Zhu Qing'an was wearing headphones, and the voice from the video was amplified countless times in his ears—
He was familiar with the sound.
The shouts of the audience, warm and passionate
What came into view was a stage that was countless times larger than the one in the studio.
The spotlights converge on the center of the stage, and the bustling crowd is below the stage.
Zhu Qing'an was a little puzzled.
Now, Empire won't have that show format.
Generally, the audience is at home and watches the live broadcast of the holographic performance through the Internet. Will not go to the real meeting hall in person. The stage and auditorium are just things to create the atmosphere. The audience's screams and encouragement will no longer exist, replaced by barrage and rewards.
Unless it was two or three hundred years ago when holographic live broadcast was not implemented.
The auditorium gradually became dark, and the audience fell silent.
next. The people who appeared on Nuo Da's stage made Zhu Qing'an's pupils shrink even more.
That was Qin Hengyi.
Very young and immature, even younger than the current Zhu Qing'an.
He was wearing a white suit, holding a brown wooden guitar, with a smile on his handsome face.
The eyes are as blue as the blue sky.
The audience erupted.
Deafening voices resounded through the hall.
When Zhu Qing'an was looking forward to what song Qin Hengyi would sing, the video suddenly changed an angle.
The dark room is full of oppressive and gloomy atmosphere.
The brown wooden guitar that the blond boy was holding earlier was thrown into the burning stove in the corner with both hands.
The microphone was also smashed to the ground, and it was torn apart.
The young man stood in a dark and narrow corner, his blond hair was stained with soot, hanging limply in front of his forehead, his body seemed to be scarred.
A very strange female voice sounded: "You are not human, don't fix these things for me. Do your job well!"
The female voice was very sharp, Zhu Qing'an was wearing earphones again, the moment the voice sounded, his eardrums hurt from being pierced.
The blond boy in the video seemed to be stimulated, stood up suddenly, and walked towards the person who made the sound...
Videos are everywhere.
No one knows what happened next.
Zhu Qing'an only got a few information points.
——The background of Qin Hengyi's memory happened three or four hundred years ago.
—Qin Hengyi wanted to be a singer when he was very young, but he failed forever.
—Qin Hengyi is not human.
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
Somehow.
The figure of the young Qin Hengyi kneeling in the corner kept reappearing in his mind.
He suddenly wanted to travel through hundreds of years and hug that boy who was much younger than him.
The boy's blue eyes were beautiful and gentle, like a barking blue sky.
It's not as oppressive and gloomy as it is now stained red with blood.
A text box pops up on the game interface.
[Congratulations on viewing Lover's Memory Fragment 02!]
[As an interactive encouragement, the system will change the game background for your lover!]
Very good.
Zhu Qing'an's lips were stained with a smile.
He finally... didn't have to face that flamboyant pink room.
This system should not change to a more eye-catching background than before.
He is waiting.
[New features have been added due to the newly replaced game background! The system needs temporary maintenance and upgrade! Please log in after 48 hours!]
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
It feels like eating half-eaten and getting snatched.
Helpless, he took off his earphones and returned to reality.
He Yun was exposed for all the bad things he had done, and stood there with a pale face, unable to utter a word.
Since what he had done had triggered imperial law, the police had come to the venue and took him away on the spot.
Not only was his acting career ruined, but his entire being was ruined.
When He Yun was taken away, he looked back at Zhu Qing'an.
Painful, regretful...
The award ceremony returns to the topic.
The host began to rank the best in popularity in this draft and present awards.
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 one of them can crush the newcomer Zhu Qing'an.
When reading the top nine... Zhu Qing'an inexplicably became nervous.
If he can get the first place in the famous Starlight Draft, then he has to.
Numerous crews, variety shows, and auditions will invite winners to participate in order to increase the reputation of the show.
The host's voice was loud and resounded through the audience.
"First place - Zhu Qing'an."
— The whole audience cheered! There was a lot of voices.
Zhu Qing'an's head went blank, and he froze in place in a daze.
The host had a smile on his face, and he talked endlessly: "No one in the entertainment and singing industry has ever sung songs in the language of the ancient earth, but Mr. Zhu is the first case. His singing evokes our yearning for the ancient earth.
Now, many composers have announced that they want to create songs in ancient earth languages.
Mr. Zhu reminded us not to forget the ancient earth culture, and also led us to pursue it—"
Zhu Qing'an hadn't recovered yet, and went up to the podium in a daze.
The golden lights converged on him, turning his fair skin into a light warm yellow, like a shining star, attracting the attention of everyone present.
It wasn't until he felt the cold touch of the statuette trophy that he reacted leisurely.
He has won...
"In addition to the trophy, we also reward the first prize of 50,000 interstellar coins. The prize money will be transferred to the winner's bank/bank card after the awards are over."
Zhu Qing'an froze in place, her cheeks were hot and flushed, and it took a long time before she faltered to everyone: "Thank you..."
The host did not let him leave, but asked him to say a few words about his experience in a good voice.
Zhu Qing'an said a few words like squeezing toothpaste, and left quietly.
There are many reporters outside the awards hall, so there are security guards to maintain order. Zhu Qing'an was able to leave smoothly.
Sitting on the spaceship returning home, he looked at his little golden cup, feeling like he was dreaming.
The light brain dinged.
50,000 interstellar coins were also transferred to his card...
Zhu Qing'an remembered the anonymous teacher who had been helping him during this time.
Although the teacher said he didn't want to use money for tuition, he still felt bad about it.
Zhu Qing'an swore, transferred the 50,000 interstellar coins out of the account, and prepared to send a big 50,000 yuan red envelope to the teacher.
The other party has not replied to him yet.
The private message interface just stopped at Zhu Qing'an telling the other party something about his childhood.
Zhu Qingan frowned.
what happened…
He shook his head, not thinking about it so much. Send out the red packets.
[Strawberry Cake: [Gong Xi Fa Cai]]
Soon, the other party replied.
But did not receive a red envelope.
[Anonymous: I don't want money.]
[Anonymous: You said you didn't have a childhood...?]
[Anonymous: There will be someone who will compensate you for your childhood. kid:)]
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
He looked at the text sent by the other party and felt weird.
who's that person
[Strawberry Cake: Hmm...]
Just as he was about to say something more, the optical brain communication sounded, and the voice of the temporary assistant rang out: "Mr. Zhu! Go to Weibo quickly! Weibo exploded!"
Zhu Qing'an frowned, quit the communication, and opened Weibo.
The song that the boy sang in the starlight talent show shocked the entire Internet, and set off a wave of singing songs in the language of the ancient earth, which aroused the people of the empire to miss their hometown.
His fans increased accordingly, and his private mailbox was filled with program invitations from major entertainment companies.
The text "Zhu Qing'an's strength counterattacks the first place in the draft" also appeared on Weibo's hot search.
This is the first time Zhu Qing'an has been on the trending searches.
Numerous praises came one after another.
[An'an is mine! I want Ann to sing~song~ for me every day!]
[I want to kiss the mouth of An An who sings the fairy song! ! ~]
[I want to kiss An An's fairy voice! ! [Groundhog screams]]
Zhu Qing'an: "..."
Some people accidentally photographed that at the awards ceremony, when He Yun arrogantly and unreasonably quibbled and refuted, Zhu Qing'an was carelessly playing with his brain in the auditorium, and chuckled lightly at the screen from time to time.
His mood was not affected by the He Yun incident at all.
Zhu Qing'an's indifferent indifference is in stark contrast to He Yun's impatience.
[This is the boss! Someone should stop racking their brains to frame An An! An An doesn't care at all! !]
[Buddhist boss.jpg]
[Hehe, is He Yun doing well in prison? ~~]
The little fans were too enthusiastic, Zhu Qing'an laughed helplessly.
Suddenly, a strange entertainment company called. He paused and connected the communication.
—Empire Snowline Esports Company.
Invite him to participate in the latest big game competition, mainly playing the game "Jedi".
That e-sports company was on the verge of bankruptcy. Take out all the deposits in the company, 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 are also 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 be completely bankrupt.
Success or failure, in one fell swoop.
After hearing this, Zhu Qing'an frowned.
Xuexian Esports Company used the final deposit to ask him to join, and at the same time made it clear that
—Whether he can win the game or not, he can bring certain 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 Qing'an, playing games is not like singing. As an artist, he is very easy to get started.
Zhu Qing'an likes to play most of the leisurely development games, rather than competitive games, and he knows nothing about such games.
Besides, to be a professional e-sports player is to be a master in the gaming world. Dealing with them is not something that can be learned overnight.
Xuexian E-sports company was afraid that Zhu Qing'an would not agree, and said: "If you are afraid of losing the game, you can find an opponent to help you. The game "Jedi" allows two people to team up to fight."
Zhu Qing'an was taken aback: "Okay, let me see"
A happy and surprised laugh came from the optical brain: "Thank you."
Zhu Qing'an hung up the light brain, fell on the bed, wrapped herself into a roll with the quilt, and shrunk into a ball.
It's not good for him to refuse the other party's request.
After all, he is one of the opponent's life-saving straws, and the most important one
Zhu Qing'an huddled under the blanket, only showing half of her head. He flipped through the list aimlessly, looking for his future teammates.
Not only did he have few friends, but they were all very busy people who were too busy. He has no time to play this kind of energy-consuming game, and will not take the time to play with Zhu Qing'an at all.
—The only person he can turn to for help is his teacher.
He wasn't sure if the other party knew how to play games.
But even if the opponent will fight.
He can't even beat those e-sports masters who have been playing for more than ten years, and he will still lose embarrassingly.
But it's better than no team.
He poked open the communication and asked tentatively.
He had asked the teacher for help a lot before, and the teacher didn't want to pay. He was really sorry.
In order to express her sincerity, Zhu Qing'an sent a voice communication.
The boy's voice was very gentle and soft, like a ball of butter cake just out of the oven, covered with fragrant and warm cream. Very tempting.
Especially when calling others "teacher" and "sir" respectfully and earnestly...
"Teacher, can you play games?"
"Teacher, whatever you want... I can give it to you."
Ding dong.
The other party replied.