Infinite9, whose progress was stagnant, disbanded in situ. Compared with the tired but pleasant practice atmosphere before, this time it was especially exhausted.

Hua Lin, who went downstairs to drink water, saw a light cast on the floor, turned around with the water cup, and saw that the back door was not completely closed. He glanced at the time, took two boxes of strawberry yogurt from the refrigerator, and walked towards the back door.

"It's rare to see you here." Hua Lin raised his eyebrows with interest as he leaned against the door frame. Qin Lu, who was sitting on the swing, looked back and saw him with an "um".

"Next." Hua Lin threw the yogurt box in his hand to Qin Lu, and when he saw that the other party easily caught it with one hand, he whistled briefly.

The two sat down side by side on the only two simple swings again, Hualin inserted the straw in a lazy motion, and leisurely looked like he was smoking a cigarette. When he drank the strawberry yogurt, he subconsciously He frowned and swallowed hard.

Qin Lu noticed that it was strawberries again, and couldn't help clarifying: "I really don't have a preference for strawberries, I just don't hate them."

Hua Lin said "Oh", seemingly relieved, "That's great."

He turned his head, blinked slowly silently, looked at the yogurt in his hand expressionlessly and said, "I hate strawberries."

Qin Lu reacted for a while: "then why do you still drink?"

The last time it was given to him by Qin Lu, this time it was brought by Hua Lin himself.

Hua Lin pointed to his eyes, "You seem to need something to relax, I thought you liked this."

Qin Lu was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook the swing and laughed silently.

Qin Lu: "Well, now that I think about it, it seems that I don't hate it as much as I like it. Actually, it works a bit."

Hua Lin: "You still hate it, I don't want to drink strawberry yogurt anymore."

Qin Lu: "..."

Hua Lin turned his head with a dark face: "Don't think I didn't see you snickering."

Qin Lu bit the straw and smiled solemnly: "how could it be. I'm smiling honestly."

Hualin: "..."

The two of them finished the strawberry yogurt happily and with difficulty, successfully making Qin Lu look relaxed and relieved, while Hua Lin put on a mask of pain with a world-weary face.

Hua Lin: "So, what's the problem?"

Qin Lu explained the team situation of infinite9 in a few simple words.

Hua Lin understood: "I'm putting too much pressure on myself."

It stands to reason that the most reasonable configuration of infinite9 should go very smoothly.

But the problem is that they think too simple, or too complicated.

The imagination is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny. And creating is not an easy task. If you want to come up with amazing songs within a week, even for well-known creators, it is not possible to be full of inspiration anytime, anywhere.

They put too much pressure on themselves and demand too much. And the expectations set by oneself cannot be realized, so there will be no progress.

Metallica has no such troubles. They care about winning and losing, and whether their music is understood and liked by the audience, but if they enjoy it, then the first two can be thrown away without any burden.

Music created with the primary purpose of winning the recognition of others has no unrestrained vitality.

Its birth can be a momentary whimsy, it can be seeing a beautiful rainbow after the rain today, it can be a wonderful encounter in a boring life, or even stepping on dog shit when you go out.

Emotion is the source of creation, whether it is absurdity, surprise, sadness, or anger, it is the source of creation.

None of which is "Will the person listening to the song like it".

Qin Lu felt that his teammates had fallen into a misunderstanding, because it was not necessary to create an absolutely unique and unimaginable stage in order to be called a good stage that would amaze the Quartet. Even geniuses can't have good ideas all the time.

But this matter is not suitable to be said directly.

It may instead have the opposite effect and dampen the enthusiasm for creation.

That's why Qin Lu sat here thinking, not because he got into a bottleneck and became anxious, but how to make his teammates come back to their senses without leaving a trace.

Metallica's training progressed very quickly, so Hua Lin went back to prepare a new song after confirming that everything was normal with Qin Lu.

When Qin Lu came to the living room, he found that all his teammates had gathered on the first floor, and infinite9 was not the only one in the living room.

The two groups huddled together, the atmosphere was heavy and bleak, serious and unlovable.

K-NEP looked strangely sluggish, and Fan Xi was paralyzed on the sofa with Pei Jiangsheng in Beijing, having a very sympathetic dialogue.

Fan Xi broke the silence: "Brother Jiang Sheng, did your group write a song?"

Pei Jiangsheng was expressionless: "I think the lyrics I wrote are like shit. How about you?"

Fan Xi looked peaceful: "I can't even think of shit."

Pei Jiangsheng: "Great, great."

Fan Xi: "Thank you for the compliment. Fortunately, I have you."

Qin Lu: "..."

Today the living room is destined to be a very lively and eerie quiet place.

At first, only infinite9 gathered in the living room, then K-NEP, and then more people came down the stairs, hand in hand, extremely stiff.

Lucy and Xu Zheran went down the stairs and joined their comrades in silence.

Qin Lu was stunned: "what's the matter with you?"

Xu Zheran smiled bleakly: "I'm at a bottleneck."

Lu Xi summed up embarrassingly: "An Ming said that after listening to the song written by Zhe Ran, pigs can climb a tree." He paused and added, "Angry."

Qin Lu: "..."

Xu Zheran sat down beside Pei Jiangsheng angrily.

The two kitchen volunteers, who didn't like each other's eyes and would always ridicule each other when they met, sat together in a surprisingly peaceful way. Pei Jiangsheng even made room for Xu Zheran and said calmly, "You're here. "