The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

It's her, not him.

The angry roar broke.

It belongs to being alive and angry out of its original form.

hateful! hateful! hateful! ! !

His name is all over the world.

Shen Huiling's face was distorted, her hands were clinging to the wall, her head was lowered and she was panting. The murderous intention in her heart almost swallowed up her consciousness. Before, she thought it didn't matter. The boy was just a clown, and it wouldn't take long for him to become a clown. Disappeared from the eyes and disappeared from people's sight.

But why did he jump repeatedly in front of him? ! Why!

Everything has changed.

Ever since her sister followed his personal official channel, she finally realized that something was wrong. Her sister had always hated her and felt that she was sick. She would usually laugh at herself when something happened. She felt unhappy, but she knew that her sister was behind the scenes. How powerful his strength is, he can only keep silent.

My sister and I are not playing the same human game.

But shouldn't this be a game between us? Wouldn't it be better to regard all living beings as ants? Wouldn't it be better to kill someone you don't like? After all, they are just a bunch of skinny, low-grade creatures. Wouldn’t it be nice to just trample them over!

Why do you need to deliberately make me angry?

You're not interested in that boy, so why bother using him to stimulate me?

Aren't you afraid that I will really kill him?

Shen Huiling lowered her head and covered her cheek, slowly calming the black flames in her heart. She opened her eyes again, her eyes calm and indifferent. She tried to speak, and a weak and beautiful teenage voice came out of her throat. He smiled silently and walked towards the lounge again.

Ji Miya Yunqiu was still sitting on the ground. She tidied her hair, stood up holding her stomach, and saw the young man wearing chrysanthemum embroidered clothes slowly walking in again.

"My mobile phone is broken, prepare one for me." Shen Huiling patted the broken mobile phone on Himemiya Yunqiu's face, "It will be done before tonight."

"I understand." Himegong Yunqiu whispered.

"Turn on the TV and watch that puppy's channel." Shen Huiling crossed her legs and sat on the sofa, "You know who I'm talking about, don't mention his name."

Himemiya Yunqiu was stunned for a moment, but she still did as she was told. She picked up the remote control and opened Yu Xian's naive channel.

On the screen, the boy Yuzuru raised his middle finger to the whole of Tokyo, jumping and singing: "アイムアルーザー, どうせだったらFar barking えだっていいだろう" (I'm a loser, so it doesn't matter if I'm bluffing)

His stage was very dynamic, and the audience was screaming and cheering. Some people even shouted at the top of their lungs and kept shouting. He mobilized the entire atmosphere of the scene, and the carnival reached the extreme.

"What's the name of this song?" Shen Huiling said calmly.

"Loser." Ji Gongyunqiu said softly.

"What about the ratings?"

"It has broken the ratings record for a single performance in the previous two years. After your performance, almost all the traffic in the hall of this department poured into him."

"Miss Himemiya, come here and sit next to me." Shen Huiling said softly.

Unable to tell whether it was fear or joy, Ji Gongyunqiu sat down next to him cautiously: "Want to eat fruit? I'll do it for you."

"No need." Shen Huiling said, "Miss Himemiya, tell me, who is the loser?"

"He, he said he is a loser." Himemiya Yunqiu said with a smile.

"How ironic. Do you think he would say that he is a loser?" Shen Huiling's hand went up her back and seemed to notice something. A look of fear appeared on Himemiya Yunqiu's face.

"I don't know." Ji Gong Yunqiu shook his head desperately.

"Then who is the loser?" Shen Huiling continued to ask.

Yu Xian's childish singing voice on the TV was still stirring, and the cheers at the scene were one after another, more enthusiastic than his own fans. These sounds poured into Shen Huiling's ears one after another. He smiled,

Suddenly he pulled the woman's hair hard, turned over and pressed Himemiya Yunqiu under him, and smashed her face with his fist.

Blood surged, and Ji Gong Yunqiu's eye sockets were swollen by fists.

"Hey, I'm asking you, who is the loser?" he asked again.

"I...I don't know."

Another punch hit her face, causing blood to fly out from her nose.

"I'm asking you, answer me."

"I..." Himemiya Yunqiu sobbed and was speechless, struggling to escape from his grasp. However, after more than a year of martial arts training, Shen Huiling's physical fitness was much better than hers. He pinned her down firmly on the sofa.

He didn't ask any more questions, his eyes were calm and terrifying, and he just punched the woman's cheek one after another. It seemed that he was hallucinating before his eyes. The punch landed not on Himemiya Yunqiu's face, but on Yu Xian's childish face. On his face, he looked at the face being beaten violently by his fist in a daze, and he couldn't help but laugh exaggeratedly and happily.

"Who do you think is the loser?"

"Who do you think is the loser?"

"Who do you think is the loser?"

"I, I am!" Himemiya Yunqiu cried loudly, and in his eyes, corresponding to this, Yu Xian was crying under his hands.

He laughed crazily, panting with excitement, and rubbed his fists. The inner satisfaction filled his empty heart bit by bit, and poisonous black flames surged through his veins, burning with extreme pleasure.

"Sorry, Miss Himemiya, I recognized the wrong person." He smiled and stretched out his hand.

Ji Gong Yunqiu rolled on the ground, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her eyes darkened, and she whispered: "Ling, I will submit my resignation application tomorrow. I don't want to be your venting tool."

"You can't, you love me, so you won't leave." Shen Huiling sat back on the sofa, stared at the TV screen, and yawned boredly, "I want to eat fruit, please, Himemiya Miss."

Himemiya Yunqiu took out her handkerchief, wiped the blood that flowed from her nostrils, and staggered towards the refrigerator in the lounge. Suddenly her legs and feet went weak, she knelt on the ground, and started crying fiercely.

...

New National Theater.

The male judge Zenzo Hidaka stood up from his seat excitedly. As soon as the prelude of the song started playing, he was so shocked that he could not sit down.

So beautiful and handsome.

Just before, fireworks burst out, illuminating the dark stage. While the Yu Xian child in the center of the stage was illuminated by the fireworks, the prelude suddenly sounded.

"Yo! Awesome, really awesome!" Hidaka Zenzan said repeatedly, his facial expressions crowded together due to excitement, "The loop in the intro of this song is so awesome, super awesome."

"Loop?" Mrs. Dansheng really didn't understand this. She mainly looked at the lyrics and expressiveness.

"It is what we musicians often call a bar melody loop, and it is also the theme of the arrangement. A great loop can often catch the listener from the beginning and keep you listening, and the details are the real deal." Hidaka Zen San explained excitedly.

"The dancing is also very good. Is that a house dance?" The female judge next to her said in surprise.

"It's very similar, very similar, but it's also like trace dancing. To be honest, his dance is difficult to classify." Hidaka Zenzo said, "A bit neurotic, but he dances very well. It's hard to imitate the second time. .”

"No, he's already dancing a second time," Mrs. Danson said with a smile.

Hidaka Zenzo burst out laughing, slapping him in the face, so quickly.

The rhythm on the stage entered a feverish state. Yu Xian stopped singing and danced the classic Ba Ye dance again along with the melody. His steps twisted in various inhuman twists and turns, causing his body to change his dancing posture. Under the bright lights, The audience's shouts grew louder.

"Let's have fun together!" Hidaka Zenzo shook his head, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the scene.

The young man on the stage is like a shadow in a dream, his limbs and body twisting flexibly, his heels and toes stepping on the beat, turning like an electric snake, charming and elegant.

The fans in the audience screamed wildly.

He danced freely like this, and the dynamic beat swept through the audience like water waves. With the bright sea of ​​support lights undulating, the rhythm of the audience became extremely gorgeous during his performance.

"What a stunning young man." Mrs. Dansheng held her cheeks intoxicated.

...

In fact, not only Hidaka Zenzo, but also the underground dancers who were watching TV were also fascinated in front of the screen.

Small head, big question mark.

I can’t tell what kind of dance this is.

Very neurotic, very crazy, but with a unique sense of rhythm.

‘I can’t dance,’ they thought in their hearts, looking at their leader, the boss of the Tokyo underground street dance party, Kazuo Onomura.

"Look at my hair, I can't even jump out!" Onomura Kazuo twitched his lips, "This guy is too evil. The toprock before was obviously very good."

"Is he dancing house?" a boy asked.

"It feels very similar." Kazuo Onomura shook his head. House is the most elegant dance type among all street dances. Its main elements include jacking, lofting, etc., and it also incorporates ballet rotations, Latin dance twists, and even martial arts somersaults. It is also the most difficult of all street dances, especially for novices. The mountains we look up to, the hell for veterans.

"But, it feels like tracing voices." He added. Voice tracing is a new dance type between modern dance and street dance. Dancers will incorporate what they want to express into their dance movements to describe a story.

But no matter which one they are, they are all top-notch, and few people can play them in international competitions!

Therefore, what this kid dances now is somewhere in between and above the two.

This is not something that can appear in the Starlight Grand Prize Competition at all. It is completely a level that can lift up those young masters and princesses!

"You guys are here to crush them, right?" Onomura Kazuo exclaimed, "We're not in the same dimension at all, but it's really fun! At first, you were scolded by others for not being good at fishing. I guess after this competition, you will go If you are lazy fishing, they will happily kowtow to you."

The dance was really beautiful and he was full of praise.

The beats are taken from key joints such as the head, shoulders, chest, and feet. The outside beats and the inside beats are all appropriately chosen without any sloppiness. The rhythm is very strong and the steps are gorgeous and weird.

Every movement interprets the original meaning of the song.

Like a drunk loser, lonely and suffering to the extreme.

...

On the stage, Yu Xian danced childishly and happily, immersed in the performance both physically and mentally.

As mentioned before, the dance to this song is extremely difficult, so in the previous life, fans of Kenshi Yonezu often nicknamed it a 'one-time dance'.

Even Ba Ye himself may not be able to dance the second time.

It is this dance that made many well-known big shots in the past life feel confused. After analyzing it, they just couldn't figure out the reason.

Until Ba Ye himself said with a smile in a public interview, I danced for fun.

Ordinary people laughed when they heard it. Haha, it was really just dancing for fun, but people in the industry would never think so. Ba Ye’s dance is very unique, but the uniqueness contains a very solid foundation.

Standing above the choreographer, but breaking away from the constraints of the choreographer, this is the fundamental reason why the media praises his dance as going beyond the dance itself and reaching the level of art.

At the end of the second dance, Yu Xian held the microphone again, quickly adjusted his breath, raised his hand and sang again.

"I'm a loser, so it doesn't matter if I'm bluffing."

"Move forward again and again, with our voices."

"Wo~~" The audience in the audience jumped and raised their hands in cheers.

...

"I'm a loser and I heard it a long time ago."

"That voice that was hidden deep in my pocket at some point."

"Wo~~" hands gathered into a sea, and people swayed heartily.

After the baby's foreshadowing, the entire venue was completely on fire, and people were having a great time.

"I'm a loser. I have nothing to begin with, so it doesn't matter what happens."

"Go forward, toward the deeper sounds."

...

"His stage performance is really great." Mrs. Dan Sheng's eyes were filled with excitement. "He can easily drive the stage and control the rhythm of the whole place."

Controlling the field is a term reserved exclusively for top idols.

The rhythm of the scene, time control, and the overall atmosphere all require extremely strong strength to control, and the effect is very obvious, that is, the audience is completely immersed in the performance.

She had seen this child's election day live broadcast before, sitting there fishing, cute, handsome and cute.

Unexpectedly, as long as he stood on the stage, he would change drastically and automatically switch to an invincible control state.

It's like there is another soul in the body.

‘This stage control is too strong. ’ She sighed in her heart, ‘If a person had a previous life, it feels like he would have been a superstar in his previous life. "

And the lyrics are also very mocking.

Although the title of the song is "loser", through the performance on stage in the first two games, if anyone thinks he is a loser, then he is a real loser.

And his singing voice is also casual and playful.

Four major consortiums: You are a loser.

Yuxian Zhisheng: Ah, I am a loser. It doesn’t matter if I show off.

Hahaha.

Master Yin Yang, you got it.

It's all about satire.

The four major financial groups accuse me of doing nothing, so I will show you.

Accused me of grandstanding.

Then I will show off my hard power.

Are you interested in this dance? Would you like to try it out?

This kid really did it on purpose. He was fishing and attracted all the attention without spending a penny.

Mrs. Dansheng smiled bitterly and shook her head.

After seeing through Yu Bao's scheming, she suddenly felt that this child was a bit scary.

...

In fact, after successfully hooking up the four major financial groups, Yu Xian was determined to play this song.

Before Kenshi Yonezu became famous, he was autistic and stayed away from the crowd. He liked to be alone. He heard many people scolding him behind his back, calling him a freak and a loser.

Years later, he still remembered the phrase ‘loser’.

This song is Kenshi Yonezu's farewell to the past. He did not sing bitterly and affectionately about how sad he was, but instead sang jokingly, "Yes, I am a loser, so what?"

Finally, he turned those who laughed at him into real losers.

Who hasn't been laughed at at some point?

Believe in yourself and just move forward.

The scoffers will be crushed by this song and the hurting will be inspired.

That's exactly what this song is about.

It's really good.

...

The song is coming to an end, and Yu Xian's immature physical strength has reached the critical point.

This dance is really tiring, plus singing and dancing, it’s the end after two dances, otherwise you’ll have to crawl down when your legs and feet get weak.

When the last note fell, Yu Xian laughed into the microphone. It was not a kind laughter, but full of malice - Na Na, I am a loser, come and bite me?

The stage is dark again.

The audience at the scene was still stuck in the afterglow, and their shouts almost shook the ears of Tokyo Behemoth.

"Yu Bao! One more song!"

"This is over. Why do I feel like it's just the beginning? I still want to continue having fun."

"Come back quickly, I'll give you all the tickets!"

"Okay, stop making trouble, this is a competition, not a concert."

"I feel like I've seen the finals live."

"I feel the same way, I have no expectations for the following contestants."

Yu Xian walked to the backstage and wiped the sweat from his face. His clothes were soaked with sweat and water could come out with a twist. He drank his drink slowly and walked back to the broadcast room.

Nineteen players watched him return with admiration in their eyes.

Yuxian sat down next to Matsubararo. He was in a good mood. He laughed and patted Matsubararo on the shoulder: "It's not bad. It should be enough to get an A, right?"

Song Yuanlang looked sad and did not raise his head.

Yu Xian lay on his side on the chair and smiled harmlessly.

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