Chapter 170: The Treacherous and Cunning Master Feng Kun

On the side, a female singer said: "Why did you talk to Brother Zheng? He is the king of heaven."

"Is the King of Heaven great?" Leave me, I'll go to the rematch."

Feng Kun rubbed the center of his brows, he really felt a little headache.

This little girl is so temperamental that people can't even say a word, and I don't know how she dealt with her famous poisonous tongue in Tianyi and Wei Shaoyin. However, I really miss it... The emperor has a strict hierarchy. Since Xia Ling's death, no one has dared to challenge the authority like her.

Thinking of this, Feng Kun's eyes softened a little when he looked at her: "Calm down, Chen Hao doesn't mean any harm. Now that we're here, let's all cooperate well." He then said to the female singer, "We are all in the same team, so don't say a few words." Sentence." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Zheng Chenhao with some warning.

Anyone with a discerning eye can tell who Feng Kun is partial to.

Even Zheng Chenhao didn't dare to offend the top producer in the industry in front of him. He was the former Queen of Xia Ling. One sentence he said in front of the boss was as good as ten. If he accidentally offended him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even know what to do. The dead ones don’t even know.

Zheng Chenhao was furious in his heart, but on the surface he smiled indifferently: "I just remind you kindly, there is really no malice."

The female singer saw that his attitude had softened, thinking that she should be more aware of current affairs, and silently shut up and stopped talking.

Xia Ling was very disappointed, Feng Kun actually ran out to try to fight the fire when they were about to quarrel? Bastard, why is this person's temper still the same as before, so gentle and mellow? Her hope of being kicked out of the rematch was broken again.

Xia Ling unhappily poked the tea leaves with a small tea spoon, poking hard.

Feng Kun narrowed her eyes slightly, her small movements...really resembled the girl in her memory.

He lowered his eyes, concealed the strangeness in his eyes, and distributed a few pieces of paper and a few pens to everyone: "Everyone, everyone knows the rules of the Xingyun Song Club, that is, you cannot sing your own songs in the competition. You must sing other people's songs. The song range has also been defined by the competition. There are more than 300 songs to choose from. Now, I need you to write down the 10 songs that you are best at and the 10 songs that you are least good at. Then we will discuss how to arrange the songs. Formation."

Everyone had no objection, got a pen and paper and started writing.

Xia Ling was still immersed in her little unhappiness, so she casually wrote a song "Summer with Blooming Flowers" on the paper. Thinking about it, it felt wrong. Isn't this a song she liked very much in her previous life? The pen in his hand paused slightly.

However, it is too late to change.

She simply stopped writing, carefully studied the song list, and then slowly selected 9 songs that she could sing in this life but didn't like much in her previous life. And carefully selected 10 songs that I am not good at that have nothing to do with my likes and dislikes in my previous life.

Feng Kun seemed calm and harmonious, but in fact he had been observing Xia Ling calmly. He paused when he saw her finish writing the first song. He studied the song list for a while before continuing to write, so he silently paid attention to it. . After everyone finished writing, he collected the playlist and looked at it. When he saw that her first song was "Summer with Blooming Blossoms and Scenery", his heart skipped a beat.

The next 19 songs have nothing to do with Xia Ling.

Is it really just a coincidence?

Feng Kun put away the papers calmly, and continued to hold a battle meeting with everyone.

After the meeting.

Feng Kun took the stack of papers home and pulled out the one belonging to Xia Ling.

Like, this handwriting is too similar...

Feng Kun rummaged eagerly in a cabinet at home and found the manuscript left by Xia Ling before his death, and compared the same Chinese characters in it one by one: Xia, Sheng, Hua, Yan...

Every word is exactly the same!

With slightly trembling hands, he opened a small box on the table. In the small box, there is a screenshot of his signature taken from the Xingyun Song Concert red carpet signature plate. The three characters "Ye Xingling" were cut into three pieces of paper, and there are also three pieces of paper copied from Xia Ling's lifetime manuscript. The words "leaf", "star" and "绫" are printed out.

Some time ago, he sent these three characters to three different handwriting appraisers.

All three appraisers came to the conclusion that it was the handwriting of the same person.

Feng Kun's hands shook even more, and he did the same with the 20 song titles he received this time. He found the corresponding characters from Xia Ling's manuscript, divided them into several parts, and sent them to different handwriting appraisers.

Mail sent.

His mood couldn't calm down for a long time. If the handwriting this time is exactly the same, then what does it mean?

Can there really be two people in the world who are completely similar, not only speaking and moving, but even handwriting are exactly the same? Or are they originally the same person? Reincarnation...?

However, Xia Ling passed away more than a year ago, and Ye Xingling was already eighteen or nineteen years old.

Feng Kun sat in front of the workbench and looked at the contradictory handwriting for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up and dialed a phone: "Old Chen? I have something to entrust you with. Please help me find a person named Ye Xingling." Singer, the manuscript I wrote a year ago... no, two years ago, no matter what it is, whether it is a school assignment, whether it is lyrics, whether it is autographed, send it to me, the more the better!"

This is a friend of his who runs a private detective agency, which is perfect for investigating this kind of thing.

Feng Kun was filled with hope and anxiety, what should he do if it was really her? What if it wasn't her?

Xia Ling was unaware of all this. When writing the song title, she focused all her attention on the song itself, trying not to let Feng Kun see the similarities in preferences between her and her previous life, but ignored the handwriting itself.

She was pampered by Pei Ziheng in those years, so she didn't need to use any brains or tricks, and now she was pampered by Li Lei, which really confirmed what Li Lei said when he took her to the amusement park, it was silly.

How can one outwit Feng Kun, who is known for his meticulous work?

The silly little Xia Ling was meeting with her team and formulating strategies as usual, completely unaware that Master Feng Kun was looking at her more and more strangely.

This day is the "you ask me to sing" part of the Xingyun Singing Group Competition.

As the name suggests, one singer designates a song and asks another singer to sing it.

It's Xia Ling's turn to come on stage.

"It's Ye Xingling." Her rival team was discussing countermeasures in low voices, "What song should we assign to her?"

"Of course it's 'that one'," one of them said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you that last time I overheard Feng Kun on the phone and said that Ye Xingling has been practicing hard on the songs on the playlist recently? All the songs are more or less certain, but the one I can't sing well is 'that one'!"

"Which song is that?"

"Stupid, "Butterfly in a Cage"!"