I, 2.1 Billion Yanwang Dijun Joined the Chat Group

Sato Ming squeezed out a blessing with difficulty.

My sister's silvery moon-like eyes smiled brightly, and her habitually opened teeth that were not like the Japanese responded with a grin.

"Thank you, Ming!"

She likes to laugh as much as she likes to sing.

Sato Ming also loves this smile: "I will give you a note."

"I love you the most, Ming."

The sister still smiled in response.

This is the second time this family has mentioned something about virtual anchors.

The third time was two months after the second.

Akira Sato was at home delivering manuscripts to the editor in charge of his work.

My sister suddenly pushed open the door and walked in. The short wine red hair was slightly longer, and the half-shawl hairstyle fell on her shoulders in a mess.

The clear eyes of Crescent Moon Bay shone with confusion.

The cherry red lips were slightly drawn together, and it seemed that she was not in a good mood.

She was wearing aqua blue home clothes today, revealing her delicate collarbone and a shallow bend under her collarbone.

"Ming sauce~~!"

A deep and mature female voice shouted from her sister's mouth.

Sato Ming couldn't help frowning.

If Sato Mei's enemies and those who were defeated by his despicable methods heard this kind of name, they would definitely laugh and ridicule him all the time.

But the person in front of him is his family, so he can only endure this nickname.

Sato Ming's face was cold, he took a sip of the mineral water beside him, swallowed his anger with cold water, and forced himself to calm down a little.

"what's up?"

"There is something I want to discuss with you."

The older sister's originally melancholy eyes, looking at Sato Ming's movements and expressions, did not seem to be frightened, but relaxed happily.

She shouted "Ming Sauce Kawaii", and suddenly rushed up and took Sato Ming into her arms.

The soft feeling rubbed against his cheek, but Ming Sato was not happy at all. He struggled to get out of this woman's embrace, but unfortunately found that he was not as strong as his sister.

After being ravaged again, my sister finally let go of the hand that rubbed his head, and sat on his bed and lay down on his back.

Holding Sato's new quilt, she rolled around on the bed without any hesitation, leaving behind a slow breath.

After a long while, he sighed: "Oh, if it wasn't for Ming-Jun's soft hair and tender cheeks to heal. Sister, I'm afraid I'd be depressed today."

"Long-windy~~! Talk about business." Sato Ming didn't have time to listen to his sister wasting time.

"Hahaha. Ming, you are really cute. You are so cute when you are puffed up. Although you are puffed up and cold, but you look like a Samoyed with fried hair. It's scary, but On the contrary, it makes people want to hug you even more.”

My sister smiled happily.

Sato Ming knew that in the past such disputes, the final result was only his own injury.

He didn't want to continue talking about this topic, but asked in a low voice: "What happened? Is there anything you want to tell me? Was it my uncle who played Pachinko and was defrauded by the underworld and involved in loan sharking, or was it the second one? Brother was taken by a bad boy at school and was sucked to the X-grade, or was the fourth sister molested by the teacher in the school?"

"Don't say such a terrible thing!" The elder sister's face became straight: "Japan is not so dangerous yet."

"No, I think Japan is so dangerous." Akira Sato is convinced of this.

He turned his gaming chair, turned on the computer that played on the three monitors in front of him, and quickly googled a series of vicious cases.

"May 5, Kawasaki indiscriminate murder case."

"On May 5, the attempted assassination of the Cowherd by a professional woman in Tokyo"

"On May 5, in Kitakyushu City, Fukuoka Prefecture, a father abused his children with electric shock collars for pets."

"On June 6, the former deputy minister of the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries of Japan, Xiong Zeying Zhao (1 years old), killed his eldest son, Xiong Zeyingichiro, 76, at his home."

"Yesterday, in Kanagawa Prefecture, a man killed his wife and divided his body..."

It's been listed one by one, and it's shocking every time I look at it.

To my sister, at least, these things looked horrible.

"No, is Japan so scary?" She believed Sato Ming's words a little: "Is this why Ming-jun is reluctant to go out and is only a NEET?"

"No, it's actually not that scary. These are all cases that can be known under big data, and are apportioned among hundreds of millions of people in the Japanese archipelago. It's about as slim as winning the lottery." Akira Sato doesn't care about such violent remarks : "Of course, you also know that the Japanese police system has a habit of not filing criminal cases... No, beside the point. Sister, you haven't said anything about you."

The elder sister was also stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, her expression visibly lowered: "Yes, I mainly want to discuss with Ming Jun."

This matter, Sato Ming is not surprised.

Although for the past six months, in addition to going out to Tokyo to deal with his company's affairs, most of him have been neet at home, and he didn't even go to school, but the people at home are used to discussing things with him.

---After all, my uncle and aunt are not very in charge, and my second brother is still studying for the exam. He is the only one who is independent and can give normal opinions.

"Let's talk." Sato Ming put his arms around his chest and leaned back on the gaming chair, looking arrogant.

However, these performances, in the eyes of my sister, are nothing more than a big kid. She is 16 years old and 1.6 meters tall, with exquisite skin that is prettier than girls, smooth short black hair, and soft and neutral facial features.

If you don't look carefully, you will even recognize the man named Sato Akira as a girl.

Therefore, Sato Ming made this arrogant gesture, which was even a little cute in the eyes of his sister.

"Then I said it." Sitting on Sato Ming's bed, my sister slowly said her thoughts.

"Some time ago, I should have told Ming Jun that I jumped out of a virtual anchor company and was entered into a free society by a friend, right?"

Sato Ming nodded, he had heard of this.

"This month, something happened to that friend. She had a voice problem, and she divorced her husband, which was a big blow. I read her Twitter, and it seemed that she even had thoughts of suicide.

"what should I do?"

The topic suddenly thrown by the sister made Sato Ming stunned for a while, and then quickly recovered.

"This is indeed a very realistic question." Sato Ming pondered the language: "Then, let me first ask, is she short of money now?"

"This may not be too short." My sister responded quickly: "At least she didn't mention this to me."

"I didn't mention it, it means that the economic situation can still support it, which is fine." Sato Ming's mind was half down: "Then the real reason for her sadness is divorce or a problem with her voice? By the way, she likes the industry of virtual anchors. Is it?"

My sister put her finger on her lips again and thought for a while: "It should be a live broadcast. She and her husband broke up peacefully. There is not much movement."

"She sings well? Or is she proud of her voice?" Sato Akira asked again.

"Yes, yes." The deep and beautiful voice of the elder sister came into Sato Ming's ears: "The singing is super nice. She used to be a super famous singer on Niconico."

Sato Ming showed such an expression as he expected: "A person who was originally successful is the most proud, and the thing he is most proud of has been destroyed. It may even be impossible to repair it again. Even if it is repaired, it will not be as good as before. This person will definitely collapse."

"Every year, those investors who jump off the building because of stocks are probably the same mentality."

"It's hard to persuade this kind of thing. You can only rely on her to come out. But, to be honest, if the voice doesn't recover well, I don't think she can come out."

The elder sister was stunned. After a while, she slammed the mattress with her clenched fists and cursed at the same time: "She is the one who likes live broadcasts, the audience the most, and singing the most, why should she encounter Dao? This kind of thing."

"Mingming...Mingming..." Halfway through the words, tears oozing out of the corners of my sister's eyes: "Mingming's fans, her friends are so... so... and those subtitle groups. If you are a member, you have to do your best to comfort her and help her."

"I..." Facing the sudden tears, Sato Ming was obviously at a loss.

He hadn't seen his sister cry like this for a long time.

Mingming had promised her sister since she was a child that she would never cry again.

As a child...? ? ?

The surging memory impacted Sato Akira's thinking.

A series of voices suddenly appeared in his mind.

[A strong desire is detected. 】

【Generating...】

[Wanjie Chat Group---The special chat group section of virtual anchor is being generated....]

[Goal: Link everyone and every corner of the world with virtual love, so that there will be no more sadness and tears in the whole world. 】

[The current chat group members are in the pull list....]

[-----In the future, the real monarch can be expected to enter the chat group----]

[-----One hundred thousand witches entered the chat group-----]

[----17-year-old cute girl enters the chat group-----]

[-----Darkness of the Ring enters the chat group-----]

[-----The hopeless evil party enters the chat group-----]

[----I can see entering the chat group-----]

【……】

"Huh??? System???"

〇 Section VTB (2)

"Long-windy~~! Talk about business." Sato Ming didn't have time to listen to his sister wasting time.

"Hahaha. Ming, you are really cute. You are so cute when you are puffed up. Although you are puffed up and cold, but you look like a Samoyed with fried hair. It's scary, but On the contrary, it makes people want to hug you even more.”

My sister smiled happily.

Sato Ming knew that in the past such disputes, the final result was only his own injury.

He didn't want to continue to talk about this topic, but asked in a low voice: "What happened? Is there anything you want to tell me? Is it my uncle who played Pachinko and was defrauded by the underworld and involved in loan sharking, or is it the second one? Brother was taken by a bad boy and took drugs at school, or was the fourth sister harassed by the teacher at school?"

"Don't say such a terrible thing!" The elder sister's face became straight: "Japan is not so dangerous yet."

"No, I think Japan is so dangerous." Akira Sato is convinced of this.

He turned his gaming chair, turned on the computer that played on the three monitors in front of him, and quickly googled a series of vicious cases.

"May 5, Kawasaki indiscriminate murder case."