Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Another day, Clara was immersed in the Internet, chasing various hot spots, and playing popular games with her friends, but this day seemed different from the past.

There is no longer the feeling of fanaticism, the previous restlessness, and the desire to curse at everything. The posts that I found interesting before are now just skipped and do not arouse much interest.

Closing the forum early, she got up from the immersion cabin, sat on the bed, then fell down and spread her hands.

‘Suddenly everything felt boring, but my mood wasn’t that bad either. ’ She closed her eyes, experienced her strange mood today, and began to remember.

What happened? Why do I feel like this? Is the game not fun? Isn’t it funny to watch the collection of hot jokes?

She sat up and walked around the room a few times, looking at the messy room that had not been tidied up for a long time, and suddenly she had the time and idea to tidy it up.

Pick up the fallen bottles in the corner, pick up the old clothes that you changed before, straighten the scattered things, and then pick up the unnecessary things into the trash can.

There was no special music or sound, but the things in my hands suddenly felt more real than before. It turned out that there was a cute little person painted on the back of this bottle. In the pastry box I bought before, there was a note left by Grandma Fu, asking her to eat more. Order fruits and vegetables.

Sitting on the chair, Clara looked at the T-shirt in her hand. It seemed that she had bought it when she graduated last year. At that time, she was shopping with Dudu, Hexia, and Lina.

‘Time flies so fast. ’ She stood up and put the clothes in the washing machine.

The old clothes and changed sheets were put into the washing machine, and then the sound of running water rushed inside. Although it was not loud, it made Clara feel lightly comfortable.

She came to the window sill and opened the curtains. The originally dark room was illuminated by the fierce sunlight outside. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the brightest moment of the day.

Seeing that the originally messy house was tidied up, there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, but this feeling was very weak. If Clara hadn't been in such a quiet mood, she would have ignored it.

Feeling a little comfortable, she walked to the refrigerator in her slippers, rummaged through it to find the ice cream she had bought before, then opened it and returned to bed.

Her slender legs were only wearing shorts, and the clothes she had changed were being rotated in the washing machine, and the sound of twisting water could be heard in the quiet room from time to time.

Through the glass, the afternoon sunlight fell on the newly changed sheets. It was slightly hot, but it also felt warm when sitting on it. Leaning on the folded quilt, Clara ate the ice cream bit by bit, occasionally closing her eyes. , just because it’s comfortable.

The white toes are somewhat transparent in the sunlight. One side of the nails is illuminated by the sunlight and is very bright. You can see some dust particles floating around.

Slowly, after finishing the ice cream, Clara put the box away and put it in the trash can. At this time, the clothes in the washing machine were almost finished.

She took out the washed clothes in a basin. Although there was not much moisture left after simple drying, she was still going to take them out to dry in the sun, instead of hanging them directly in the bathroom and blowing them dry like before.

The closed floor-to-ceiling glass windows were opened, and the wind from outside poured in, puffing up the curtains and making them extra full.

The wind was a bit cold, but the sun was very warm. This wonderful difference made people energetic. Clara walked briskly and hung up the clothes one by one to dry.

After doing this, she leaned against the guardrail and looked up at the sky above her head. The clothes she had just dried swayed in the wind from time to time, revealing the clear blue sky behind her from time to time.

I closed my eyes again and felt the breeze blowing through my hair. It seemed that I hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

After blowing the wind on the balcony for a while, Clara returned to the room.

Today is the weekend. She opened the record board for the first time in a long time and looked up this week's homework. She used to do it casually, but today she looked at it with interest. Although it was still boring, it was not as annoying as before.

In the evening, she stood up, put on a dry coat and skirt, walked down easily, and walked to a small restaurant not far from the apartment for dinner.

Now that her financial situation is pretty good, she occasionally goes out to consume some delicious food, which is not something she can't afford.

After a full meal, she walked back. On the way, she saw a supermarket and went in. Then she came out with two bags of fruit, probably because she wanted to learn some healthy eating.

When passing by a familiar alley shop, Clara knocked on the door.

"Here we come." Grandma Fu's familiar voice came from inside.

"It's Clara, do you want to buy cakes again today?" Seeing the familiar girl outside, the old woman answered as usual.

"Yeah, but I also bought some fruit for Grandma Fu today." She put one of the bags of fruit on the counter, which contained packed strawberries, oranges, and bananas that even an old man could bite.

"These are of good quality and look pretty good. They're probably not cheap." Grandma Fu looked at the packaging box and labels inside and knew the approximate price on the market.

"It's nothing, actually I'm not short of money, recently." Clara added, it was really awkward to say such things, why did she feel the same as Hesia before.

"You kids just don't know how to feel bad about spending money. How do you understand the difficulty of making money..." Grandma Fu thought about refusing, but Clara repeatedly said that it was not a big problem and it would go bad if she couldn't finish it, so Grandma Fu accepted it. .

"Then Clara doesn't have to pay for today's pastries. Grandma, I'll give them to you too." She helped Clara pack the pastries and put them on the counter.

"Ah, this, I'd better pay. As grandma said, making money is not easy." Clara put her wrist close to the card swiping machine.

"You kid, forget it, let's just do it this time." Grandma Fu was not a stubborn person and didn't want to keep arguing with Clara, so she pressed and entered the price.

"You can tell me in advance next time you come. In fact, this pastry is best when it's freshly made and warm."

"Okay." Clara took the packed box, said goodbye to Grandma Fu with the remaining bag of fruit, and then walked deeper into the alley.

After returning to the house, she neatly stacked the items in her hands in the refrigerator, checked the time, and then rinsed briefly before approaching the immersion chamber.

According to the usual live broadcast room startup, Clara opened various auxiliary programs familiarly, and then connected to the interface of the network platform to send out notifications and invitations, so that fans who were on personal terminals, computers, and immersion cabins could know that she was on the air. .

[It’s rare that Zidian Lalajiang went to work five minutes early today. ]

[Is the sun coming out in the west? Zidian Lala is not a lazy dog. ]

[Looks like you can’t wait today, right? ]

[I guess I have to scold again the traitor in the legion planted by the hostile camp last night, haha. ]

Everyone was talking a lot, but after loading the avatar, Clara blinked her eyes in front of the screen, moved a little, adjusted her posture, and was not as anxious to turn on the mic as before.

"Good evening, everyone~" She waved.

[Wow, you are not Zidian Lala, why is your tone so gentle today? ]

[Sure enough, someone has changed. This is not Zidian Lala at all. ]

Today's Clara is indeed surprising to the audience, and so is she.

"I have something I want to talk to you about tonight."

[No, with your tone, you probably want to graduate. Please don’t. ]

[Oops, does Zidian Lala also want to follow other anchors’ path of suffering? ]

[We are here to see our good friends, not the crying Zidian Lala. ]

The barrage and comments passed by, and looking at these words, if it were the previous Clara, she would probably be eager to explain, fearing that fans would misunderstand, or be lost, but what does it feel like today? Unexpected peace and stability in my heart.

"It's not as bad as everyone thought, it's just that my mood suddenly changed." Sitting in front of the screen, Clara rarely talked about some of her worries and thoughts.

"Actually, I have always been very anxious. I was afraid that the daily live broadcast would be boring and people would give up watching it."

"I yell every day, sometimes just for the show's effect and dramatic performance." Her words gradually silenced the heated discussion among the audience.

[Today’s Zidian Lala really dares to say it. If you say something like this, you might lose your fans. ]

"If I lose followers, it should be because I am not capable enough. It will happen sooner or later. Even pleading can't change the result."

[It’s over, I feel like today’s Zidian Lala is really possessed by a god and has evolved into a holy Zidian Lala. ]

"Thank you all for your continued support. This is not a polite statement. Occasionally I think that some anchors are actually not bad. The traffic I get now is largely due to luck."

"Because it happened so quickly, I couldn't see the reason myself, so I could only imitate myself who cheered for everyone, repeating the funny things again and again, and the dramatic reversal of the show effect."

"I have received good feedback, but my anxiety is also accumulating because I don't know exactly where I am attracting everyone's attention and viewing. Can this state continue forever?"

"I didn't notice this before. I was just immersed in it. Every time everyone gave a lot of rewards, it made me feel excited and happy, which diluted the slight anxiety."

"Logically speaking, this state should last for a long time, but I don't know what the reason was, and I suddenly woke up today." Clara said, and the shocking glimpse last night suddenly flashed through her mind. The picture was of the burning flames on the bridge and the cheering crowd.

"I saw clearly my hidden weakness and twisted side."

"In the future, it will be broadcast live, but it will be a little more candid and less shouting."

"It might take a little bit of the fun out of it, but I think it's more authentic."

[Zidian Lala is great. ]

[Although I don’t know what to say, it makes people laugh inexplicably. ]

[How about playing in a group tonight? I don’t believe Zidian Lala can’t curse, hahaha. ]

"Of course we will play in a group tonight, let me show off my skills again~" Clara's synchronized avatar waved her hand, and then entered the game again.

As usual, she started the in-game legion battle again, but surprisingly, she didn't yell as much as before.

[Although a little quieter, Zidian Lala became calmer and her record was higher than before. ]

[Did the live broadcast really harm her? ]

[I lost one kind of happiness, but gained another kind of surprise. This is really not a good evaluation. ]

Late at night, artillery fire was fierce in the game world. The giant mecha driven by Clara rushed into the battlefield of intertwined starships. Continuous firelight and lasers illuminated her cockpit. Her eyes were focused on looking ahead, and her hands kept moving. , when the last and most dangerous moment came, a rare smile appeared on his face and he began to hum a melody.

The next day, a clip of her final fierce battle was circulated on the forum, especially in the most exciting and tense moment, when she actually laughed and hummed a song.

"Such a picture really has a strange impact, as if there is a hint of tenderness in the cruelty, which makes people want to stop." This was the most liked comment, and someone started to ask below.

[Who is this girl? ]

[Can anyone find out which song the melody she hummed is? ]

Perhaps what Clara herself did not expect was that after this night, her popularity would expand again on the Internet.

When she was free the next day, she looked through the forum posts and found the following inquiry.

After carefully recalling it for a long time, Clara entered the answer.

"I can't remember where I heard this melody. I probably heard it when I was playing with my classmates when I was a child, so I unknowingly memorized it."

In the midsummer many years ago, when Clara was eight years old, a group of children went on an outing under the leadership of their teacher.

They walked through the large botanical garden in North Seventh District, where there were grass and trees, and birds flying under the high glass dome.

Clara vaguely remembered that the sun was so strong that she couldn't open her eyes, and in front of her were the shaking figures of her teachers and classmates.

Inadvertently, she stepped on a stone and fell to the ground. Her knees were rubbed red and swollen by the pebbles in the grass.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" At that time, she couldn't help crying.

After a while, someone stood in front of her and helped her up.

"It's okay, there's no bleeding. I'll call the teacher." The person who spoke was Yilin. This girl with light chestnut hair was one of the more precocious children in the class. She was also pretty and generous, and many children were surrounding her.

"Hesia, you stay with Clara, I'll call the teacher." Yilin turned around and called Hesia who was not far away. The two had a good relationship, so it was very convenient.

"Um."

The young Heshia is introverted and seldom talks to Clara. The two of them stay together and are a little quiet.

At that time, Clara was holding her knees, wiping tears from her eyes from time to time. She wanted to touch the wound with her hand, but was afraid of the pain. Hessia looked on and wanted to comfort her, but her lips moved and she was a little afraid to speak.

Finally, after several hesitations, Hesia plucked up the courage to say, "It'll be fine." Then she quickly became discouraged.

Clara didn't feel anything at all, she just felt that her body was sweating from the sun, her head was a little dizzy, her knees hurt, and she just wanted to be sad and want to go home.

Later, Heshia waited for Yilin and never came. Seeing Clara still crying, she felt a little anxious. Maybe she felt that she had to do something, so she gently blew air on the wound on Clara's knee, and then Hum a simple melody.

Along with the heat, sweat, cicadas, and pain in the midsummer of that year, this melody unknowingly remained in her memory. After that, Clara still rarely interacted with Heshia, because Heshia when she was a child Ya always hides next to Yilin, but she is more lively and active.

Why did she think of this past event? Clara asked herself.

Probably it was the scene in the video that night when Hesia defeated Pulin Coco while bathing in flames that touched and impacted her.

Even the timid and young Heshia has now grown to a look that people look up to, and she suddenly has no reason to show off or escape.

She will also start practicing singing in the future. As an idol, not being able to sing is just like not being able to speak. It is a skill that cannot be left behind. Her goal for Clara is not just to be a short-term traffic idol, she must stand firm and become a standing figure. A big star who never fails, this way he can play games at home every day without any restrictions!