This star is from the earth

Han Jue could feel those people around him with cigarettes in their mouths, and behind the smoke from the burning cigarettes, there were incomprehensible eyes.

While waiting for Han Jue's reply, everyone looked straight at Han Jue with various speculations and emotions.

Xia Yuan beside him has no intention of helping at all, and is eating a piece of lamb ribs.

Han Jue sighed inwardly.

【Don't eat it all by yourself...】

Because the dishes are delicious, Han Jue thinks he can't speak out what he complained about. It's one thing to be afraid of being beaten, but another thing is that he hasn't had enough to eat, and if he insists on being a bad guest, he won't be able to eat.

So to be honest, he, Han Jue, still wants to be a decent guest. Just give Xia Yuan a face, and give the food a face.

Han Jue wiped his mouth, took a sip of white water, and looked at the girl solemnly.

His eyes didn't look like he was interested in that girl either. Others didn't know what bad idea Han Jue was holding back.

The temperamental girl was stared at by Han Jue, but her expression remained unchanged. She looked at Han Jue calmly, but she was a little disappointed in her heart.

She knew Han Jue, so she also knew that Han Jue's image had nothing to do with [Quiet].

It is only natural that Han Jue heard it as a provocation. The premise is if Han Shaming can hear it.

If Han Jue put on an ugly face to everyone when he heard such words, then Xia Yuan's leading people in the circle today would become a joke.

A gust of wind blows away the smoke from the burning tobacco.

Everyone shook their heads in their hearts. It was probably the same as what the temperamental girl thought in their hearts. Seeing Han Jue's reaction like this, they felt boring.

Just as they were about to chat with each other again, at this moment, Han Jue made a new move.

Han Jue stared at it for about 10 seconds, or maybe more than 10 seconds. Withdrawing his seemingly unfriendly gaze, he said to the temperamental girl, "You actually discovered it."

Nodding, keeping a dignified expression, he leaned closer to the ear of Xia Yuan, who was leisurely eating delicious food, and asked as if asking something ulterior:

"You leaked the news?"

The voice was low, but deliberately let everyone hear it.

The temperamental girl was stunned for a while when she heard this, and then smiled.

Xia Yuan chewed the meat in his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to [Alleyway] now?" The uncle who came in loose clothes like pajamas asked Han Jue while holding a beer.

"Alley?" Han Jue raised his eyebrows.

Xia Yuan wiped his hands and said, "Song Yin, a folk singer. Last time he saw you perform at [Alleyway], so I can find you."

Han Jue understood, and nodded to Song Yin.

"Just like this group of people, just call me Yinzi." Song Yin raised his beer.

"Han Jue." Han Jue also raised Bai Shui and reported his name.

It was polite and peaceful.

This is different from the relay test of Han Jue expected by others. When they were waiting for Xia Yuan just now, they agreed that if Xia Yuan brought a man, they would take turns to test him out.

Unexpectedly, Song Yin, who looked thick and big-eyed, would immediately become a leader.

Han Jue didn't know what other people were thinking, so he answered Song Yin's question just now: "[Alleyway] is no longer going."

"Ready to release the record?" Song Yin asked.

Han Jue shook his head.

"It's a pity." Song Yin said with regret.

The temperamental girl interjected and asked, "Which alley?"

"The bar at the alley." Song Yin didn't explain, but just said his full name.

[Alleyway Bar], even though the temperamental girl doesn't listen to folk songs very much, she still knows this place. Combining with the previous words, I understand why Song Yin became the leader and favored Han Jue so much.

Some of the friends here are old customers of [Alleyway], so she naturally knows that [Alleyway Bar] is not an idol artist, so she can go there casually. Unless there are good works.

"It's okay." The temperamental girl's eyes lit up, and she said to Han Jue, "Where can I hear your song?"

"I'll probably hear the audio version in half a month." Han Jue shrugged, taking the opportunity to spread the word. At that time, the contract just expired, and he uploaded the sound source.

"It won't take half a month. The [Xiangkou] official account will release the video in a few days." Song Yin corrected.

Han Jue also had a look of sudden realization.

After Han Jue was asked about the copyright issue by his boss, he knew about it, but he almost forgot about it because of the delay in waiting for that time.

"How does Han Jue sing, Xia Yuan, have you heard it?" The temperamental girl looked at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan wouldn't say that just because he was an acquaintance, he would not say a sharp and subjective evaluation that would make the person pissed off.

"I've never heard folk songs, but I've listened to other songs, and they're not bad." Xia Yuan was uncharacteristically not mean.

"Other songs? Indeed." The temperamental girl thought that Xia Yuan was talking about the two songs in "Let's Fall in Love" by Han Jue.

"Popular, and English songs." Xia Yuan didn't refer to those two songs.

"English song?"

This is a bit of a surprise.

"Is it on the level of [hello], [thanks]?" A person who had been sitting silently asked, with a straight face, his Chinese and English pronunciations were not standard, and his accent was weirdly like He wanted to slam every word and sentence against the wall so that people could not guess which nationality he was, but the unfriendliness in his tone was very obvious.

Han Jue turned his head to look over and found that the source of the voice was a middle-aged man in the corner. He has long, slightly curly hair that falls to his shoulders, and an unshaven beard. Wearing a suit, but looking like a down-and-out, unemployed white-collar worker. His white skin and three-dimensional facial features prove that he has foreign blood. He was sitting crookedly on the chair, like a large puppet, no matter how it was placed on the chair, it made people feel awkward.

"If they are all English songs at the elementary school level, they can only be regarded as nursery rhymes." The foreigner said slowly, shaking the phone in his hand, and the screen was Han Jue's public information on the Internet.

He had been looking up Han Jue's information just now. Originally, he had no interest in Han Jue, but when he heard that Han Jue could sing in English, he couldn't help laughing. Because none of the materials he read said that Han Jue could speak English, which naturally led him, a foreigner, to think that Han Jue was an unreliable artist who claimed to be able to speak English just by relying on a few English words and sentences.

Everyone just looked at the foreigner, and then at Han Jue, and they didn't speak to reconcile. After all, Han Jue is just Han Jue, and the other is their friend.

The scene seemed to be back to how it was at the beginning.

But this time Han Jue's response was different from the beginning.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Han Jue shrugged his shoulders, and didn't mean to explain at all. It seems that no matter what the other party thinks, it has nothing to do with Han Jue.

Han Jue thought so, but felt kicked at his feet.

After a little thought, Xia Yuan was the only one from this angle.

Han Jue looked over.

"Didn't you sing a whole song in English at [North Star] on New York Street last time?" Xia Yuan looked into Han Jue's eyes and asked.

There seemed to be other information hidden in his eyes.

"Ah...couldn't it be two songs?" Han Jue blinked his eyes, analyzed quickly, and finished speaking in a stuttering manner.

[Is this the prospective landlord? ! 】Han Jue's eyes flickered.

[This is your prospective landlord. 】Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and gave affirmation.

The foreign friend hadn't opened his mouth before, and Han Jue didn't notice it. After all, everyone's external clothes were out of place, and the foreign friend's desolation looked like water droplets dissolved in the sea. But as soon as the other party spoke, the awkward taste was obvious.

Although this kind of attire does not look like someone who rents out the house for fun, since this is the landlord, how can Han Jue let go of such a good opportunity to make impressions!

Then without waiting for everyone's reaction, Han Jue cleared his throat and said:

"I have been learning English privately for several years. I have always kept a low profile. The media never knew about it, and I have no intention of publicizing it. However, now our international friends doubt my interest in English, so..."

Han Jue shook his head, as if he was very sad when he was questioned by foreign friends.

Then he changed his dejected expression, spread his hands towards Xia Yuan, and said with pride:

"Here comes the guitar!"

Xia Yuan took a piece of noodles with his chopsticks leisurely and sucked them in, ignoring Han Jue.

"Huhu, um, it's delicious." Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue's hands trembled slightly.

The atmosphere of the scene became awkward for a while.

In the end, Song Yin couldn't see it and didn't make the scene extremely awkward. He said to Han Jue: "If you want a guitar, I have..."

"Ahem, thank you, thank you." Han Jue withdrew his hands indiscriminately, wiped his hands and was about to stand up to pick up the guitar.

"Stop!" The foreigner yelled, frowning tightly, staring at Han Jue sharply like a falcon.

Han Jue's heart sank.

You won't be discovered by this guy when you lost your morals just now, right?

"It's you!" the foreign friend said in a low voice, nodding his head constantly, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh it's you!"

"I...?" Han Jue pretended not to understand.

But he sighed in his heart, 【It's you! So you want to rent my house? ] Automatically figured out what the foreign friend was going to say.

Just now, Han Jue's arrogant appearance of "I don't care about what you say, daddy" must have left a bad impression on the prospective landlord, and now I don't know if it is too late to change it.

[If it doesn't work, I'll just borrow money. If you don't rent, you don't rent. 】

"Jarence?" The other friends asked what Jalens was talking to himself.

Jalens opened his mouth to say something, but didn't know how to say it, or where to start.

Finally, he picked up the phone, swiped it for a while, and then put the phone on the table for them to watch by themselves.

People on both sides of him leaned over to watch.

What is displayed on the interface is an English social platform software, with a long list of English copy introductions. Although there are many exclamation points, they can’t understand English, but the cover of the video below is the person standing on the stage under the lights , they recognized it immediately.

That person is Han Jue.

The few people who saw this interface looked at Han Jue and the phone for comparison.

In the end, I found out that it was really Han Jue, and the words [Han Jue] that appeared in the copy all proved this point.

It's a bit late, so I continued to code.