Genie: There is something wrong with my simulator

The first time, the first time, the first time.

Eight o'clock in the morning, Youye City Center Hall.

Unlike the first time when he was unknown, Shi Qiu, who participated again, can be regarded as quite eye-catching.

Oh no, if you count the popularity in recent times, even among these famous coordinators with a large number of stars, this 15-year-old boy is the most famous and has the largest number of fans.

From the debut of the Snow Child at the beginning, to the release of the super micro-album "Genesis", from becoming the youngest junior breeder, to achieving the title of the first genius in the college summer camp, and then being favored by the Ice God Articuno.

Even if you go to the United States, the video of the boy holding a missile in his hand, floating in the air, and looking indifferent and divine, which was leaked from the police station, is still going viral.

The number of fans and popularity of the Genesis group continues to rise, and the sales of the first micro-album have also reached a new high.

When people like Chen Liu and Ye Lin saw this shining boy again, their emotions were somewhat indescribable.

They were obviously competing on the same stage, so why did they feel that Shi Qiu had reached the level of coordinator of Luo Shanyu?

"Contestant No. 4, Chen Liu! It's your turn."

"Okay, thank you." Chen Liu came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and walked towards the preparation area with the hunting swallowtail butterfly.

Shi Qiu noticed this young man who was nodding to him, and when he passed by him, he paused slightly and said casually: "Come on."

Chen Liu smiled and nodded.

"Hunting swallowtail butterfly, sunny day!"

Under the clear light, the hunting swallowtail butterfly passed through the [Morning Light], and its shiny scales attracted attention.

Then, a breeze started to blow, and the swallowtail butterfly danced in the silver wind.

Although it was very beautiful, but...

"Is this the same as the last performance..." Several coordinators whispered in the backstage.

Chen Liu would certainly not make such an obvious mistake.

"Hunting swallowtail butterfly, the wind blows."

The simple wind, combined with the silver whirlwind, was as fierce as a storm.

In the chaotic airflow, the life butterfly dance of the swallowtail butterfly can always be seen.

The three judges were Constance, the organizer of the gorgeous competition, Qiao Ruo, the elf doctor of Youye City, and Zhang Qiaohe, the top coordinator. The three gave 9.7, 9.8, and 9.7, a total of 29.2 points.

"It was an excellent performance." Shi Qiu and Bubble Squirrel whispered, "It's a pity that there was a problem with the skill coordination. If it weren't for the successful feathering of the hunting swallowtail butterfly, there would be a high probability of a stage accident."

When the first feathering failed after the dance ended, the panic on Chen Liu's face could be clearly seen.

Fortunately, there was no danger.

Among the following performances, the magic show by Ye Lin was the most eye-catching one for Shi Qiu.

Both the man and the elf wore medieval high-brimmed hats and monocles, and played with their superpowers to the fullest, showing the wonderful and ever-changing charm of the psychic system.

In the end, they received scores of 9, 9.8, and 9.9, a total of 28.7.

Zhang Qiaohe, the top coordinator, who won the final championship of the fourth domestic gorgeous festival, seemed not very interested in Ye Lin's gorgeous performances, and even gave a low score of 9.

"No. 16, Shi Qiu, get ready!"

Shi Qiu and Bubble Squirrel walked to the preparation area, no longer hesitant and nervous like the first time.

He walked slowly to the front of the stage and threw the Poké Ball.

"Bubble Squirrel, music venue."

Ding~

On the empty and dim stage, an extremely lively bell sound suddenly rang out.

"Sing."

The very light fairy sound slowly flowed, faint but very catchy.

This is a feeling that is difficult to describe. The faint melody is more attractive because of its lightness. Accompanied by bursts of crisp bells, this is a jumping and light melody.

"Magic shines, high-speed stars."

The sacred and gentle light spread, and the golden stars in the sky slowly flowed and dotted in the sky and the center of the stage.

The whole stage was like a temple in an instant. Although the fairy sound continued for a long time and became clearer, the whole picture showed a quiet and beautiful, sacred and peaceful atmosphere.

"Foam squirrel, pilgrimage sound."

The audience saw that the small elf like an angel closed his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and curled his two little hands in front of his face, extremely pious.

Another very light but clear bell sound.

A silver necklace hung on the boy's fair and handsome face, a flawless ring appeared on his head, his feet were off the ground, and his whole body was suspended in the air.

. Behind him, six grand white wings spread out, filled with the holy beauty of the lofty.

The pure white and flawless clothes seemed like divine attire at this moment.

Singing~

"(Praise you, the lofty God.)"

...

"(Whether it is severe winter or hot summer. I always crave your mercy and covet your sight.)"

...

"(At the end of my life, I beg you to redeem my soul and affirm the meaning of my existence.)"

"(This is your believer, and I will always be the only one to ask.)"

...

The believers sang devoutly, putting their bodies and minds completely on the selfless offering of the heavenly plate.

This is a prayer.

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"Something is wrong." A very familiar feeling.

Zhang Qiaohe frowned, and he suddenly felt a chill in his heart while he was quietly appreciating.

Why does it feel that this kind of sacredness, after reaching an extreme, is inexplicably absurd and strange?

"Of course it's not right." Considine sighed twice: "If you have seen the performance of this child in Ice and Snow, you will understand that they themselves are synonymous with beauty and danger."

The theme of each performance of this young man may be different, but there is one thing that runs through it all.

Beauty will hide danger behind it, and holiness will whitewash malice.

The singing of the pilgrimage sound is still going on.

The golden stars in the sky shattered with the chanting of prayers, turning into sparkling fragments of light. Under the fluctuation of the sound, they condensed into countless concrete notes and lines, jumping and fluctuating.

It was as if the whole piece of music was concreted, as beautiful as a dream.

Offstage, when the audience curiously pointed to the notes with their fingers, they suddenly felt that the physical fatigue was completely dissipated, and even the mental fatigue disappeared without a trace.

The sound gradually faded away.

The foam squirrel stepped on the notes and lines in two or three steps, approaching the god in the air like a pilgrim.

The god looked at his believers, his cold and rational eyes were tinged with warmth, he lowered his head slightly, and touched his forehead with the believers.

Then the god turned back into his boyhood.

This was a grand pilgrimage.

The boy returned to being lively and agile, no longer as cold and rational as a god; the bubble squirrel also returned to being cute and well-behaved, no longer as fanatical and pious as a believer.

After he and the bubble squirrel bowed together, everyone came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

This is a coordinator and his elves, not a god and his believers.

"I have to say, I was wrong." Constance cleared his throat, his voice full of admiration,

"In the first performance, I thought you would become another Luo Shanyu, a top coordinator."

"But now, I have to say... you are you."

"Child, I can't really imagine the achievements and heights you can reach in the future."

The three judges gave a perfect score of 10 points.