Stimulating To Be Raised By A Virtual Lover

Zhu Qingan was wearing headphones, and the sound from the video was magnified countless times in his ears—

He is familiar with this sound.

The shouts of the audience, warm and passionate

What caught my eye was a stage that was countless times larger than the one in the studio.

The spotlight gathered in the center of the stage, and under the stage was a bustling crowd.

Zhu Qingan is a little puzzled.

Now, the Empire will not have this form of performance.

Generally, the audience is at home, watching the live broadcast of the holographic performance through the Internet. Will not go to the real meeting hall in person. The stage and the auditorium are just things that create atmosphere. The audience's screams and encouragement will no longer exist, and they will be replaced by barrages and rewards.

Unless it is when holographic live broadcasting was not implemented two or three hundred years ago.

The hall gradually became dark, and the audience became quiet.

Next. The people who appeared on the Nuo Da stage made Zhu Qingan's pupils shrink suddenly.

That is Qin Hengyi.

Very young and immature, even smaller than Zhu Qing'an now.

He is wearing a white suit and holding a brown wooden guitar with a smile on his handsome face.

The eyes are blue as wash.

The audience boiled over.

Deafening voices resounded through the hall.

When Zhu Qingan was expecting what song Qin Hengyi would sing, the video suddenly jumped to an angle.

The dark room is full of suppressed and gloomy atmosphere.

The brown wooden guitar previously held by the blond boy was thrown into the burning stove in the corner with both hands.

The microphone was also severely smashed to the ground, torn apart.

The young man stood in a dark and narrow corner, with his blond hair stained with soot, hanging softly in front of his forehead, with scars on his body.

A very strange female voice sounded: "You are not a human being, don't give me these things. Do your own job!"

The female voice was very sharp. Zhu Qingan was wearing headphones again. The moment the voice sounded, his eardrums hurt.

The blond boy in the video seemed to be irritated. He stood up abruptly and walked towards the person making the sound...

The video ends everywhere.

No one knows what happened next.

Zhu Qingan only got a few information points.

-Qin Hengyi's memory background occurred three to four hundred years ago.

—Qin Hengyi wanted to be a singer when he was young, but he failed forever.

-Qin Hengyi is not a human being.

Zhu Qingan: "..."

Somehow.

The figure of the young Qin Hengyi kneeling halfway in the corner constantly appeared in his mind.

He suddenly wanted to go through hundreds of years and hug the boy who was much younger than him.

The young boy's blue eyes are very nice and gentle, like a bark blue sky.

It's not as depressed and gloomy as he is dyed red with blood.

A text box pops up on the game interface.

[Congratulations, you have finished viewing the memory fragments of lovers 02! 】

[As an interactive encouragement, the system will change the game background for your lover! 】

Great.

Zhu Qingan's lips are stained with a smile.

He finally... didn't have to face that pink room.

This system should not change the background of the eyes that are more spicy than before.

He is waiting.

[Due to the newly replaced game background, new features have been added! The system needs temporary maintenance and upgrade! Players are asked to go online in 48 hours! 】

Zhu Qingan: "..."

It feels like being robbed of eating halfway through.

Helpless, he took off the headset and returned to reality.

He Yun was exposed to all the bad things he had done, standing still, his face pale and unable to say a word.

Because what he did triggered the imperial law, the police had arrived at the meeting and took him away.

Not only was his acting career ruined, he was ruined.

When He Yun was taken away, he looked back at Zhu Qingan.

Very painful, regretful...

The award ceremony returned to the topic.

The host began to present awards to the top rankings in the popularity value of this draft.

The rankings are awarded from low to high, and only the top ten are awarded.

The top seven are all well-known singers in the singing industry, and any coffee position can crush the newcomer Zhu Qingan.

When I reached the top nine... Zhu Qingan became nervous inexplicably.

If you can get first place in the famous Starlight Draft, you have to.

Countless crews, variety shows, and auditions will invite winners to participate in order to increase the reputation of the show.

The host’s voice was very loud and resounded throughout the audience.

"First place-Zhu Qingan."

-Cheers from the audience! The voice is full of voices.

Zhu Qing'an's head became blank with a bang, and he froze in place.

With a smile on his face, the host said incessantly: "No one has ever sang an ancient earth language song in the entertainment singing industry, but Mr. Zhu is the first case. His singing evokes our longing for the ancient earth.

Nowadays, many composers have released songs in ancient earth languages.

Mr. Zhu reminded us not to forget the ancient earth culture and also led us to pursue it—"

Zhu Qingan hadn't recovered yet, so he went to the podium in a daze.

The golden lights gathered on him, reflecting his white skin into a faint warm yellow, like a luminous star, attracting the eyes of everyone present.

He didn't react leisurely until he felt the cold touch of the Little Golden Man's trophy.

He won...

"In addition to the trophy, we also reward the first place with a bonus of 50,000 Starcoins. The bonus will be transferred to the winner's silver/line card after the award."

Zhu Qingan was stunned in the same place, his cheeks were hot and red, and it took a long time to say to everyone, "Thank you..."

The host did not let him leave, but kindly asked him to say a few words about his experience.

Zhu Qingan said a few words like squeezing toothpaste and left quietly.

There are many reporters outside the award hall, so there are security guards to maintain order. Zhu Qingan was able to leave smoothly.

He was sitting on the spaceship coming home, looking at his little golden cup, and he felt a dream.

Guangnao dinged.

Fifty thousand interstellar coins also hit his card...

Zhu Qingan remembered the anonymous teacher who had been helping him during this time.

Although the teacher said that he shouldn't use money as tuition, he still feels bad.

I wish Qing'an, transfer the 50,000 interstellar currency out of the account, and then prepare to send a big red envelope of 50,000 yuan to the teacher.

The other party has not replied to him yet.

The private message interface stays where Zhu Qing'an tells the other party something about his childhood.

Zhu Qing'an frowned.

what happened…?

He shook his head, not thinking so much. Send out the red envelope.

[Strawberry Cake: [Best auspiciousness and prosperity]]

Soon, the other party had a reply.

But did not receive red envelopes.

[Anonymous: I don’t want money. 】

[Anonymous: You said you have no childhood...? 】

[Anonymous: There will be someone who will compensate you for your childhood. Kids:)】

Zhu Qingan: "..."

He looked at the text sent by the other party, feeling weird.

who's that person?

[Strawberry Cake: Um...]

He was about to say something more, the optical brain communication sounded, and the voice of the temporary assistant rang out from it: "Mr. Zhu! You are on Weibo! Weibo is exploded!"

Zhu Qingan frowned, quit the newsletter, and opened Weibo.

The songs that the teenagers sang in the Starlight Draft astounded the entire network, and set off a wave of singing songs in ancient earth languages, and aroused the empire's longing for their hometown.

His fans increased, and his private mailbox was filled with show invitations from major entertainment companies.

The text "I wish Qing'an the best in the counter-attack draft" also appeared on Weibo's hot search.

This is Zhu Qing'an's first hot search.

Numerous praises came.

[An An is mine! I want An An to sing to me every day~sing~sing~! 】

[An'an's mouth, who wants to sing a fairy song in my own mouth! ~】

[Want to kiss An'an's fairy voice! [Groundhog screaming]]

Zhu Qingan: "..."

Others accidentally photographed when He Yun arrogantly and unreasonably quibbleed at the awards ceremony, but Zhu Qingan casually played with his brain in the audience, chuckling at the screen from time to time.

His mood was not affected by the He Yun incident at all.

Zhu Qingan's indifferent indifferent contrasts sharply with He Yun's impatience.

[This is the boss! Someone should not rack their brains to frame An An! An An doesn't care at all! 】

[Buddha family boss.jpg]

[Hehe He Yun is in jail/prison okay? ~~】

The little fans were too enthusiastic, and Zhu Qingan chuckled helplessly.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar entertainment company called. He paused and connected to the communication.

—Empire Snow Line Gaming Company.

Invite him to participate in a recent large-scale game competition, mainly playing the game "Jedi".

That e-sports company was on the verge of bankruptcy. Take out all the company's internal deposits, organize a game competition, and invite major e-sports players.

Although Zhu Qing'an is not an e-sports player, he is a popular figure recently. So I was invited.

If this game is held successfully, it can bring a lot of popularity to that company, and the company's stock market will not fall again.

If it fails, the company will go bankrupt.

Whether success or failure is in one fell swoop.

Zhu Qingan frowned.

Snow Line E-sports company begged him to participate with the last deposit, and also made it clear

—Whether he can win the game or not, he can bring some popularity to the company. He doesn't have to worry that he can't play games, he just needs to be a mascot.

and. For Zhu Qingan, playing games is not like singing. As an artist, he is very easy to learn.

Zhu Qingan likes to play most leisurely development games, not competitive games. He doesn't know anything about these games.

Besides, those who can become professional e-sports players are all great gods in the gaming world. Dealing with them is not something you can learn in one day.

Snow Line E-sports company was afraid that Zhu Qingan would not agree, and said: "If you are afraid of losing the game, you can find an opponent to help you. The "Jedi" game allows two teams to fight."

Zhu Qingan was taken aback: "Okay, let me see."

There was a laugh of joy and surprise from Guangnao: "Thank you."

Zhu Qingan hung up Guangnao, fell on the bed, wrapped himself into a roll with a quilt, and shrank into a ball.

It is not good for him to refuse the other party's request.

After all, he is one of the other’s life-saving straws, and the most important one.

Zhu Qingan shrank under the covers, showing only half of his head. He flipped through the list aimlessly, looking for his future teammates.

Not only does he have few friends, but he also has busy people who are busy becoming tops. There is no time to play this kind of energy-consuming game, and will not take time to play with Zhu Qing'an at all.

—The only person who can ask for help is his teacher.

He was not sure whether the other party knew how to play games.

But even if the opponent will fight.

It is also impossible to beat those e-sports gods who have been playing for more than a decade, and they will still lose very embarrassed.

But it's better than no team.

He poked through the newsletter and asked tentatively.

He had asked the teacher for a lot of help before, and the teacher did not want to be paid. He was really sorry.

In order to express his sincerity, Zhu Qingan sent a voice communication.

The boy's voice is very soft and soft, like a ball of freshly baked butter cake, covered with fragrant and warm butter. Very tempting.

Especially when calling someone "teacher" or "sir" respectfully and seriously...

"Teacher, can you play games?"

"Teacher, what do you want... I can give it to you."

Ding dong.

The other party replied.