Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Once Qi Yang started moving, it was as if he was wound up.

While waiting for the express delivery, he did not continue to lie down, and barely spared some time for the task.

I downloaded a live streaming software on my computer, registered an account, opened the music software, and randomly picked some songs to add to the playlist.

While listening to music, he took out eight glasses from the cupboard at home, adjusted the water level, and tapped some music along with the music that was playing.

He tilted his head and asked 002: "How is it? Is he handsome?"

002 nodded and asked, "Do you want me to help you push the stream?"

"I sing, and you still don't believe me?"

002Of course I believe it.

When they were first linked, Qi Yang's personality was even more eccentric and he loved to show off than he is now. He recorded a few songs that he said he had written before he died but had not had the chance to sing, and uploaded them to the leisure forum of the Space-Time Administration. The number of clicks has been dominating the charts ever since then.

002 actually always found it quite strange. There was no shortage of people with absolute pitch and heavenly voices among the taskers. They had a lot of experience and their singing skills were absolutely maxed out. Every person was a musician, but they were still picky and played the music in a loop, which made it wonder if it was bound to a real siren.

"But this is not your own body after all."

Qi Yang sneered: "Thirteen days is enough for me to initially integrate with this body."

The platform will recommend one week’s traffic to new anchors. Of course, the premise is that they are worthy of recommendation. The first ten minutes are very important.

Qi Yang named the room "Siren Voice JS", which was the same as his ID, and took advantage of the fact that no one knew each other on the Internet and let himself go.

He pointed the camera at the water cup and adjusted the angle, then switched back to the first song on the playlist and turned down the volume of the music slightly. When some crisp or low percussion sounds began to sound, he began to sing along.

Soon, more than a dozen people came into the live broadcast room, and robots mixed with passers-by sent out a few sporadic comments.

The camera has its own audio reception function, but it is not a professional device after all, so the audio is somewhat distorted when transmitted through the Internet.

These distortions seem to be intentional. The clear male voice outside the camera becomes more ethereal and pleasant, and coupled with the crisp sound of knocking on the water cup, it is completely worthy of the "voice of the siren", making those who are ready to find faults speechless.

All that could be seen on the live broadcast screen were a row of water glasses and a young man in navy blue pajamas. He looked so unserious, as if he had just started such a live broadcast on a whim in the afternoon to kill time.

The slender fingers holding the silver chopsticks tap the water cup with a graceful and elegant movement, and the well-trimmed nails are white and pink under the light. Even if you are not a hand control, you will subconsciously find this scene very pleasing to the eye.

The song was not long. Qi Yang cleared his throat in the interval between switching music and said naturally: "Welcome brothers and sisters to the Siren Voice JS live broadcast room. The new anchor is performing online. If you think the anchor sings well, you can follow and like it."

[Decisive attention.]

[Why doesn’t the anchor show his face?]

[Not only is it good, my god, I almost forgot what the original version sounded like after listening to it so many times! ! ! ]

[With such a good voice, why doesn’t the anchor become a singer?]

Most people who came in contributed their attention and likes. Qi Yang smiled and made a heart shape to the camera.

"Thank you for your support. I don't show my face because I'm too handsome. Singing and live streaming are just my hobbies. I don't plan to develop them into my main business."

Later, some people were curious about how handsome he was, what his main job was, and when he would broadcast live every day. However, Qi Yang had already retracted his gaze and began to hum along with the prelude, and the barrage of comments suddenly became quiet.

When people who had just entered the live broadcast room heard his voice, they immediately got goose bumps. When they heard the singing and the accompaniment of tapping water cups, their scalps went numb. Even if they accidentally clicked in, they were forcibly controlled in the live broadcast room.

Ten minutes is only enough time for three or four songs, and most of the netizens who came in fell into the trap. Because the retention rate of the live broadcast room is high, the platform began to push people for the second time.

Qi Yang would only chat with netizens in the live broadcast room when changing songs, but it was really enjoyable to listen to him singing, and they were all slow songs that made people calm and indulge in them. People often didn't come back to their senses until the singing stopped.

After singing for more than half an hour, Qi Yang's throat felt a little dry. He said something to the netizens in the live broadcast room and went to get a glass of water. When he came back, he found that the barrage was full of discussions about how thin his waist was and how long his legs were. The person who had just entered the live broadcast room couldn't help but ask what the live broadcast was all about.

Modern netizens, the prescription of their glasses is getting higher and higher, but they are like microscopes...

Qi Yang sat back in his chair, put the cup aside, coughed lightly, and said, "I am a serious anchor. I only sell my art, not my body."

[Can you play a musical instrument?]

"I know a little bit about all eighteen musical instruments."

[Wow, I want to see this little brother playing the suona.]

Qi Yang: "...There is only a drum set at home right now. If I want to listen to suona, I have to wait a few days."

[How can a host play such an unpopular instrument?]

A wealthy netizen spent a huge amount of money and directly gave a reward to the song "Galaxy Light" to request a song. Qi Yang searched for it and skipped this one.

"Give me three minutes to learn it."

[Have you never heard of such a popular song?]

Qi Yang went through the song and found that apart from a section where he had to sing a high note, the rest was not difficult.

Oh, and it will easily disturb nearby residents, but it is daytime now and most people are at work outside.

When netizens in the live broadcast room heard him easily cross four octaves, they were stunned.

But the high note stopped abruptly as soon as it reached its peak, and several obvious strange noises were heard. Then the picture became a mess, with a clearly enunciated "Fuck".

Qi Yang put down his hands that were covering his face and vital parts, looking depressed.

His palms and arms were scratched by the flying fragments and were covered in blood. 002, who was sitting on the bed checking something, was horrified. He looked at him, then at the glass shards on the table, and became speechless again.

"Let you show off your skills."

Qi Yang took into account the live broadcast, so he snorted at it, gritted his teeth, and did not respond.

Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

Broken cup, the quality is really rubbish.

The camera was fixed on the table, facing the cups. Apart from being shaken slightly by Qi Yang's movements, there was no other impact. Netizens watched in shock as the cups turned into slag in the blink of an eye. A few drops of bright red were clearly visible, and then diluted with the dripping water.

[Where is the anchor? Is he injured?]

[How is the little brother?]

Where does the blood come from?

[What the hell! What the hell! Is this really something a human can do? ? ? ? What I’m watching is actually a magic trick, right? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]

Qi Yang took a deep breath, put his hands behind his back, and insisted on finishing the song despite the incomprehension of the comments. Then he quickly said, "Sorry, this is the end of today's live broadcast. I'm going to log off first. Bye."

After saying that, he decisively turned off the live broadcast and went to find the medicine box at home.

A hand full of blood flashed in front of the camera, and before netizens could ask questions, the screen of the live broadcast room went black.

002 scanned Qi Yang's wound and marked the location of the embedded glass shards. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, was this an accident or did you do it on purpose?"