LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 55 Soul Diva (please recommend tickets~)

Under the spotlight, Baku began to tell the story.

Just like Li Wei's impression, he is an extroverted person with a good tongue.

But this guy is a little too talkative.

Obviously it was a complaining activity, but Baku became more and more involved in talking, and the more he talked, the happier he was. He almost didn't turn this complaining meeting into a stand-up comedy show:
"Like everyone else, I don't have a father."

"My mother said I have a father. I asked her who my father was. She said there were too many people and I couldn't tell the difference."

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"Do you know how I got enough money to come to Piltover?"

"Because I'm handsome. Hehe. When I was working in a black alley store, the boss's wife's eyes turned red when she saw me, and she couldn't even pull up her trousers."

"No way, I can only put in a little physical strength and earn some hard money."

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"It will be even more troublesome after coming to Piltover."

"I obviously just want to come here to work, but there are always women who hinder the speed of my earning money."

"In the past two years, I don't know how many girlfriends have changed. Those Picheng foremen are jealous of me because of this, and trouble me all day long, shit!"

"You still say that male and female workers in the factory system cannot fall in love, I CNM! Isn't it because I am afraid that I will be too handsome and delay these gangsters from hooking up with Zaan female workers?"

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After Baku finished speaking, everyone was laughing.

He also said a lot of hard things.But these hardships were not too bitter for the people of Zaun, but after being processed by his stinky mouth, they became bitter melon-flavored candies.

"Is this really okay?" Lina, Victor, and those Zaun students all looked helplessly at Janna the blue bird.

How can anyone complain and complain, making everyone in the audience laugh?

Li Wei, this is not a human being!

"No." Li Wei said leisurely, "This way the effect will be good."

"Do you really think that Baku is also laughing in his heart when he recalls those things?"

"Huh?" Everyone was slightly taken aback.

Li Wei didn't explain, but just asked Seraphine: "Seraphine, how are you getting ready?"

"me."

Seraphine's voice choked, and she could barely utter a complete sentence.

Only then did everyone finally realize that not everyone was laughing.

Seraphine was crying.Tears soaked her blue pupils, formed crystal teardrops, and slowly slid from the corners of her eyes.

"Mr. Levi, I'm ready."

"Is the music on?"

"Well, I picked one, and I think it's suitable." Seraphine raised her fingers and gently wiped away her tears.

But tears kept pouring out, soaking the white silk gloves wrapped around her fingers into a translucent color.

She was clearly moved by Baku's story, as well as by her own work.

"It seems to be effective." Li Wei was slightly relieved.

"Then, next—"

"Miss Seraphine, please come on stage and sing a song for everyone."

"Huh?" Victor and the others were stunned:

What about the complaint meeting?
Why is it a concert again?
"Don't underestimate the power of literary and artistic works."

This is also the propaganda method that Li Wei finally remembered after he was devastated.

If you don’t understand the truth, or complain about your grievances, you can completely create an atmosphere through operas, dramas, music and other literary and artistic works, so that people can get emotionally involved.

"Only by getting the atmosphere right and mobilizing their emotions can they draw out their 'primitive suffering'. Only by drawing out the original suffering can we help them 'sarcasm the root' and help them realize the root of suffering."

"And suitable literary and artistic works are the best helpers for us to create atmosphere and adjust emotions."

Sometimes telling the truth a hundred times may not be as effective as acting "The White Haired Girl" once.

Li Wei didn't know any story scripts suitable for Runeterra.

But he has Seraphine, the natural diva of soul.

And countless Zaun stories, true stories.

When the two are combined, the bursting power may be beyond imagination.

"Everyone, please listen to me!"

Seraphine stepped onto her stage.

This stage is not gorgeous, there are no lights, no smoke, no fans, no applause, it is very different from the idol stage she once dreamed of.

But at this moment, Seraphine felt inexplicably that this was the stage she was destined to stand on.

"La~"

The music started.

It's a sad song.

Seraphine's natural singing voice perfectly interprets the emotion of this piece.

Even without the use of magic, music itself has the ability to infect emotions.

Otherwise, there would not be so many users of Wangyiyun at midnight.

In the sound of this music, no matter the Zaun students or apprentices, university professors or business owners in Piltover... they couldn't help empathizing with Seraphine and the owner of this story.

No, not just empathy.

Seraphine's singing is magical.

Not the same as before:
This time, she is not using magic power to brainwash the audience, forcibly distorting the will of the audience.

She is just using the magical melody to share the stories she saw and analyze the pictures she saw in Baku's mind.

"La la la la la la la ~"

The singing echoed in everyone's ears.

After they were intoxicated by the music, they saw this picture in a trance:

Zaun, dark alleys, narrow and dilapidated alleys.

The young Baku squatted in the corner.

The children are smiling at him:

"Baku~Baku~Baku without a father~"

"I have a father! I have!"

"Then what's your father's name?"

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"Haha, of course you don't know! Your mother sold it in a kiln, and she doesn't know how many fathers she has found for you. Hahahaha!"

The music is still playing.

Baku struggled and grew up in the music, in the haze of Zaun.

The picture was always dark until that day.

"Baku, please, take me away. I know you have saved a lot of money. You can take me out of here and escape to Piltover together."

In a shop in a dark alley, a young woman takes Baku's hand.

Baku had never touched a woman's hand.

His face was slightly flushed: "I, I. But, you are the boss's woman."

"I'm just a slave he bought!"

"Please. If this continues, he will definitely torture me to death." The woman was crying: "Take me away. Let's go to Picheng as apprentices and live together."

"Okay." Baku said these words in a strange way.

Then his whole world lights up.

The music gradually cheered up.

No matter how much he suffered in Piltover later, the melody is still warm, happy and full of hope.

Until that day:
"Sorry, Baku." The woman appeared in front of him with an embarrassed expression, holding the arm of the factory foreman and a local uncle in Picheng.

The Picheng foreman sneered at him: "There is a system in the factory, male and female workers cannot fall in love."

"Zuan, I advise you not to shame your face. Otherwise, I will ask the boss to fire you and tell you to go back to the other side of the canal!"

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The melody becomes urgent and angry, but gradually becomes dark and painful, mute, without any ups and downs.

Then the screen changed:
"Hey, if only I were a girl!"

In the workshop last night, Baku sighed to Li Wei.

"Huh?" Li Wei was shocked and puzzled.

But he said: "It's good to be a woman. Once you climb on the bed of those Picheng people, you will become a Picheng person after you get a certificate."

"Look at the few female workers in our factory. Now they are all team leaders and technicians. It's not easier than us."

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"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Are you looking down on me? Li Wei."

In the picture, Baku is smiling.

In reality, Baku cried.

Not only him, almost everyone present was crying.

They saw the real Baku, and also saw their own shadow in Baku.

This story is actually not special to the people of Zaun.

Everyone has experienced similar things more or less.

Finally, Seraphine stopped singing in tears.

The singing stopped.

But the painful anger was silently burning.

(End of this chapter)