After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

After Chi Qishu left the world this time, there was a momentary blankness in his mind, and it took him about five seconds to wake up.

This is the Space-Time Administration, his office.

There is a small instrument placed on the table in the room, which reminds the main brain of information, and asks him to get the companion system.

However, Chi Qishu planned to rest for a while before going. This time, he cooperated with a wild system, which brought back bad memories in his mind.

While he was in a daze, his communication channel received a message from third brother.

Originally, he planned to take a look at it and leave it alone, but when he saw the information inside, he hesitated.

[In your live broadcast world, there are people who claim to be Maruko who want to commit suicide because of Chizhang’s air crash. Because of the huge number, it is likely to cause instability in the world. Do you want to deal with it? ]

Chi Qishu seldom has any nostalgia for the mission world that has passed, but when he saw the three words "Little Maruko", the memory that had been forgotten in the corner quietly wiped away the dust that fell on it.

It's a pity that he has died in that world, and even if he can enter, there are not many things he can do.

……

After the celebration, his middle ear was tired and his whole body ached. He struggled to get on the bed and was about to sleep until the end of his life, when the phone rang again.

"Hey?"

"Zhong Er, the company has just received news that your anchor Qian Zhang's plane crashed this morning."

The middle ear jumped up from the bed with a jerk, "Impossible!"

The boy's voice and smile are still in his mind, and he even has a beret that he forgot to hand over.

After a while, Zhong Er opened his mouth and asked, "Where is it?"

"Putian County, the police are now verifying their identities, but Qianzhang has been confirmed as one of the dead..."

Zhong Er's legs went limp, and he took the phone and stepped off the bed top-heavy, almost kneeling on the ground.

"How could this happen? It's impossible. I was fine when I saw him this morning. You heard the song he sang, right..."

"Zhong Er," Zhong Er's thoughts were interrupted by the person on the other end of the phone, "What you should think about now is how to tell your fans."

Leaning against the wall, he glanced at the clock hanging on the wall.

9 points.

He thought that Qianzhang was too tired tonight, that's why he didn't broadcast the live broadcast on time at seven o'clock.

Even one second before going to bed, he was still complaining about Qianzhang in his heart.

Zhong Er calmed down, and he slowly replied: "I see."

Entering Qianzhang's live broadcast room with a mobile phone, the screen is black, but the fans inside are still waiting inside.

- so cool!The thousand chapters in the celebration simply captured me!

——Don’t lose the chain, when Qianzhang Da Da’s live broadcast, we must unanimously ask Da Da to sing "Regret!" "

——I watched the recording of Snail.com again, and those long legs almost made my nose bleed.

In the group of octopus balls that Zhong Er didn't know about, everyone comforted each other with understanding.

[Squid Boy] When we left, Qianzhang originally agreed with us to live broadcast tonight, no, I will go to the live broadcast room and wait

[Yellow Croaker] Qianzhang is going to fly home today, he will definitely be tired, he probably wants to take a rest

[Dead Fish] There are a lot of people waiting in the live broadcast room. I think they are all new fans. Shall we come forward and restrain them?

[Aunt Yu] I want to watch Qianzhang get married and have children, and I want to watch Qianzhang continue to be popular!

[Grass Carp] Qianzhang is so good, my heart hurts when I think of him getting married, will he be bullied by his wife?

[Goldfish] Waiting for Qian Zhangda's facial features to fully grow, I don't know how beautiful it will be, I also wait for Dada to grow up!

At this time, the latest news from Snail.com was pushed to the mobile phones of everyone in the group.

[Dear Maruko, we would like to tell you a sad news that Chizhang’s SU5234 flight crashed in the air today.

Qianzhang's real name is Qiao Muting, and he is on the death list. Now the police are searching for Qianzhang's relics.

Qianzhang is an excellent anchor of Snail.com, so Snail.com hereby promises that Qianzhang’s live broadcast room will never be closed. ]

Whether it was the live broadcast room or the group of small octopus balls, silence fell instantly.

Su Que went back to continue filming after the mid-year celebration of snail.com. On the way, he also contacted the friends who held the talent show, and passed on Qian Zhang's singing video.

Qianzhang is a handsome kid with a pleasant personality. He couldn't help but like him when he saw it, so he wanted to help.

After the play, Su Que saw the manager holding a tablet computer, standing outside the nanny's car with a serious expression on his face.

"What, someone fired my CP again?" He said, fearing that his lipstick would be ruined, he took a sip of water through a straw.

"The child you valued, named Qianzhang, passed away this morning."

Su Que shook his hands, the straw was stained with lipstick, and a red mark was drawn on his mouth.

Su Que opened his mouth several times, but his voice was so dry that he wanted to retch. After finally asking what he wanted to ask, he found that his voice was extremely hoarse. "...Is it sick?"

"No, it was an air crash."

As soon as the manager finished speaking, Su Que vomited out while supporting the nanny car.

He touched his heart, but what he thought of was the cute appearance of the boy standing cleanly outside the car window with his mouth pursed.

We have only met each other once, so why are you so sad to hear the news of the other party's death?

The news of the Qianzhang Air Crash ransacked the Internet with lightning speed at exactly ten o'clock in the evening.

——Who is Chizhang?Why did it suddenly become a hot search?

——Qianzhang is the singing anchor in the live broadcast of Snail.com, and he sings very well.

——Qianzhang, someone is making your rumors, don't worry, we won't believe it, I have already reported it!

——Qianzhang, are you okay?Say hello to us, please?

——Big Daddy, it’s already ten o’clock, and it’s time for you to download the broadcast in one hour. Get up and turn on your computer!

——I will wait for you in the live broadcast room, I know those people lied to me, I watched your live broadcast yesterday

——Zai’er, I hope those are all lies. I’m still waiting to see you become famous and grow up. Maybe you will become an excellent father, but you are still so young, and everything has not started yet!

- miss you baby

——Don't scare me, I don't believe it!Baby, can you talk to our little ball again?

——Your singing accompanied me through the most lost time, how can you just leave?

- Can't sleep at night, it's the darkest dawn I've ever seen

——It’s already dawn, why haven’t you come out to refute the rumors?

——Qianzhang Da, let’s not take that plane, okay?

Even if there is no live broadcast in Qianzhang's live broadcast room at this time, the number of online users has reached a terrifying more than 1000 million, but everyone is lighting candles, other than that, no one speaks.

A kind of silent sadness, depressing in the whole live broadcast room, making people want to cry.

Qianzhang has experienced so much suffering, but he is such a kind boy, even though he has gone through hardships, he still smiles and accompanies everyone.

His talent amazed everyone, and even the songs that had a flash of inspiration would be amazing to listen to.

The live broadcast at seven o'clock every day, why are you late today?

It was clearly agreed to only rest for one night, now...

Chizhang, are you going to keep your promise?

The fans in front of the screen were silent, but they were crying behind the screen.

No one expected that things would happen so suddenly, they thought that Qianzhang was just too tired, that's why they didn't broadcast live.

The dawn breaks through the night, struggling to send its first ray of sunlight to the earth.

Its daybreak.

While many people were waiting for dawn to break and for someone to clarify that Chisho's death was a fake, the police found a USB stick on the wreckage of the plane.

After inspection, it was found that this USB flash drive was Qian Zhang's relic. Since Qian Zhang had no guardian, after discussion, it was decided to transfer the USB flash drive to Zhong Er, the editor in charge of Qian Zhang, for safekeeping.

The eyes under the middle ears were black and blue, and he didn't sleep all night, staring at the computer without blinking.

After the police gave him the USB flash drive, he checked the contents and thought it was something Qianzhang left for the fans. Then he took the USB flash drive to the leader and applied for administrator privileges.

Using his authority, he directly entered Qianzhang's backstage.

The countless private messages from fans on it instantly overwhelmed the computer in the middle ear. Looking at the number of fans in the background, he touched his face and suddenly burst into tears.

For such a small child, he felt uncomfortable.

The little balls who were waiting in Qianzhang's live broadcast room suddenly saw a light in the live broadcast room.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the computer screen without daring to blink, but they didn't realize that their already nervous hands were twisted together.

Everyone’s heart is raised.

But a very clean computer desktop appeared, and then a document was created on that computer desktop, and opened...

Xiao Maruko looked at the people in the computer operating there with both expectation and fear, so nervous that she even breathed lightly.

In the document, someone starts typing.

[Sorry, I am Zhong Er, the editor in charge of Qianzhang. Since Qianzhang has no guardian, today I received his USB flash drive from the police. I think it is a gift from him, so this live broadcast room will be the last time. Live broadcast, playing what Qianzhang left in that USB flash drive. ]

As soon as these words came out, it was as if some kind of magic spell had been broken in an instant, and the originally quiet live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

——Why am I so sad now?

--Fake!Qianzhang, why did you lie to us!

——We don't want to watch any gifts, we want you to live broadcast!

——I waited all night, just waiting for you to clarify when you woke up in the morning, why didn't you clarify?

——Please don’t close the live broadcast room, tell us that Qianzhang is okay, or that he is hospitalized, okay?

——So sad, so sad, it’s the first time I realize that I can’t even shed tears

The middle ear in front of the screen opened the file in the USB flash drive, and he burst into tears as he left the keyboard.

This is a video file recorded by a camera.

Qianzhang's familiar face appeared in the camera, he smiled slightly, and seemed a little unaccustomed to the camera, so he always touched his ears shyly.

The fans in the live broadcast room gradually quieted down, watching what might be the last video left by Qianzhang.

"Ah, as expected, I'm still not used to showing my face," said the young man in the camera, his blushing eyes drifted for a while, and then he probably realized that he was recording a video at this time, so he drifted his eyes back again, "The reason why this video was recorded , because today is my birthday, I want to give myself a present."

Unaccustomed to Qian Zhang, he grabbed the hem of his clothes with his hands, and the pretty boy blushed nervously.

"And I also promised Squid Boy and Yellow Croaker live broadcast tomorrow, but I am afraid that I will be too tired to wake up at night, so I will sing the song I wrote earlier to everyone today, and it will be released at [-] o'clock tomorrow. It doesn't mean that I am late for breaking the contract."

As he said that, the accompaniment sounded, and the boy on the screen stood in front of the camera with warm eyes and a soft expression. He was facing the microphone and sang a song that almost had no chance for others to hear it.

from morning to night

The wind rests on the pebbles

no more devastated tears

It's good to have you in the world

This is a song to thank the fans. Qianzhang sang it with dedication. In the last sentence of the song, the boy closed his eyes and wept, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After singing, the teenager opened his eyes, smiled, and said to the camera:

"You always say I don't have a premium version of the music, isn't that what it is?"

"We made an agreement that on my birthday next year, there will be no one of you in this live broadcast room."

There is a kind of person who obviously only lived for a short time, yet countless people fall in love with him.

The live broadcast room was closed, and the little balls burst into tears.

Qianzhang is this kind of person, he is full of talent, he doesn't fight or grab, he just shares his little secrets with his fans in his live broadcast room.

Sacrifice is one of the few friends of Qianzhang in the live broadcasting world. It was not until a long time later that he sent a message in his diary.

——You are gone, but you are still here, and we will all be waiting for you.

At this time, it has been more than eight months since Qianzhang's death, but just after this message was released, many small balls came to leave messages one after another.

None of them has forgotten Qianzhang. Perhaps in the years to come, they will still listen to Qianzhang’s songs, smile quietly, and tell the people around——

This is the boy I used to like. He is so talented that he is not inferior to the current traffic star.

We agreed to spend our next birthday together.

We can't break the contract this time, otherwise whoever breaks the contract will be a puppy.

……

After putting the newly written song into the U disk and putting it into the live broadcast world, Chi Qishu saw that the sad emotions of the little balls gradually settled down, so he chose to leave.

After completing the task of live broadcasting the world, he originally wanted to find a safer way to leave, but the accident happened so unexpectedly that even he couldn't come back from the dead.

So for those little balls who love Qiao Muting, he still feels guilty to some extent.

After solving these things, Chi Qishu really planned to take a break for a while, but when he wanted to take a break, a new task came again.

He was a little tired and wanted to reject all the tasks, but saw a familiar name in the task list.

bear sea.

With curiosity, Chi Qi saw Xiong Hai.

Compared with when Chi Qishu left the live broadcast world and met for the last time, Xiong Hai's appearance has not changed much. The only difference is that Xiong Hai at this time is more like a business elite.

In the Space-Time Management Bureau, Chi Qishu used his original appearance. Xiong Hai didn't recognize Chi Qishu, but when he saw Chi Qishu, his eyes lit up.

But in the next second, Xiong Hai's eyes dimmed.

The only regret in his life is that he didn't talk about the child named Qiao Muting.

No matter how many singers he would bring out in the future, the urge to sign him when they first met in junior high school was gone.

"My wish is to get to know that kid named Qiao Muting again, and to get to know him before he gets hurt, to protect him with all my strength, not to make him fear the society, and to let everyone in the world know his talent! "

"Finally, don't put that kid on flight SU5234."

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