Su Zening looked suspiciously next to his empty intimacy value.
The blue progress bar indicating the degree of change in the plot unconsciously increased a little bit, and a new skill was unlocked.
The new skills are—
Su Zening opened his eyes wide!
The new skills turned out to be able to change people.
Su Zening looked at the empty intimacy value next to him with a complicated expression, he understood where the disappearing intimacy value went.
Did he become human last night
Fortunately, it was not discovered by Fu Xiao.
At the same time, he was relieved.
If he found out, he would treat himself as a monster.
A trace of loss flashed in Su Zening's almond eyes, and the kitten fiddled with the toys on the soles of her feet with her claws lonely.
After getting used to Fu Xiao's gentleness, Su Zening could no longer imagine Fu Xiao staring at him with indifference and disgust.
The kitten, who was lying on the floor and sighing, shook his head and raised his chest again.
If he can become a human, he can do more things in the future!
He must change the fate of the big smelly socks.
If it was related to his own survival before, but now Su Zening really wants to change Fu Xiao's fate.
He really wanted Fu Xiao to be happy.
When the intimacy progress bar was almost full, an old acquaintance came.
"Little Candy Cake." Fu Mingming looked at the milky-white dumpling lying on the floor, his eyes lit up, he rushed forward, burying his head in the kitten's fluffy fur with a dash.
Su Zening deftly turned over to dodge, jumped onto the table, and looked down at the girl proudly.
He's no random cat.
If you want to touch it, touch it, like what!
Fu Mingming came in on the live broadcast, and the disgust revealed by every strand of kitten's hair just now was clearly captured by the screen.
So the screen is filled with barrage of disasters.
[233333~ Well done, kitty!]
[What a beautiful kitty!]
[Yuanyang eyes, want to suck]
[Keke, ace pigeon is not worthy of having a kitten]
[Thank you kitty for taking revenge for us, small gifts are not respectful, send flowers X10]
[The Cat Stealing Squad Assembles]
Fu Mingming looked at the barrage on the live broadcast, touched his nose and said angrily: "Little Candy Cake usually likes me very much."
After she finished speaking, she squatted down and reached out her hand in disbelief, and said to herself, "Come here, little sugar cake."
That's what my cousins call Little Candy Cake, and Little Candy Cake would go to my cousin's side every time.
The white cat leaped towards her.
Fu Mingming showed surprise, she knew that Little Sugar Cake still liked her, she stretched out her hand to greet—
The dexterous kitten skipped her hand, fell to the sofa on the side, and lay flat on the sofa gracefully.
The barrage was surrounded by ruthless [Hahahaha].
Fu Mingming used his nirvana, and took out bags of prepackaged dried fish from his pocket.
Little Sugar Cake's beautiful eyes lit up and turned to look at her.
He hasn't had a snack for a long time!
Fu Mingming smiled proudly, come here.
The little candy cake is close, and the big cat's face is close to the camera.
The appearance of the small sugar cake can stand the test. The whole body is white, the hair is fluffy, the big almond eyes are under the lens, and the blue part is as transparent as half of the sea water, mixed with a little gold, mysterious and magnificent.
Those eyes are more beautiful than gems.
At this moment, the kitten looked at the packaging bag in Fu Mingming's hand, and couldn't help but stretch out its paws to reach Fu Mingming's hand.
In an instant, the screen is full of [Awei is dead]
[Hold me, I can still breathe]
[What is the use of the main anchor. It's okay to have a small sugar cake]
[Holding the small sugar cake is a sprint]
[Aunt laughs, give it all to it]
Popsicles that represent gifts are constantly appearing on the screen.
Fu Mingming adjusted his phone a little and re-aligned himself.
[Who are you, why do you appear on my screen, indifferent jpg]
[The anchor is annoying and walk away, don't block us from watching the cat]
[If you have a cat, you can, the anchor will say goodbye, smile, jpg]
[Little dried fish is left, the anchor can disappear, vicissitudes of life smoking, jpg]
Fu Mingming: …
Fu Mingming took apart the small dried fish and fed it to the small sugar cake.
Small sugar cake did not hesitate to choose to succumb to the temptation of dried fish.
It's all Fu Xiao's fault, not letting him eat snacks and starving cats every day is too much.
The little sugar cake's eyes were shining, and the little pink tongue was sticking out to lick the serious little dried fish.
[For you, for you, for you!]
[Awei walked very peacefully]
[Buy dried fish for the small sugar cake. Give Moonlight X20]
Fu Mingming showed a complicated smile as he looked at the gifts that appeared one after another on the screen.
She feels that her career as an anchor has been crushed by the small sugar cake—
As soon as she lay down on the sofa, Fu Mingming remembered her serious business. She came here to borrow the recording studio of Uncle Biao.
Although my cousin's villa looks very ordinary, the piano room and recording studio in it are all built for Feng Jiaming.
It's a long story for her to use a recording studio. As a popular anchor on the Miguo platform, the platform helped a group of anchors sign economic contracts with the brokerage company under the Star Group. She was also among them. She thought that Xingchen was originally her own group, so she did not object.
As soon as she signed the contract, the agency was very efficient in helping her fight for an opportunity that was very suitable for her, which was related to game competition!
Fu Mingming is very happy, isn't game competition her profession
She went to the brokerage company with great enthusiasm, and found that it was indeed related to game competition—
Give the first song of a game competitive web drama record.
She euphemistically indicated that she might not be able to sing.
But the capable manager waved his hand and said that no one knows how to sing. For example, someone who doesn't even recognize the stave and still produces an album.
He vowed to say that as long as he is not dumb, he can be saved in the later stage.
Fu Mingming, who had taken a few vocal lessons, wanted to try not to be too ugly on the day of recording, so he wanted to try it out in the recording studio of his cousin's house.
In the recording studio, the white kitten walked around curiously on various equipment, and from time to time, it approached and fiddled with its paws.
In his previous life, Su Zening's parents were both musicians. Although he was always sick, his parents never relaxed his education. He received professional music education since he was very young.
Mom's students always say that they are the most talented singers she has ever seen.
But Su Zening knew that this must be the little sister comforting him. Mom and Dad always say that there are many powerful people outside, and he still has a lot to cheer for.
In order to make him happy, Miss Sister secretly recorded the songs he sang and posted them on social platforms.
But later he fell ill. He remembered that when he was very ill, the young lady came to visit him and told him that many people outside liked his voice.
Although he knew that this young lady was lying to him, he was still very happy.
It's nice that someone can like their own singing.
What he was going to sing was a classic old song, so Fu Mingming didn't hesitate to fix his phone, pointed it at Xiao Tang Cake, and said cheekily, "Mister audience, Xiao Tang Cake will broadcast the live broadcast for me next." This At the beginning of the month, Fu Mingming pigeons too many times, and now it's the last day—
Audience gentlemen who have long been accustomed to pigeons:
[Who is the anchor, I just came to see the small sugar cake~]
[Heavenly reason, innocent kitten should be mentioned to do this kind of thing for the unscrupulous owner]
[Hugging the small sugar cake, buy small dried fish for the small sugar cake to eat, much thinner than in Weibo, give away a sports car X10]
Su Zening tilted his head and looked at the score that Fu Mingming took out. He recorded the score very quickly, he remembered it clearly after reading it once, and hummed the melody silently in his heart.
The melody of this score is catchy, and it's not too difficult. It should sound good. Su Zening has positioned the difficulty of this song as level 0.
Ignoring the song, Su Zening turned over in front of the phone, the fluffy cat licked his paws, looked at the phone camera, tilted his head, and the innocent cat looked at the camera and barked sweetly: "Meow~"
The phone screen was instantly covered by the barrage.
Su Zening waved his hand helplessly, what should I do? Cats also want to eat properly, and eating other people's dried fish is to do things.
He is a little cat who pays attention to credit.
He slumped down, stretched lazily, his fluffy tail swayed, he tilted his head and glanced inadvertently, saw the red light on the switch of the studio console, and then the kitten's movements stopped.
What should I do, I really want to press the switch.
There is a voice in my heart that is just about to move, and it is very fun to shoot it.
He tried to restrain his instincts, but his eyes were always on the switch.
The kitten stretched out the pink pad in a tangled manner, and finally snapped the switch.
The red dot is off-
Take another shot—
The red light is on—
[Barrage: Little candy cakes are cute in everything]
Fu Mingming's singing came out.
The kitten, who was playfully playing with the switch, moved for a while, looked up at the direction of the sound, and the big cat pupils wrinkled——
Then it becomes incredible—
Su Zening only had one thought.
How did Fu Mingming do it, a whole song without a single sentence in tune
After Fu Mingming sang a cappella for the first time, he felt relatively good about himself.
When she was about to sing for the second time, the little sugar cake who was in the live broadcast for some reason ran over and squatted at her feet solemnly, her fluffy tail swaying from side to side.
Fu Mingming didn't know why, so she sang the first sentence—
Before the singing was over, the fluffy tail of the little sugar cake swung onto her lap.
Fu Mingming's voice stopped, and he looked at the little sugar cake suspiciously.
Little Sugar Cake also looked up at him with a serious expression.
Fu Mingming tried to sing the next sentence—
Another tail, slightly heavier than before, but this time the tail didn't let go.
For some reason, Fu Mingming was a little flustered.
Looking at Xiao Tangcake's eyes, Fu Mingming always felt that he saw her head teacher in the third year of high school.
The same hatred that iron cannot become steel—