Mo Fan stared at the phone that had been hung up in his hand for a while before returning to the computer.
Shi Xun: Do you want to play a game
Mo Fan: Good.
The original owner's parents are honest villagers who don't understand the twists and turns of the city, and at first they also wanted to meet their son's needs as much as possible. But the monthly expenses of the original owner were really too high, and the family still had a son and a daughter to support. Mo's parents had no choice but to ask Mo Fan to work part-time to earn pocket money, and only gave him enough money for food.
Because of this incident, the original owner has always held grudges against the family, and the conversations with his parents have become shorter and shorter.
Mo Fan could feel Mo's mother's love that wanted to care but was helpless.
The system said, "Fanfan, the original owner's parents are not in the scope of the plot, so you don't have to worry about them."
[Um.]He didn't have extra kindness to help Yuan Shen deal with the aftermath.
Shixun: answer the voice, something is up
After a while, Mo Fan's phone vibrated for a long time, Mo Fan found the earphones to put on, and then clicked to answer.
"Mo Fan." A deep and pleasant male voice came from the earphones.
"Well, what's the matter?"
Speaking of which, this is the first official chat between the two.
"I see meagerness." Shi Xun's voice was apologetic, "I've got you involved."
Mo Fan, "No, it's my fault for being too vague. I'm fine now, so don't think about the tower."
"Hmm." Shi Xun's voice couldn't hear any emotion, but Mo Fan had a feeling that the other party seemed to be unhappy
Because Shi Xun played AD, Mo Fan subconsciously chose a support. In front of the computer, seeing the hero Mo Fan chose, Shi Xun slightly frowned. He knew that Mo Fan usually played the mid laner position, but as long as he was there, the opponent would choose the support position. So, does this mean that he is different in the opponent's heart
It was Mo Fan's first time playing a game with someone else's voice, and he was a little uncomfortable. He forgot that the voice between the two was still connected. Shi Xun listened to the sound of typing on the keyboard and the sound of clicking the mouse from the earphones, and it seemed that an empty place was also filled.
"Follow me." The male voice suddenly sounded in the earphones, which was low and soft. Mo Fan was taken aback. He glanced at the phone, only to remember that the two of them still had their voices turned on.
A game is over, it's past ten o'clock.
Shi Xun, "Are you going to sleep?"
"Um."
"Good night then."
The sound of good night was low and provocative, and Mo Fan's ears were slightly numb. He replied "Good night" and raised his hand to cut the voice.
When Shi Xun heard the other party's slightly hurried voice, followed by the voice disconnected, he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing.
The system said, "Fanfan, the hero is flirting with you!"
Mo Fan: ...
Shi Xun's voice is well known, he can easily control every kind of voice, whether it is cold when speaking or contagious when singing. But such a deliberately low voice, with a softness, has never been done before. At the first hearing, Mo Fan found it particularly seductive.
As the end of the semester approached, students from the college ran to the library one after another, and even Wu Yixuan reduced the live broadcast time and often disappeared.
In the last world, Mo Fan found that his memory was amazing, and he could basically memorize everything he had read once. University exams have important points, and Mo Fan only needs to read them before the exam, so he is the most leisurely among all the students.
The next day, when Mo Fan was on YY, he received a mass message from the guild, to the effect that the guild's anniversary was approaching, and all singers in the guild should prepare their song lists to avoid repetition.
Every year, the anniversary celebrations of the K-song channel are the same, and all guild singers are invited to go to the microphone to bless and sing. This is also a kind of benefit, Mi Fen can meet singers who are not usually seen at the concert.
Mo Fan closed the window after looking at it. For such an event, he only needs to be responsible for singing, and he doesn’t need to worry about extra things.
Jumping into the Yuerandongting K song hall, there is someone singing on the microphone, it is Tong Jiaze who just passed the examination last night.
At noon, there were few people climbing wheat, and Tong Jiaze was the only one on the wheat sequence. Mo Fan glanced at Gongping, it was obvious that Tong Jiaze had been in a daze for more than a while, Mi Fen was already familiar with him, and his address had changed from Ze Shi to Ozawa.
Mo Fan clicked on the mic, and the mic control mode was canceled.
In general, if there is only one singer in the hall, the mic sequence will be in the mic control state to prevent the singer from automatically turning off the mic when the time comes.
"Ah, someone finally took over." Tong Jiaze said with emotion.
Tong Jiaze's voice was clear and bright, typical of a teenager. He seemed to be pouting slightly when he was speaking, which sounded a bit cute.
"Vatican Gita is very good."
After the singers of the YY guild pass the assessment, they can receive a sub-channel red vest and have the right to speak freely. But when others sing, everyone will consciously turn off the microphone.
"Hello," Mo Fan said on the mic, "Just call me Fange."
— Fanfan is here
— Good afternoon, Fanfan
—Has Fanfan eaten
"Hi everyone, I've already had dinner, thank you for your concern, now it's Ze Shi's Mai Xu, so I won't talk for now."
Tong Jiaze bit his lip lightly, why could this person easily attract other people's attention as soon as he came. Just after the assessment yesterday, he came here to climb the mic, and today he sang all morning, obviously he is also working hard...
Tong Jiaze thinks that he is a student of a professional music school, and no matter how good the Buddhist songs are, he is just an amateur. However, when Mo Fan opened his mouth, he realized that he was wrong. Although Mo Fan did not go through an orthodox study, he did a good job of vocalizing and breathing, and he has a high degree of grasp of the songs. Every song has his own understanding and interpretation.
Tong Jiaze didn't want to admit that he was not as good as an amateur.
Soon, after Mo Fan sang a song, he started to climb the mic again. Tong Jiaze clicked on the playlist, but out of the corner of his eyes, he found that there was another person in Mai Xu.
Inch light.
— Awow, Inch Light is Big
— Did Cun Guangda follow Fanfan
—Do you want to be so sticky and refuse to eat dog food
Fange: Everyone, please respect Maishang singers and don’t use other singers~
— good good
——Fanfan, do you want to protect your life like this
Humiliation flashed in Tong Jiaze's eyes.
I must sing better than the Gita!
Thinking of this, Tong Jiaze moved his eyes to a certain song.
-Wow
—Import Zeshi
This is an English song. Tong Jiaze thinks he is good at learning English, and he has practiced this song several times, so he can play it.
As the song came to an end, Tong Jiaze smiled smugly at the "666" and "Good to hear" on the public screen. The vocal position of this English song is different from other English songs, and it is relatively difficult to learn. It took him several days to learn the legato.
"Thank you for liking this song. I will learn some new songs for you to listen to in the future. Also, I am very glad that Cunguang can come to listen to my singing~"
As soon as Tong Jiaze's words came out, the public screen slowed down. Everyone could hear that Tong Jiaze was trying to get closer to Cun Guang. Obviously Cunguang came because of Mo Fan, but Tong Jiaze claimed that he came to listen to his singing.
After finishing speaking, Tong Jiaze opened a song a little bit, sang a short part, and in the last 10 seconds, said, "Got the song."
Each singer takes 5 minutes for the mic preface, but there is usually about a minute left after singing a song. Some people like to say a few words before the mic, and some like to sing another half song. As a result, it often happens that the singer below picks up the song sung by the singer above.
Sometimes even if the next singer doesn't want to sing this song, as long as the mic says it, he will sing a few lines.
Tong Jiaze automatically lowered the mic when the time came, but Fan Ge didn't pick up a song.
The author has something to say: I want to write each world as long as possible! It's chapter twelve, and the plot is only two-thirds through. I think my goal can be achieved! Cheer yourself up! ! !