn't catch up with the first wave of instrument grabbing, and the only thing left was the bass with the least sense of existence. The bass was low-key, with two fewer strings than the electric guitar, basically no complicated skills, and it was not crisp when playing the board-

Bass plucking.

In the distance, red-haired shouted loudly, Ming Yao's electronic keyboard version of "Fantasy Improvisation", next to it was a noisy drinker, and a fussy A Yuan: "Why is the Wei player sitting on the exclusive booth?! Isn't that the territory of the 'Three Brother'? Wow, I remembered that someone just said that the Third Brother's venue was taken over? Could it be him-"

Wu Jin got closer to the microphone seriously.

The audience was still in a mess. The drinkers had no interest in this temporary resident singer. Most of the people who were willing to listen to the song followed him and snatched the guitar. The keyboard contestants ran away. There were only Xingxingdian fans who watched Wu Jin fight just now, and the big guy holding a glass of liquor in the distance.

The boy's low and clear voice rang out: "Butterfly at the muzzle~Red tomato~Soft bleat~"

"..." A Yuan staggered and almost thought he was hallucinating: "What, what word?"

Wu Jin made another low tone, and finally satisfied, and focused on his hands plucking: "Butterfly at the muzzle, day and night in the training room."

"Dreams are clearly extinct, so you have to work harder to avoid being separated from you..."

Wu Jin's voice was slightly hoarse, with the unique youthful aura of ten years old.

It's like morning breeze sweeping across the mountain stream.

The noise gradually stopped, and someone looked up at Wu Jin. The singing was still flawed, the breath was unstable, and the pressure was low, but it was still very nice.

Wu Jin was not proficient in fingering at first, so he sang about halfway before finally relaxing his shoulders, and his eyes left the strings and looked into the distance.

Booth.

Wei Shi's fingers overlapped on the neck of the cup where the light was flowing.

Raise your hand and raise your glass, and raise your lips slightly.

Two hours later, when several groups of tasks were finished, they quickly met at the door of the 225 warehouse.

"The ranking is determined according to the order of the time when all five members of the team arrived at the studio-" Team 12 captain Zhuang Fan Yijing: "Who runs faster?"

Team 12 couldn't hurry to leave the warehouse and took the subway to evacuate, but when they were about to arrive at Snow Leopard Entertainment, they looked dark.

Zhuang Fan: "..."

Countless fans surrounded the program team's door so much that several people were raising signs: "Did you see my child smashed it? It looks like this->[cartoon Wu Jin][women's clothing Wu Jin]."

Zhuang Fan Zhuomu looked at the women's clothing: "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby..."

Wu Jin: "!! I don't, it's not me!"

Zhuang Fan slapped Wu Jin's shoulder: "Come in early and ask for good luck." Then he quickly evacuated with the other three team members.

Wu Jin was stunned and quickly put on the baseball cap and squeezed inward. Suddenly, a little girl next to him murmured: "Hey, I seem to smell the sweet goose. The silhouette of this person seems to be my son Xiaowu-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"!!" Wu Jin was so scared that he ran around with his head in his arms.

The crowd burst into a loud noise: "Ahhhh, the wild little witch!", "Catch it and you can take it home for fun!", "Wuwuwu, the little witch is so cute to climb a tree!", "Ahhh, the little witch grows on the tree! Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult, if the little witch on the tree is trusted, jumped down from the tree, and I will use the Great Transfer of the Universe to catch it..."

"Why did the little witch jump to the wall again? It turns out that the essence of the little witch is checkers!",

"He is running towards the program team-wait, do they have any racing missions? I see many contestants are running!", "Ahhhh, everyone let me kill my son to hand over the mission first!!!"

Wu Jin finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to the fans again before entering the studio.

Zhuang Fan pinched his watch and waited for Wu Jin to come in, and gave a thumbs up: "It's okay, fourth place!"

Half an hour later.
To be continued...