I am super fuzzy and I am the top of the underworld [entertainment circle]

There were about a few hundred people in the audience, and the seats were packed to the brim.When they saw Qiong Ren, they burst into cheers like raging waves crashing on the shore.

The shock made the little idol dizzy.

Could it be that they are all his fans? Isn't it too greedy to think like this...

The accompaniment sounded immediately - "The Light Chaser"

The shortest of all his songs and also his debut song.

It's a song he's rehearsed a thousand times in the practice room.

How to deal with the emotions of the lyrics, how to breathe between dances, how to control the level of singing in high-intensity dances, and manage facial expressions.

Every detail has been engraved into Qiongren's instinct.

This allowed him to maintain a near-perfect performance level in an extremely shocking state.

The audience in the audience looked like actors hired at a high price, and Qiong Ren could still hear the cheers of the audience neatly while wearing earphones.

"Only those who follow the light can see the light, woo~"

【woo~】

"Saveme. Saveme. Sa, Sa, Saveme, eiei~"

【Sa, Sa, Saveme, eiei~】

"I don't want to wander anymore, woo~"

【woo~】

"Takeme, Takeme, Ta, Ta, Takemeaway~"

【Ta, Ta, Takemeawayei~】

The chorus is over, and it's time for him to do the difficult moves.

Qiong Ren did somersaults on the spot, which instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience. He heard the audience screaming and calling his name, and the satisfaction in his heart was beyond words.

Qiong Ren suppressed tears and looked at the cutest fan in the world...

He saw a skeleton.

0.7 to be exact.

The part below the neck that cannot be described is a clean bone frame, and the part above the neck remains intact.

Is this also cosplay?so real.

Qiong Ren admired this superb technology.

He moved his eyes away from the 0.7 skeletons and scanned the audience.

Why do some viewers have no feet?

Could it be that the clothing material uses the principle of optics?It's just for an annual meeting, the technological content doesn't need to be so high.

That beautiful male snake is so uniquely dressed, how did you manipulate the snake's tail winding around the ground?Also too flexible.

What kind of company is Black Rope Culture? Does Cosplay have to be like this?

The handsome snake's tail seemed a little excited, and the audience beside him flew away.

Qiong Ren: "!"

Dump!fly!up!

Qiong Ren looked at the girls in the first row in horror.

The girl shouted excitedly: "Ahhhhh! Qiongren and I looked at each other, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, huh? I'm already dead hahahahaha!"

Qiong Ren felt that he might have fallen into hallucinations, and things should be like this. He suddenly saw many fans who were so happy that their hearts beat so fast that they lacked oxygen, and the lack of oxygen caused hallucinations.

Yes, that's it, logically.

He definitely didn't see the devil.

There was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in the front row. She raised her hand and pulled off her lovely head, swiping her arms boldly.

"Zai Zai is so handsome today! Pull out the mother's head to cheer up the son!"

That head fell right at Qiong Ren's feet, and the girl's beautiful eyes looked at him lovingly.

Jon Ren: "O_O"

Qiong Ren's heart trembled, his hands trembled and his body trembled.

His consciousness has been scared out of his body, and what drives him to continue performing is his strong idol instinct.

In order not to step on the head next to his feet, he used his whole life to move around.

Suddenly, the toes seemed to touch something.

Soft, round, twin ponytails.

Qiong Ren had cramps in the soles of his feet, and his whole body was numb.

The head rolled off the stage, and the girl put her head back, and carefully straightened the bow tie for herself.

The ghosts in the audience were still cheering passionately, but no one noticed that Qiong Ren was so frightened that he was about to faint.

His voice trembled slightly, his voice fluttered slightly, and his movements were slightly slow.For the audience, this is a perfect performance, and by Qiong Ren's own standards, it is the scene of a car accident.

For a while, he didn't know which was more terrifying, the car accident during the performance, or the non-human audience during the performance.

Fortunately, the song is almost over.

Suddenly all the lights were extinguished, and Qiong Ren's clear voice sounded in the darkness, like a breeze blowing through a summer pond, where there was gurgling water.

"Da da, da da, da, da da da da"

Suddenly a beam of light shines on Qiong Ren.

"Da da, da da, da, da, da da da"

When Qiong Ren made this song, his favorite part was the da da da. He hoped that the people who listened to it would have a little glimmer of ecstasy.

Like a firefly in summer, although it is faint, it is still beautiful. In the dark, it brings courage and hope to those who follow the light.

He once imagined that when he could sing this song on stage, the audience in the audience would wave the light sticks in their hands, creating a sea of ​​fireflies belonging to Qiong Ren and his fans in the venue.

Qiong Ren never imagined that his wish would be fulfilled in such a way.

The fans in the audience sang along and waved their shiny…

Head!

Two will-o'-the-wisps burned in the eye sockets of the human head, dancing warmly in the darkness.

Is this scene of waving your head like a glow stick real?

Damn, why is he so dedicated!

It would be great if he could faint easily!

Fans waving their heads is scary enough, please stop throwing them on the stage, please.

Qiong Ren glanced over, Song Emperor did not wave his head, he felt a little comforted in his heart.At least the patron's father is still reliable.

boo~

The ghost next to Emperor Song pulled out his head and handed it over flatteringly, "Your Majesty, you use this." Emperor Song waved it happily.

Qiong Ren: Destroy it, I'm tired.

The long two minutes and 59 seconds finally passed, and Qiong Ren looked at the audience, showing a bright and irreproachable smile.

"Thank you very much for coming to my performance and meeting you," he said, his throat tightened, and he couldn't help but thump, "No, I'm very happy. I look forward to seeing you next time."

"Ah, ah, mom loves you."

"Qiong Ren, you are the best!"

"Qiong Ren! Qiong Ren! Qiong Ren!"

Qiong Ren couldn't help crying.Half moved, half terrified.

Seeing his sparkling eyes, fans became even more excited.

"Don't cry, baby, mother loves you."

Amidst the shouts of fans, Qiong Ren clearly heard a thick "husband".

Husband is husband.

Qiong Ren wiped his tears expressionlessly, as if he had seen the world.

Compared with the non-human fans in the audience, what is it to call her husband, even if she is called his wife...

"Wife! Wife, you are so beautiful! Woooooo, Jiaojiao's wife is too beautiful, I don't deserve to be your husband ~"

Qiong Ren took a deep breath, waved his hands with a smile, and walked backstage.

It's the same as every idol who is reluctant to part with fans.

Secretary Jin is already waiting in the background.He looked thin and weak, but his strength was terrifying. He carried a manager weighing two hundred catties with one hand.

Qiong Ren looked around his slender wrist, almost crying.

Don't pretend yet?Are you really not pretending?Secretary Jin, you better pretend to be someone, please.

"Your manager fainted, uh... fell asleep. Let's go, let's go to the lounge first."

Without saying a word, Qiong Ren followed Secretary Jin to the lounge and watched Secretary Jin put the manager on the sofa and set him up.

He also sat down safely, put his back against the back of the sofa, spread his hands, and arranged for himself a position where he would not fall even if he fainted suddenly.

With a move in his throat, he asked the question he most wanted to know the answer to.

"Tiandi Bank...is that, Tiandi Bank...?"

Secretary Jin was a little flustered: "Ah, this..."

Qiong Ren understood, he nodded, "No wonder it sounds familiar. Then this money..."

"Don't worry, our Tiandi Bank has joined UnionPay, there will be no problem with the money, and the final payment will arrive tomorrow."

Join UnionPay, Qiong Ren nodded again.

The tight breath in his heart was released, and he seized the time to pass out.

I don't know how long after he fell into a coma, Qiong Ren gradually regained consciousness, and heard several people talking beside him.

"It's all my fault. The incense in the car went out, but I didn't notice it. They didn't inhale enough Jiangruxiang, so they saw the true nature of ghost pawns. Your Majesty, deduct my wages."

Emperor Song: "Did you make a mistake? The way we beat workers is to fish more and work less overtime. You can't lose a penny. Who will allow you to apply for deductions from wages without authorization? If you do this again, I will send you to the king of hell."

Unexpectedly, Song Diwang, the leader, would actually do such a person, and the fear in Qiong Ren's heart was instantly reduced by two thousandths.

Secretary Jin: "Shh, don't wake up Qiong Ren. He was frightened just now, let him have a good rest."

"My son's performance is really great," Song Diwang choked up in a low voice, "Secretary Jin, have you recorded it? I want to play it on a loop at home."

Secretary Jin lowered his voice: "Don't worry, my lord, our support team in the third hall has ten camera positions, and you can see ten pen-hold shots at the same time."

What?In such a bad state of performance today, there are actually ten camera seats. Is this a public execution?

Qiong Ren came to his senses completely: "I don't want to execute publicly!"

Song Diwang immediately came over and asked warmly: "How are you, son?"

Qiong Ren retreated silently.

Emperor Song comforted: "Don't be afraid. Everyone you met today has a staff, and they are civil servants in the underworld. They are very trustworthy. Anyway, you will see us again after you die. Everyone will be old acquaintances sooner or later. So Think, are you not afraid anymore?"

Emperor Song gave a thumbs up.

Qiong Ren: "..."

Suddenly he didn't want to recognize the donor's father as his father. He couldn't accept a father who took the above paragraph as comfort.

Qiong Ren's hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't exert any strength in his whole body. After throwing himself around several times, he successfully turned into a sitting position with the support of Emperor Song.

The agent was sleeping on another sofa, still awake.

Emperor Song turned his head and said to Secretary Jin, "You brought Li Shizhen here, didn't he just pass the doctor's qualification in Yangjian? Ask him to come and show Qiong Ren."

Qiong Ren's heartbeat soared to two hundred.

"No need, I'm fine, I'm just..." He lowered his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice:

"Scared of ghosts."

There was soft love in Emperor Song's eyes.

Ah, my cub is so cute, I really want to rua his head.

Emperor Song couldn't help stretching out his hand, but Secretary Jin slapped him on the back of his hand before he touched it.

After beating the boss, Secretary Jin immediately put on a gentle face.

"This is our mistake. Sorry to scare you, we are willing to make moral compensation."

Qiong Ren managed to control his voice and said: "No, use, compensation. I'm very, very happy to meet the fans. Manager, wait for him to wake up, and then ask him if you want it."

When he got off the stage, his strong idol instinct disappeared, and he uttered two hundred tildes in just a few words.

Song Emperor came to the spirit.

Wonderful!

Or Secretary Kim is smart.

Although the salary is restricted by Hades, he can give Zai Zai money in other places, such as giving Qiong Ren 1000 million spiritual compensation...

Secretary Jin saw his king's thoughts at a glance, and reminded him, "If an accident occurs during the performance and no major harm is caused, the compensation should not exceed the remuneration itself at most, as stipulated in the "Implementation Rules."

He sighed sincerely, "As expected of the King of Hades, I didn't give you a chance to take advantage of any loopholes."

While they were talking, Qiong Ren had already searched for the name Emperor Song on the Internet.

There is actually 5G here, and the speed is still very fast.

The first paragraph of Wikipedia says:

"Emperor Song, Yan Luo, the third hall of hell. His surname is Yu, and he was born on the eighth day of February. He is in charge of the great black rope hell under the southeast of the bottom of the sea."

Since it is Yan Luo of the third hall, theoretically speaking, he is not a ghost, but a god.

Indoor ghost content dropped sharply from 60% to 40%.Thinking of this, Qiong Ren's breathing became much smoother.

Seeing that his face was still pale, Emperor Song ordered: "Secretary Jin, please invite Li Shizhen."

"no need!"

Qiong Ren explained apologetically: "I'm really fine. I'm afraid of ghosts, just like some people faint from blood. I can't control it."

"What should we do? We still want to invite you to the signing event." Secretary Jin was very considerate, and pulled the driver to stand by the door, his words were full of regret.

Signing party?

Qiong Ren's ears perked up!

Is it the kind of activity where you sell albums and have close and friendly exchanges with fans at the same time?

Can a fool like him who only sold 49 albums do it?

what to do?So excited!

Although there is a signing event here, there is a high probability that the fans who come will be ghosts...

But fans of the underworld are also fans, and he cannot engage in species discrimination.

If you are afraid of ghosts or something, you can find a way to overcome it!

There is no hard work, only brave Qiong Ren!

In the eyes of Emperor Song, his father loves Yin Yin, "It's okay to be afraid, don't force yourself."

Qiong Ren clenched his fist with one hand: "People must have the courage to break through themselves, meet difficulties, and face challenges, so that they can grow.

"Please give me a chance to grow up."