Stimulating To Be Raised By A Virtual Lover

He Yun raised his eyes inadvertently, wanting to take a look at the audience's reaction.

Enlarged the bold barrage and crashed into his eyes unexpectedly...

"boom-!"

He Yun's face suddenly paled, and his hands trembled suddenly. The microphone in the palm of his hand fell to the ground, making a dull noise.

The red barrage continues to question He Yun.

[I went to check the information and it was indeed correct. Zhu Qingan wrote this song for self-entertainment five years ago when he first performed in a group performance, and he was the one who sang it. But he never opened up authorization. Why does his original song appear to you? why? 】

He Yun trembled, recalling what the seller said when he bought the song.

—"This is an original song composed and sung by a very small and unknown artist, and it was made many years ago."

— "Don't worry about using it as a fake sing. The artist has very few fans and seems to have no agency backstage, so he won't be noticed..."

If you change to Zhu Qingan a few months ago.

At that time, Zhu Qing'an was still a group performer. He did not sign a contract with Mengbao, and did not participate in various variety shows...

He is indeed a very small and unknown artist.

There is a delay in the seller's information about the artist, and it is completely unexpected that Zhu Qingan will grow up quickly in a short period of time.

That's why he sold the song to He Yun by mistake.

【what? The singing of this song is actually to wish Qing'an? Is He Yun a fake singing? ? 】

[Yeah, reminded me... I just said how weird this song is, it turned out to be a fake singing. Let's just say, where is the device that plays the song? :)】

[I'm wondering why He Yun's mouth shape and singing can't match up, it turned out to be so. 】

The barrage that was supposed to support him enthusiastically, at this moment all changed. It turned into a sharp knife and pierced He Yun's face, making him feel ashamed.

He didn't expect that because he couldn't sing, and he wanted to make a lot of enthusiasm for singing, so the truth of fake singing would be exposed so quickly.

He was silent, dropped the microphone and the audience, and left the studio.

He Yun stood in the corridor, cold as if he had taken out his blood.

Do not…

As long as he doesn't admit it, it's fine. At most, his voice just happened to collide with Zhu Qingan's voice before the change of voice.

Nothing will happen.

They have no definite evidence...

He Yun hesitated aimlessly in the corridor. Until the light brain sounded.

It's time for Zhu Qing'an to sing.

He Yun held his breath for a while.

—He can guess what will happen next.

Because of the small program he placed in the playroom.

No one can enter the broadcast room, and Zhu Qingan and the staff can't detect it.

The number of viewers in the broadcast room will always be zero...The popularity of the draft came out, he must be counting down, and then ignored by Mengbao Entertainment.

Zhu Qingan’s self-confidence will also be hit...

At that time, he can add fuel to the fire.

He Yun kept thinking about it, feeling a lot in balance.

There is another person who will be as miserable as him.

It's time for Zhu Qing'an to play.

Zhu Qingan did not ask a makeup artist to dress up herself.

He is still wearing the clothes he came from, white clothes and black trousers. The thin and refreshing fabric outlines the thin body of the teenager. The soft black hair was combed docilely, and his cheeks were slightly flushed.

He sat on the sofa in the lounge, very upset and nervous.

He poked Guangnao with his finger and sent a message to the teacher.

[Strawberry Cake: The singing audition is about to begin! So nervous! 】

[Anonymous: Singing audition? what is that? 】

Zhu Qingan: "..."

[Strawberry Cake: It's a program that shares one's own singing voice with others. I told you before that I want to use the songs you teach to participate in the audition. Your song is so good that I can’t help but sing it to everyone. 】

[Anonymous: Come on. 】

[Strawberry Cake: After the variety show is over, I can pay you the tuition. 】

Although the other party said that he did not need to pay tuition, Zhu Qingan still wanted to pay. Otherwise embarrassed.

[Anonymous: Tuition? I am not short of money. I would like a special tuition fee. 】

Special tuition...?

[Strawberry Cake: What do you mean duck? o.o】

[Anonymous: You see what I am missing, you can give me something. I have hinted to you what I am missing:)]

Zhu Qingan:? ? what?

He blinked, dumbfounded. After a long time, he replied leisurely.

[Strawberry Cake: Hmm... Okay, teacher. 】

[Anonymous: kids, come on:)]

— Zhu Qingan can’t understand. What does the teacher lack.

He rubbed his head and frowned.

Forget it, wait until the variety show is over...

There are still ten minutes before the variety show begins.

He became more and more nervous, turning his sweaty hands on the Guangnao desk. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of "False Love"

He has been very busy these days, and he completely forgot to interact with the paper man.

Zhu Qingan: "..."

Without even thinking about it, he jabbed the game open.

[Welcome back to "False Love"! 】

[Your interaction value with your lover has reached 100 points! 02 Memory fragments unlocked! 】

Zhu Qingan:? ? ?

He remembers that the last time he played the game, the interaction value he saw was 40 points.

He has been away for so long, not only has the interaction value not decreased, but has increased.

Pie in the sky?

Zhu Qingan subconsciously wanted to poke the 02 memory fragments to see what happened to Qin Hengyi in the past.

02The symbol of memory fragments is a microphone, microphone...what does it have to do with men?

In addition, many of the doubts brought by the 01 memory fragments have not been solved.

But he glanced at the time and found that it was not enough.

He can only enter the space and chat with a man.

Zhu Qingan thought that if he hadn't seen a man for so long, he would be angry.

Unexpectedly, the other party still doesn't change his face.

"Mr. Qin, I'm a bit busy." Zhu Qing'an explained with her mouth open, "So I don't have time to see you, I'm so sorry..."

Because he was going to sing on stage, his heart was very nervous, his cheeks were habitually flushed, and his eyes were misty.

Speaking is also a bit uncomfortable.

Qin Hengyi looked at the boy and inexplicably remembered the conversation with him over the past few days.

The child calls himself a teacher...

He really wanted Zhu Qingan to call himself "Teacher" in a soft voice in reality.

Although calling myself "sir" is also very emotional.

Qin Hengyi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Good. Don't be nervous. Come on."

Zhu Qingan was taken aback.

The paper man...how can he tell that he is nervous because he is about to sing?

"Thank you sir." Zhu Qingan muttered with a red neck

…

After chatting with Qin Hengyi, after brushing a few interaction values. His singing time is up.

The holographic play room of all artists is a configuration, a big red curtain, a stage, a spotlight, a barrage play screen...

Zhu Qing'an was standing in the center, with golden lights reflecting on his white and delicate face. His long eyelashes and neat white clothes and black trousers made his youth more and more serious.

He glanced at the opposite screen.

There is no barrage on the screen now.

The audience is 0.

He didn't take it to heart, just as if everyone hadn't entered the broadcasting room yet.

But even if no one is watching, he will not leave any dissatisfaction or regret.

He has worked hard for himself, and he has not treated the show sloppyly.

In order to sing better, he turned off the screen.

The black-haired teenager raised the microphone, his thin lips opened lightly—

very good.

He Yun sat on the sofa outside the corridor, and Guangnao showed the situation in Zhu Qingan's studio.

Zhu Qingan has already begun to sing.

The small program he sent to install in the playroom also started to work.

No one can join the playroom, and no one can find the suspicious point.

The number of viewers is 0.

The barrage is also 0.

He Yun raised a high smile at the corner of his lips, looking at Zhu Qingan on the screen.

Singing to the end...no one will listen to his songs, and no one knows how nice he sings.

His draft ranking will be the last one, and then it will have a bad influence on Mengbao Entertainment...

Since then, the company has been left out in the cold.

Although He Yun was picked out of Pirate Songs, he believed that as long as he bit him to death, nothing would happen.

Besides... his opponent will be as miserable as him.

He is very balanced.

He Yun continued to stare at the broadcast room.

But in the next second—He Yun's expression was contorted in horror.

The number of broadcasters suddenly increased.

Within a few seconds, suddenly changed from zero to a terrifying thousand, still growing...

what happened? ? ?

That little program can't go wrong at all!

And... even a famous singer would not have such a terrifying increase.

He flipped through the broadcast room and took a look at who was added—

When he saw the identities of the audience joining the broadcast room, his expression became more panic.

He fell to his knees and couldn't help howling depressed.

Who are these...?

at the same time.

He Yundao Zhu Qingan's song was used in false singing, and he did not recognize the incident.

It was also found by Mengbao Entertainment. It is a strong proof that He Yun did steal the song and falsely sing.

This will be exposed to the entire network at the end of the draft—

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Hey~Special tuition fee!

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