I Have a “System” Halo

Mo Fan looked at the phone that had hung up in his hand and would stay there before returning to the computer.

Shi Xun: Do you want to play a game?

Mo Fan: OK.

The parents of the original owner were honest villagers, and they did n’t understand the twists and turns of the city. At the beginning, they also wanted to try to meet the needs of their son. However, the original owner ’s monthly expenses are too big, and there is still a child and a daughter in the family to support. Mo Fu Mo has no choice but to let Mo Fan go to work to earn pocket money, and only give him enough money.

The original owner has been thinking about the family because of this matter, and the dialogue with his parents is getting shorter and shorter.

Mo Fan can feel the mother's love of care and helplessness.

The system, "Fan Fan, the parents of the original owner are not in the scope of the plot, you can leave them alone."

【Ok. 】 He has no extra kindness to help the original aftermath.

Shi Xun: Answering Voice

After a while, Mo Fan's mobile phone has been shaking for a long time. Mo Fan found the headset and put it on before answering.

"Mo Fan." A low-pitched male voice came from the headphones.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Speaking of which, this is the first formal chat between the two.

"I see it thin." Shi Xun's voice apologized, "It's a trouble for you."

Mo Fan, "No, I blame me for being too vague. I'm fine now, so don't think about the tower."

"Yes." Shi Xun's voice couldn't hear the emotions, but Mo Fan had a feeling, the other party seemed unhappy?

Because of Shi Xun's AD, Mo Fan subconsciously chose an assistant. In front of the computer, when he saw the hero chosen by Mo Fan, Shi Xun slightly bent his mouth. He knows that Mo Fan usually plays the middle single position, but as long as he is there, the opponent will choose the auxiliary position. So, does this mean that he is different in the opponent's heart?

For the first time, Mo Fan played a game with other people's voice, and was a bit uncomfortable, so she forgot about the voice of the two while they were still connected. Shi Xuan listened to the keyboard and mouse clicks from the headset, and an empty place seemed to be filled.

"Follow me." The male voice that suddenly sounded in the earphones was low-dumb and soft, and Mo Fan was startled, glanced at the phone, and remembered that they were still talking.

At the end of the game, it was more than ten o'clock.

Shi Xun, "Are you going to sleep?"

"Ok."

"Good night then."

The good night was low and dumb, and Mo Fan's ears were slightly numb. He said "Good night" and raised his hand to cut the voice.

Shi Xuan heard the other person's slightly hurried voice, and the sound of the voice disconnection that followed immediately, could not help but smiled lowly.

System, "Fan Fan, the man is stabbing you!"

Mo Fan: ...

Shi Xun's sound is well-known. It is cold when talking, and contagious when singing. He can easily control every kind of voice. But such a deliberately low voice, with some softness, has never been seen before. At the first hearing, Mo Fan felt extraordinarily stingy.

Near the end of the period, students from the college rushed to the library. Even Wu Yixuan also reduced the live broadcast time and often disappeared.

In the last world, Mo Fan found that his memory is amazing, and he can basically memorize everything he has seen. The college exams all have emphasis. Mo Fan only needs to read it before the exam, so he is the most leisurely of all the students.

The next day, when Mo Fan went to YY, I received a group message from the guild. The main idea is that the guild's anniversary is coming soon. Please ask the guild singers to prepare their own song lists to avoid repetition.

Every year, the anniversary of the K song channel is the same, inviting all the guild singers to bless and sing. This is also a kind of welfare, and Mi Fen can meet singers that are not seen on weekdays at the concert.

Mo Fan closed the window with a glance. He only needed to sing for such activities, and he didn't need to care about extra things.

Jumping into the music hall of K song, someone on Mai was singing. It was Tong Jiaze who had just passed the assessment last night.

At noon, there were few people climbing wheat, and there was only Tong Jiaze on Mai Xu. Mo Fan glanced at the public screen. Obviously, Tong Jiaze had been staying for more than a while. Many meters had become familiar with him, and his title had also changed from Ze Shi to Ozawa.

Mo Fan ordered the wheat, and the wheat control mode was cancelled.

In general, if there is only one singer in the hall, Mai Xu will be in the state of controlling wheat to prevent the singer from automatically dropping wheat when the time comes.

"Ah, someone finally came to take over." Tong Jiaze said with emotion.

Tong Jiaze's voice is clear and bright. It is a typical juvenile voice. At this moment, he seems to mutter a little, and it sounds cute.

"The Sanskrit is great."

After passing the assessment, the singers of the YY Guild can lead a red vest of a sub-channel, and have the right to speak freely. But when others sing, everyone will consciously close the wheat.

"Hello," Mo Fan Kaimai said, "Just call me Sanskrit."

-Fanfan is here

-Fanfan, good noon

-Fanfan has eaten?

"Hello everyone, I have already eaten. Thank you for your concern. Now it is Ze Xu's Mai Xu, I will not speak anymore."

Tong Jiaze bit his lip gently, why this person can easily attract the attention of others when he comes. Just after the assessment yesterday, he came here to climb the wheat, and today he sang all morning, obviously he worked very hard ...

Tong Jiaze considers himself a student of a professional music school, and the Sanskrit singing is as good as an amateur. However, when Mo Fan spoke, he found himself wrong. Although Mo Fan hasn't studied orthodoxly, he has done well in vocalization and ventilation, and he has a good grasp of songs. Each song will have its own understanding and interpretation.

Tong Jiaze didn't want to admit that he was not as good as an amateur.

Soon after Mo Fan finished singing, he resumed climbing the wheat, and Tong Jiaze opened the song list, but found that Mai Xu had one more person in his eyes.

Inch light.

——Well, the inch is big

——Is Chuangguang following Fanfan?

——Would you like to be so slimy and refuse to eat dog food?

Sanskrit: Please respect singer Mai Shang, don't brush other singers ~

——Okay

——Where do you want to maintain such a big deal?

Tong Jiaze's eyes flashed with humiliation.

I must sing better than the Sanskrit!

Thinking about this, Tong Jiaze moved his eyes to a certain song.

--Wow

——Imported Zeshi

This is an English song. Tong Jiaze thinks that he has learned English well. This song has also been practiced several times and can be taken out.

The song gradually came to an end. Tong Jiaze looked at the full screen of "666" and "good" and smiled proudly. This English song is different from other English songs in that it is relatively difficult to learn. He has been studying Lian Yin for several days.

"Thank you for loving this song, I will learn some new songs for everyone in the future. Also, I am very glad that I can come and listen to me ~"

As soon as Tong Jiaze said this, the speed of the public screen slowed down. Everyone heard that Tong Jiaze was getting closer to Cangguang. Mingming was born because of Mo Fan, but Tong Jiaze was said to have come to listen to him singing.

After speaking, Tong Jiaze sang a song a little, sang a little half, and said in the last 10 seconds, "The Sanskrit picks up wheat."

Each singer Mai Xu's time is 5 minutes, but often there is still about one minute left after finishing a song. Some people like to say a few words and some people like to sing another half. As a result, the singer below often followed the song sung by the singer above.

Sometimes, even if the next singer doesn't want to sing this song, as long as Mai Shang said it, he would sing two words.

When Tong Jiaze's wheat sequence time was reached, the Brahma did not pick up a song.

The author has something to say: I want to make each world longer! Twelve chapters have passed, and the plot has only been two-thirds. I think my goal can be achieved! Cheer for yourself! !! !!