Stimulating To Be Raised By A Virtual Lover

When Yun Zhiye has something to do, he often pays attention to some star singers collectively, which is equivalent to giving them a support.

Among them is Zhu Qingan.

Weibo dinged, and Zhu Qingan sent another message.

Zhu Qingan V: [I will be participating in the singing audition soon. I want to sing this song, but I don't know how good I am. Can you give me some pointers? It doesn't matter if you don't have time. 】

Yun Zhiye: "..."

He was too old and his thoughts could not keep up with the trend, which caused him to be gradually buried in the music scene. This is also the reason why no one has ever looked for him as a master, even if his skills are really good.

But... he was a little surprised this time that this little star who had never met him would choose to let himself be a guide.

Yun Zhiye clicked on the music package sent by the other party.

-Play.

A very young and gentle voice of a teenager came from it leisurely, with ancient and mysterious lyrics, like a breeze blowing from a remote valley, floating in Yun Zhiye's ears.

One song is complete.

Yun Zhiye couldn't help but click the loop to play.

The boy's voice is not only nice, but the lyrics in it also make Yun Zhiye's heart restless.

The lyrics are very familiar.

Songs from the ancient earth have long been lost in human interstellar migration.

Nowadays, songs composed in ancient earth languages ​​are even rarer.

Most young people nowadays don't recognize this kind of song.

The only one I can recognize is probably Yun Zhiye, an old man in his twilight years.

Yun Zhiye closed his eyes and listened carefully to the boy's singing. The young man hummed softly like a feather, sweeping his heart, leaving a touch of icing sugar.

-The young and clean voice is enough to participate in the draft.

He didn't know how those young people would react when they listened to songs sung in this language. But the moment he spoke, the long silent heart throbbed suddenly.

He seems to have returned to the ancient earth that his parents said, the world of luxuriant branches and spring flowers.

Yun Zhiye was so excited that he forgot to reply to Zhu Qingan. He downloaded the music package and jumped to the communication software.

He has a group of very good old friends who are involved in various fields. He is as old as he is and has also heard the story of the ancient earth.

He uploaded the music package to the communication group.

[Yun Zhiye: I met a child on Weibo, and he sang a song in ancient earth language... I didn’t expect that there are still young people who are willing to sing this kind of song. 】

-Two minutes later.

The communication group exploded.

[Lao Yun, thank you for recommending this song, it’s so nice! 】

[A little bit of crying, reminds me of my mother who died on the ancient earth. 】

[Slightly touched, there are people singing this kind of song, support! 】

[What is the name of the young man singing this song? 】

Yun Zhiye suddenly remembered that he only paid attention to the song, forgetting that the singer was still waiting for him to give pointers—

He also doesn't know what is going on in the draft for the teenager.

He frowned and clicked on Zhu Qingan's Weibo.

Zhu Qingan is going to participate in a talent show called Starlight Singing.

The program officials voted for personal merit.

Zhu Qingan’s name, lying pitifully at the bottom of the leaderboard...

Yun Zhiye returned to the communicator with the voting Weibo link.

Yun Zhiye: [This kid is called Zhu Qing'an. He wants to use this song to participate in a singing contest, but because he is a newcomer, the popularity rating is not very good. Whoever likes it, you can go to support #票LINK#】

No one in this group doesn't like this song by Zhu Qingan. In addition, most of the group members are big figures in various fields and have a wide range of contacts.

They have a little publicity in their small circle—

One night time.

Zhu Qing'an's popularity value suddenly rose several rankings and counterattacked to the front row.

The "spots" who satirized Zhu Qing'an for their lack of air and fans before were also completely shocked and at a loss.

"How can it be…"

A young man with dyed red hair turned pale when facing Guangnao.

The red-haired young man is a new artist in Mengbao Entertainment. He is on the rise, but a talented Zhu Qingan appeared on the way, and the company's attention was turned to Zhu Qingan...

The resources that belonged to him would probably also fall to Zhu Qingan.

When he learned that Zhu Qingan was going to participate in the most famous singing contest in the empire, he was very upset.

But when he saw that Zhu Qingan's draft popularity ranks in the bottom, he was a little happy...and gloating.

He took this opportunity to use trumpets one by one to add fuel to the fire on Zhu Qingan's Weibo, all kinds of sarcasm about the other side's lack of air and uselessness—

Zhu Qing'an, who has never sung a song and is not as popular as others, will definitely be embarrassed because of this draft.

Before going to bed last night, he was very proud.

But when he woke up.

Everything has changed.

Zhu Qing'an's popularity soared and counterattacked to the front row.

This also means that Zhu Qing'an will be seen by more people and have more exposure. When participating in the draft, there will definitely be a lot of support...

At that time, Zhu Qing'an will take his place in the company...

The red-haired hands trembled and his thoughts were blank.

In the chaos, he dialed the communication of his friend.

"Brother. I can't stand it anymore, please help me with an idea, any money will do, don't let Zhu Qingan take my place..."

After Zhu Qingan sent an invitation to listen to the song to the little fans he selected immediately, the little fans did not respond.

He frowned, subconsciously thinking that the other party didn't want to listen. He sighed lightly, turned on the tape recorder, practiced a few more times before taking a bath and going to sleep.

Woke up the next day.

Zhu Qingan received a response unexpectedly.

Yun Zhiye: [Listen to the song, it sounds great! #image#】

The picture is a simple emoticon package only used by the elderly. A lotus flower is marked with a few golden "Long live friendship".

Zhu Qingan: "..."

But at least the other party praised himself.

He chuckled slightly, showing a pair of small tiger teeth.

Zhu Qingan V: [Thank you! I will go for it! 】

Yun Zhiye: [Grandpa cheers you up# Applause#]

Zhu Qingan: "..."

grandfather…

Zhu Qingan V: [Hmm~ Thank you. 】

The other party used "Grandpa" as self-proclaimed, and Zhu Qingan subconsciously regarded it as a kind of ridicule.

He didn't click on the other party's Weibo, and he didn't even think that the other party was a real grandfather or a big figure in the singing world.

Zhu Qingan turned off Weibo, stretched lazily, got out of bed and got dressed.

Today's weather is very good and the sun is shining. The little cubs came to the grass to roll and rest early, allowing the sun to warm their fur.

He walked into the kitchen and made breakfast for the cubs with the freshly delivered ingredients.

At the same time, he also made something for himself.

Milk honey bean cake, and a bowl of light millet porridge.

He loves to eat these sweet gadgets, he always feels that sweet things can bring people a very sweet mood and luck.

Zhu Qingan was eating breakfast and suddenly remembered his teacher...

I don’t know if the teacher has breakfast, he also asks the other party if he wants strawberry puffs...

I wish Qing'an quickly opened the communication.

[Strawberry Cake: Teacher, good morning duck! 】

[Anonymous: early. 】

[Strawberry Cake: Teacher, you taught me very well, I sang to others, and others praised me. Happy. 】

A regular rainbow fart every day.

[Anonymous: Yes. 】

[Strawberry Cake: Teacher, do you want to eat strawberry puffs? The kind of desserts that bite the puff pastry, the strawberry jam inside will flow all over your mouth. 】

[Anonymous: ...Thank you. I don't like sweet ones very much. 】

[Strawberry Cake: I can also make sour desserts. You can try the yogurt sugar-free cake. 】

[Anonymous: There are so many things you can do. 】

I wish Qingan's lips up.

The other party was silent for a while and sent a new message.

[Anonymous: In reality, what kind of friends do you have? 】

This is Qin Hengyi's most curious question, and it is also the purpose of his anonymous hookup with Zhu Qingan.

The confession of Zhu Qingan greatly reduced his sense of security.

This time Zhu Qingan had no intention of mentioning "sing to others", which made him more sensitive.

Zhu Qingan was stunned looking at this question.

He has no friends.

The only people who can be regarded as friends are those little fans who are keen to support him.

[Strawberry Cake: Well, I have a group of small fans, they love me very much, they are my friends. 】

[Anonymous: Little fan? What is "They love you so much"? ? 】

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Why don't paper men like to eat sweets =V=? Because An An is better than sweets. Just take off your clothes, throw them into the bathtub and wash them for nothing, then roll them up with a bath towel, push them down on the plate, and then prepare to poke An's chopsticks~~ After poke out the juice sweeter than sweets, you can open it. Eat it! ///3//