All-round superstar who started from the men's team

Chapter 228

Chapter 228

This time Liu Shu didn't go to pick up the plane. He just waited for Feng Cheng at home because he wanted to give Feng Cheng a little surprise.

It can be regarded as a reward for Feng Cheng's hard work in the kitchen these days. He also tried to cook a meal. Although there are only two dishes, it is still the simplest.

But what’s more important is the heart.

When the doorbell rang, Liu Shu happily went to open the door, but Feng Cheng was different from what he expected.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you still haggard when you go back?"

Liu Shu also blamed himself, whether it was because he didn't go to pick up the plane, which caused him to go through an embarrassing journey.

Feng Cheng was also weak at the moment, he pushed against the door with his knees, "Let's go in first."

"Okay." Liu Shu helped lift his heavy suitcase, "You said you'd only go back for two days, what are you doing with such a big suitcase?"

Feng Cheng ignored him, walked to the sofa on his own, and then fell down as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, letting out a satisfied sigh.

After Liu Shu helped put the suitcase in his room, he came over wondering, "Has your body been hollowed out?"

"Go." Feng Cheng said angrily: "I'm just a little tired, I didn't expect so many things waiting for me when I go back."

"Hey, it's the imperial capital after all, so there must be a lot of things to do." Liu Shu said with a smile: "How about it, I'll stay here. I can sleep as long as I want, and I don't have to go out all day."

Feng Cheng rolled his eyes at him, "Isn't that also preparing for the show, usually you're not as busy running shows as this?"

Then he clapped his hands again, and said lazily: "I won't cook today, you can order takeaway by yourself."

Liu Shu snorted disdainfully, "You have to be the only one who can cook, and there is still a living person here."

Feng Cheng glanced at him suspiciously, "You did?"

Liu Shu put it on straight away, and posed there.

"Oh, I just got off the plane and I'm hungry." Feng Cheng rubbed his stomach, "I wonder if I'm honored to eat Liu Shao's meal?"

Liu Shu waved his hand generously, "Let the strength tell you what it means to make your stomach full."

Feng Cheng smiled and stood up, ready to go to check his homework. It seems that Liu Shu is not idle when he usually cooks by himself, and secretly learned a few tricks from the side.

Suddenly he thought of a question, "Have you cooked rice yet?"

"It's steamed." Liu Shu showed a "that's it" expression, "Can this stump me?"

As a result, when Feng Cheng opened the rice cooker, he found that the rice inside was extremely moist and almost thickened into porridge.

Before Feng Cheng could ask, Liu Shu explained: "I did this on purpose, you don't understand, rice tastes good in this form."

All right, Feng Cheng had already seen those two dishes when he passed by, so he took out a bowl and filled them with two bowls of rice.

Sitting at the table, Feng Cheng stretched out his chopsticks, ready to taste the scrambled eggs with tomatoes that he stole from his master, to see if he had his own essence.

As a result, when he took his first bite, his face almost turned green and it smelled like tap water.

Feng Cheng was a little suspicious of Liu Shu's process of making this dish, shouldn't it be raw?

But in the end, the two of them finished eating, just praying that there would be no problem with their stomachs, or a toilet would not be enough for the two of them to grab.

In the end, he only left one sentence: Young Master Liu doesn't need to do it himself in the future, and I will do it in the future.

It's been a while since I came to Liu Shu's house. Compared with my own house, it has more warmth and human feelings.But after all, it wasn't my own home. Seeing that the program recording was about to start, Feng Cheng and the two stopped messing around and began to make final preparations.

Even the friend's mission - to go to the king with Yu Xue, has been put on hold for now.

The focus of the next work is not singing, but performance.

It was the first time that Feng Cheng felt the pressure from others on stage, and it seemed that this was the first time he performed in collaboration with others.

The collision of two very different styles brought more creativity to the stage, but Feng Cheng still couldn't adapt quickly.

Who is Liu Shu?A serious trainee who is still a rapper, that typhoon has long since formed its own school.As soon as the music started, it was not the same thing as the boy who stayed at home.

Especially when the sunglasses are on, it is even more difficult to recognize who it is.His expressiveness is too strong, which can't be done by Feng Cheng who can only sing quietly at present.Feng Cheng wanted to get in several times, but he was blocked halfway and retreated.

The effect of being still and moving is actually very explosive, but Feng Cheng really wants to actively cooperate with Liu Shu.We are all teammates, and we are all from a boy band. You are all so classy, ​​so why don’t I have some boy band style?

So Feng Cheng was just about to move and bound his hands and feet like this, neither still nor moving, he became a four-faced character.

In Liu Shu's eyes, everything Feng Cheng did was so clumsy.

He had never seen Feng Cheng like this before, and he couldn't feel cool anymore. Liu Shu would always pay attention to Feng Cheng's performance as the two who were both in charge of rap.It turned out that Feng Cheng couldn't be more aloof, and he was a male god of abstinence on the stage.

So restrained now?

Liu Shu finally couldn't help but said: "I'm curious, how long has it been since you practiced dancing? You don't spend all your energy on studying singing, right?"

Feng Cheng originally thought he was quite classy, ​​handsome and cool, but when Liu Shu said this, it was like a bucket of cold water poured down on him.

My mind raced, "That's not true, I've been practicing dancing. Do you know that there is a saying that says, if God opens a door for you, it will also close a window for you."

"Eh? Wait, didn't you turn it off and on again?"

"It's the other way around. To tell you the truth, the moment I got enlightened, it was because I hit my head in the shower. Although the music cells were alive, I found that the motor cells had degenerated. I suspect it was the night before, in a dream. What a deal God struck."

"No way?" Liu Shu raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there such a thing? From tone insufficiency to limb incoordination?"

"Looks like it should be now." Feng Cheng pretended to be distressed: "But the muscle memory is also recovering little by little."

"Hiss, what should we do when we return?"

"It should probably recover by then."

".That shouldn't be the case, why do you feel that you feel different on stage?"

"Maybe it's because I sing too many love songs, and because of my body, it also affects my self-confidence."

"Then what should we say about our performance this time? Should we highlight the identity of our boy group? Originally, I thought that this could be considered as a small group activity of our group, adding some NICE elements or something, now."

"Plus!" Feng Cheng said very bluntly: "It is my duty to recast the glory of NICE. To promote the boy group culture on such a program is more effective than half the effort, and it is also a gift for Mitao (NICE fan name, homophonic for meetyou) gone."

"Well, the idea is good." Liu Shu stroked his chin and looked at Feng Cheng, "But now it seems that we need to conduct a training camp."

(End of this chapter)