Chapter 612: You guys are too much

"Holy crap! Why won't you show us? That's too much. We're members, dignified VIP members, and you won't even let us see the song title Lin Yu wrote. Deduct the cameraman's salary!"

"So curious! What song title could make Da Mi Mi, Peng Peng, and the others so excited? They look like they've completely lost control of their emotions. It's too baffling."

"Yeah, except for Lin Yu, the other four people looked like they were on drugs when they saw the song title. Just seeing the name makes them this hyped? It's really hard to understand!"

"I slowed down the footage just now. Although the camera didn't show it, you can see Lin Yu's pen movement was very small; it looks like he only wrote one character."

"The key point of what Lin Yu said just now was the word 'demonic.' Can't even 'Unsettled,' a divine song like that, make the cut? Why don't I believe it? Is there a song in the domestic music scene more outrageous than that?"

"Demonic song? 'Little Apple'? No, no, 'Little Apple' has such a strong rhythm, it must be easy to sync."

"I can't figure it out, which song would make everyone react like this?"

"Script, I bet this is definitely a script. These are all reactions rehearsed in advance. Don't many variety shows do this now? They clearly said a very dry joke, but everyone laughs along to cooperate. If this song isn't convincing, I won't accept it."

"........"

In the camera shot,

while the five of them were discussing, Huang Minghao had his headphones on, following the dynamic music, dancing and shaking his head.

"Have you chosen the song, teachers?"

Huang Minghao saw Lin Yu, Yang Mi, and the others turning back with smiles, so he took off his headphones.

"Chosen! Don't be under pressure when the time comes! I believe in you."

After Yang Mi finished speaking, she shrugged her shoulders, turned around, and giggled.

"Brother, if you can sync to the beat of this song, I'll take you to the Spring Festival Gala."

Da Zhangwei raised the corner of his mouth, his face full of playfulness.

"Little Jia, don't let us down."

"As an old member, you can't give up easily."

Zhang Yixing and Peng Yuchang quickly sealed the deal.

To prevent Huang Minghao from regretting it, backing out, and quitting on the spot.

Seeing their strange, contrasting expressions, Huang Minghao's vigilance was immediately maxed out. But on second thought, he was an idol boy band member, a singer-dancer by trade; isn't it just beat-syncing push-ups?

He had no problems with stamina, and musical rhythm was second nature to him. No matter how hard it is, how hard could it be?

And "give up easily"? That's really looking at people through a crack in the door; you're underestimating me!

"Brother Lin Yu, you're still the best. Unlike them, who only know how to be sarcastic to me!"

Huang Minghao said with sincere emotion.

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"Hahahahaha."

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't hold it in again and burst into laughter.

They secretly thought: That's right, your Brother Yu didn't mock you, but this wicked, rotten idea was thought up by him.

"Come on! Let's start!"

Huang Minghao got ready and lay on the ground, welcoming the challenge of this round's game: beat-syncing push-ups.

Huang Minghao even confidently leaned closer to the speaker, wanting to hear the rhythm of the music up close to coordinate with the beat.

Turning his head again,

he found that Lin Yu and the other five had already hidden far away, fearing they'd be affected, just like someone lighting a firecracker and looking for a safe distance to watch.

"3."

"2."

"1."

"Play the music."

Lin Yu waved his hand solemnly.

Seeing this, Huang Minghao couldn't help but laugh. Why is this like a rocket launch? Does it need to be this ceremonial?

However, the next moment,

Huang Minghao's smile suddenly froze and vanished.

Holy crap!

What is that sound?

He only heard a gloomy and eerie accompaniment coming from the speaker.

It felt like walking down a dark road in the middle of the night, with a wild cat in heat on a trash can, looking at you vaguely, while making a weird, baby-like crying sound that scratched at your heart.

Is this even a song?

Huang Minghao was closest to the speaker, and he could hear the graininess in this eerie song clearly.

His eyes widened instantly, and the strings in his brain tightened.

Turning his head to look at Lin Yu's side,

the others were decent enough to have retreated even further, almost sticking to the very edge of the container.

"......."

Huang Minghao's heart shrank, but due to his pride, he bit the bullet and lay on the ground.

He kept comforting himself in his heart:

Maybe this song just has this atmosphere, and it should get normal later.

Anyway, it's only one minute. Just do the push-ups according to the rhythm. Nothing in the world is difficult for one who sets their mind to it. Come on! Huang Minghao, you're the best!

But before he could think much more,