interstellar player

The mothership that Sang Yan boarded, which is the mothership that Jing Yuzhi belongs to, is named 'Shuguang', and the upper limit of the mothership's mechs is [-].When Sang Yan and the others logged in, most of the mothership's original staff were on vacation, leaving only a very small number of core personnel.

Regardless of freshmen or staff, everyone has a room for each person. The room is about 5 square meters, with a bed, a cabinet, a table, a video screen and nothing else.Not long after packing up their luggage, all the students received their work and rest schedule. They got up at 6 o'clock, had morning training from 6:7 to 7 o'clock, had breakfast at 15:8 o'clock, and studied according to their majors at [-] o'clock...

"Ah... does this schedule want our lives!"

"Wake up at 6 o'clock, absolutely impossible (┬_┬)."

The sound insulation effect of the mothership was not bad, but some spiritual sounds still penetrated through the layers of helmets and entered the perception range of the boy. It didn't take much thinking to know that these complaints came from the players.

This schedule...is too much?

The young man who used to practice the spirit of speech sixteen hours a day could not understand why some people complained. This schedule seemed very easy to him.

Sang Yanbao's major is the Department of Mecha Maintenance. It's not that he likes this major so much. It's just that in this era, mecha maintenance is the No. 1 profession that ordinary people want to pursue, so he filled out this major.Although he is also interested in mechs, he is more interested in the field movement. What kind of rules does this movement composed of sounds and words travel to the field? He really wants to experience it for himself. He has not forgotten that he once promised Jing Shengzhi wanted to write a field movement, and this training just happened to give him this opportunity.

"Sang Yan, are you going to watch the waiter's class later?"

After the theory class, the familiar Drizzt patted Sang Yan on the shoulder.

"I heard that they will play the field movement in the next class, I want to listen to it."

Drizzt's admission score is second only to Sang Yan, this seemingly ordinary classmate is very well-informed, his star network has recorded many people's secrets.The first thing he said when he hooked up with Sang Yan was, "Student, I heard that you know Jing Chengzhi very well, is it possible for me to get his brother Jing Yuzhi's autographed photo!" '.

That's right, this intelligence expert, Drizzt, is a fanatical fan of Jing Yuzhi. He adores Jing Yuzhi to the point that the whole bedroom is full of Jing Yuzhi's photos, but he just looks at it every day and doesn't dare to do anything. The act of passing over.Because in his opinion, Jing Yuzhi is the god in his heart.

"Field movement? Well, good."

"I knew you would agree," he said, and took out a paper and brush to write it down: "Sang Yan: I am very interested in the field music, and the information has been updated."

"Recording again..." Sang Yan smiled, he was used to Drizzt recording at any time.

"Of course, it is my rule to record every little thing around me." As he said, he showed the place where Sang Yan's prelude and waiter attended the class: "One day I will become the most powerful information source in the entire interstellar, when that time you Ask me for information, and I'll give you a [-]% discount."

"Then I would like to thank you in advance."

The place where the performer and waiter attends the class is in the mech showroom. Drizzt and Sang Yan are now on the second floor of the showroom, which is equivalent to the height of the cockpit of the mecha. Right in front of them is a star transparent device, which is Player mecha.

The mechas used by the performer and the waiter are completely different types. The mecha of the performer is more like a cockpit than a mech. It carries only two beam sabers. Its structure focuses more on defense and speed.Players cannot be distracted while singing and they are not good at mecha operation, so the safety of players in the battlefield basically depends on the waiters. If all the waiters are wiped out, the possibility of players surviving is one in a thousand.

"Li Li, an A-level performer, has pledged three waiters, graduated from Kopesi College a year ago, and is now the performer of the 'Dawn' mothership."

Accompanied by Drizzt's commentary, a performer in a gorgeous performance costume entered the mech with the help of a waiter. She saw the existence of Drizzt and Sang Yan but did not give a look.

Start the mech and get ready to sing.

Drizzt shrugged: "Li Li: Just like all the performers, he disdains ordinary people, the information has been updated."

Drizzt had already met too many players like this, and he was used to being ignored by the players.

"Is it the same for other performers?"

Sang Yan noticed that Drizzt's word was 'all performers'.

"All, without exception."

This is the reality of this world, the minority has the most rights, and the majority can only fight for that small part of the rights.The performers are such a privileged minority.

Accompanied by the sound of electronic musical instruments of unknown origin, Li Li's overly sharp singing voice was conveyed to the direction of the mothership through the loudspeaker, and the simple and even crude lyrics entered the hearing range, making many people familiar with this song feel uneasy. Hummed along.

The number of domain movements is very small, until now there are only a dozen of them, and most people can hum their tunes, but only the singing of players who have reached the standard of mental strength can make them form domain movements.

"Soldier! Come! Fight! Go!"

"Soldier! Go! Confused Beast! Go!"

……

Almost everyone was intoxicated by this kind of singing, the freshmen below looked intoxicated and couldn't help themselves, even Drizzt beside him showed admiring eyes, they seemed to feel the high-pitched passion on the interstellar battlefield, and couldn't help but Excited, can't help jumping for joy, can't help but want to stand on that battlefield.

More and more people were infected and assimilated. The voice of one person gradually joined other voices humming together. The solo singing became a chorus, and the entire mothership echoed the singing of this song.

But at this moment, Sang Yan's expression was stiff, and his heart was roaring.

Uh huh... is this a domain movement?Just kidding me! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

All kinds of dissonant intervals, all kinds of unpleasant frequencies, and all kinds of unacceptable combinations of instruments are like stewing pig food in a cauldron!I can't even listen to it!

And the lyrics, which are always "ahhh", can they be called lyrics!

I thought that he would be able to accept the current music aesthetics after listening to the performer's music, but I didn't expect him to be too naive!The aesthetics of the field movement is more than that of the performer's music!Is the aesthetics of future people so strange?Now he seems to understand why ancient music is so difficult to accept... It's all thanks to this rugged aesthetic, even normal and beautiful things have become abnormal!

It is not a big problem for a tone idiot to sing, the problem is that a tone idiot leads a group of tone idiots to sing, this feeling cannot be more sour.

The ears are dead, who can save their aesthetics!