After I left the entertainment industry to farm, I became a top star

This group of delivery boys who transported poultry were all left behind by Ning Moran in the end. The reason: to build a chicken coop!

"I'm sorry, the chicken coop I prepared before is not enough." Xun Yin apologized by giving each of them a lunch box.

The little buddy who drove the mech rumbled to the mountain to cut trees, and then rumbled back to build a shed held a lunch box and purred happily: "It's okay, it's okay, please contact us next time you have such a job!"

Xun Yin: "... there shouldn't be any, right?"

He will inquire about the size of the pigs before raising them next time!

The new chicken shed was set up on the hill behind the house to prevent the chickens, ducks and geese from trampling on the crops. On the way down the hill, Xun Yin released Xiaomei.

Xiaomei: "Bang!"

Landed into a bucket again.

It's a pity that even if the mamba snake transforms into a star beast, it's still smaller than this group of chickens, ducks and geese. It can only be rolled up and thrown back one by one. Although there is no need to worry about it stealing chickens to eat, but...

Xun Yin stroked the snake's head affectionately, and said, "Work hard first, and then I will find a dog to share your work."

Xiaomei: "Hiss!"

Before leaving, Xun Yin beat the group of chickens, ducks and geese one by one to make sure they were obedient, and then went down the mountain.

He fanned himself with a goose feather in his hand, thinking: Why are these poultry a bit bald?

Of course it's because Ning Moran beat them up last night!

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A week's time is fleeting in playing the piano, farming live broadcasts, raising chickens, ducks and geese.

Soon, it was the day that Xun Yin and Luo Ruiyu made an appointment to merge their live broadcast rooms.

"are you ready?"

Early in the morning, Ning Moran submitted a merge application to the system as an administrator.

"It seems that there is nothing to prepare..." Xun Yin wiped the harp with a silk handkerchief, and sat on the piano bench to watch Luo Ruiyu's live broadcast.

He is much more diligent than Xun Yin. Xun Yin only broadcasts live for six hours a day, while Luo Ruiyu live broadcasts for more than 12 hours.

It is said that those who work hard will not have bad luck. He has accumulated more than 800 million fans in his live broadcast room.

800 million!

These fans are cheering him on:

[Report from the First Support Team of the Central Academy of Arts! 】

[Brother, come on! 】

[Brother, I asked someone about the sales volume of the holographic helmet. I heard that the Central Star only sold 580 million units. There are a total of [-] galaxies in the Federation, and nearly one-tenth of the people are fans of your live broadcast room. You will definitely win! 】

【Senior Brother Luo, I asked my classmates from the Central Comprehensive University next door to support you. Unfortunately, their teacher stayed behind for something today. They should be here soon. There are thousands of people! 】

The other fans in the live broadcast room were both envious and secretly refreshed:

[Worthy of being the light of Central Arts, the prince of music, hit the cards on the ceiling! 】

[The fan group formed by Yang University and Yang Yi, this is probably the most valuable fan group in history, right? 】

[A group of the proud sons of heaven waved flags and shouted for me, cheering and cheering, I dare not even dream of such a thing. 】

【Why is Mr. Luo an artist and we are just ordinary people?Classes are different! 】

Luo Ruiyu politely said thank you, and reminded the fans with a smile: "This challenge is just to clear my father's name. Even if the opponent loses, please don't make things difficult for him, after all, he is still a child."

[How can there be a child in his 20s, senior brother, you are just too kind! 】

[Yes, he deliberately slandered Master Luo and Mr. Luo, that's bad! 】

[Even if you are my idol, don't persuade me!See if I can't spray him to death later! 】

Luo Ruiyu shook his head helplessly, saying that he couldn't stand the group of fans who defended himself, so he had to put this topic aside.

"Are you ready?" Xun Yin didn't bother to read any more.

He rolled up his sleeves.

Ning Moran saw it from the corner of his eye, and coughed lightly: "Hitting is not allowed in the live broadcast room."

"If I don't hit him, I will dissipate the heat!"

"...Oh." Ning Moran regretfully took back the words "I want to hit you and I will accompany you back to Seablue Star to fight".

At this time, the harp on the homepage of the live broadcast room rotated and gradually turned into a star, smashing through the silent sea of ​​stars below, and flew towards another bright star far away.

The two stars circled each other to confirm, and then gradually merged, the glowing halos merged together, and the fans of the two live broadcast rooms also merged together.

When the glare gradually dissipated, before the two anchors had time to log in again, the fans on both sides took a look at each other——

On one side, 800 million people!

On the other side, 8000 million people.

"what?!"

Looking at it again, it was still 8000 million. No wonder it took so long to merge the live broadcast room!

Luo Ruiyu specially chose the live broadcast challenge during the recording period of "Survival Challenge", and invited three guests who participated in the show together, and they all agreed, even Bai Fan, who had always been against him, was no exception.

The one who exclaimed was the little Hua Manlu who always fawned over Luo Ruiyu. She took off her helmet, her face was still full of shock, and she crackled like a cannonball: "Mr. Luo, you have to be careful, there are nearly two [-] million fans!"

This disparity in comparison made Luo Ruiyu's heart skip a beat. Considering that the camera of the show was filming, he didn't say anything, but Man Lu spoke out for him: "How is it possible? Xun Yin must have used some method, did he buy it?" Marines?"

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Luo Ruiyu's face, and he said gently, "It's okay. Since it's a music competition, of course the final round will be based on the level of the music. I believe the audience has their own judgment."

Man Lu was still full of anger, according to his "simple and straightforward" personality, he threw the holographic helmet aside, and said: "I don't have such good self-cultivation as you, Teacher Luo, so I don't like people cheating, I'll rest for a while , wait until the time of voting to go online, please notify me—”

This sentence is said to the staff on the side.

"Okay, okay." The staff agreed repeatedly.

No one noticed that the place where Man Lu threw his helmet away was above the restraint cage with the mamba snake.

It walked around hissing, staring at everyone present with hatred, and when it suddenly raised its head up, it somehow triggered the helmet's mental power verification program.

[Psychic power detected, do you want to log in to the holographic live broadcast? 】

[Hiss. 】

The helmet jumps to the login interface before Man Lu quit, which is also the live broadcast room where Xun Yin and Luo Ruiyu competed.

in the live room.

It will take some time for the two anchors to log in. The 800 million fans in the live broadcast room do not know which one started, and the trash talk started.

【vase! 】

[Rely on face! 】

【not educated! 】

[Bring yourself to shame! 】

"Oh..." Xun Yin's fans were only notified last night that the host had accepted a challenge from a colleague, and now they learned the details of this challenge belatedly.

[It turned out that it was a challenge from a rising musician from the Federation, the son of a master, a prince of music, and a top student from a prestigious school to a waste vase with a big talk, a big face, a pretty face, and an elementary school education! 】

【Understood!Our anchor teacher must be the prince of music! 】

[No wonder the anchor teacher is unwilling to show his face. He wants to tell us that appearance can't represent everything, and the beauty of the soul is the real beauty!Talented people will not be knocked down by appearance! 】

[Wuuuuu was moved by the good intentions of the anchor teacher, no matter how beautiful the vase is, my love for the anchor teacher will not waver! 】

After being told by the bullet screen, the fans on Xunyin's side agreed with each other, and they also began to scold the vase of evil, even more fiercely and sincerely than the other side.

Telling you to bully our anchor teacher, how good-looking is it?Just scold!

Even fans with relatively high cultural literacy began to compose poems on the spot——

[Jun Mowu, don’t you see, Yuhuan Feiyan is dusty! 】

The fan opposite: 【………】

shocked.

[I heard that the vase has a lot of black fans, and its reputation is well-deserved. 】

They are all chasing the live broadcast room!

In such a chaotic situation where friends and foes could not be distinguished, one side of the live broadcast room lit up, and the outline was outlined by flowing lines. Luo Ruiyu appeared on the scene with his "Colorful Big Moth Bullet Cotton Machine".

The cursing towards the vase stopped for a moment, and his fans were naturally rejoiced, throwing countless roses in the rain.

On the other side-

【Uh……】

[Forgive us for our ignorance of marginal stars, but the big vase on the Federation side is at this level? 】

Objectively speaking, Luo Ruiyu is not ugly, he has a nose and eyes, but if he must be said to be a big vase who is beautiful and murderous, then——

[Stop insulting the vase, vase is shameless? 】

In short, they circled around Luo Ruiyu in the holographic live broadcast for most of the day, and finally came to a conclusion:

[What vase?He must have invited the navy!Just blow hard! 】

I have to say that although the reasoning process is a bit crooked, this conclusion is completely correct.

Soon, fans didn't have time to pay attention to the question of [how much did such a face cost to hold a vase], because their beloved anchor teacher is also online!

The familiar mosaic is still covering the whole body, there is no eyebrow sculpting, facial hairspray like Luo Ruiyu, and a ridiculously expensive high-end suit.

but……

A fan asked:

[Is it my illusion?Why do I think the anchor teacher is more beautiful than the vase? 】

【…】

【+1】

【normal. 】The professor from the Central Comprehensive University showed the doggerel learned from the anchor: 【This is called sex is not charming, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder! 】

【Teacher, come on! 】

Xun Yin opened her eyes amidst the sound of cheering, and looked around——

There are too many bullet screens scolding vases, right?Are Luo Ruiyu's fans so powerful?

But he is not afraid!He is a macho man who can peck with the seven-meter-tall goose-billed Emperor Dragon!

It took a month before and after this challenge, and it has indeed dragged on long enough, so it is no wonder that the fans are emotional.Now that the helmet is sold and the money is in hand, Luo Ruiyu has no more use. Xun Yin stretched out his hand to pluck the strings and said, "One song will determine the outcome?"

It's Xunyin!

It's him!

Although the visitor's whole body was covered by the mosaic, Luo Ruiyu was sure of it when he made a sound, and his pupils shrank slightly inward.

Luo Ruiyu raised his hand to stop the fans from asking Xun Yin to show his face. In his opinion, it is better to hide that attractive face in the mosaic than to show it.

"As you wish." He turned sideways slightly, revealing the colorful "Colorful Big Moth Bullet Cotton Machine", and said: "This is the 'Phoenix Head Konghou', an ancient galaxy musical instrument restored by my father. There are only two left, and mine is called 'Fengyin', inscribed by a famous calligrapher."

[Say it again, what is this instrument? 】The barrage that surged up suddenly covered the sky and covered the sky, covering the line of sight.

Luo Ruiyu was a little surprised, but still said: "Phoenix-headed harp, phoenix singing!"

【………】

【fart! 】

The first one who couldn't hold back was a professor who has always been very self-cultivated. He devoted his whole life to the field of ancient Milky Way culture research. In his mind, the ancient Milky Way is elegant, timeless, and unparalleled in the world.

It’s okay if you haven’t seen the real Phoenix-headed harp before, but if you’ve seen the noble and elegant real thing, let’s look at this clumsy imitation...

The professor didn't care to think about what was wrong with Luo Ruiyu's words just now, and criticized the so-called "phoenix-headed harp" like crazy:

[Vulgar, shallow, kitsch!Dongshi imitates!Ugly without knowing it! 】

Because he just scolded the flower vase so well, he was followed by many people in the live broadcast room. Luo Ruiyu's fans all cited him as a confidant, but in the blink of an eye, this "confidant" slashed back.

The people on Luo Ruiyu's side were stunned.

——If it’s not you, why are you still attacking indiscriminately?

The professor was so pissed off by the scolding that he wanted to drag out two more sentences, but saw the anchor teacher whom he deeply respected raise his hand.

【Humph! 】

Wait until class to scold!

Xun Yin showed off his phoenix-headed harp. He hadn't named the harp yet, but Luo Ruiyu had just declared his family name. If he didn't respond, he would inevitably lose his momentum.

Is Xun Yin the kind of person who bows his head?no!

He calmly said: "My konghou is also built by a famous craftsman with extraordinary materials. As for its name..."

Using his finger as a knife, he carved the three Chinese characters [Dichlorvos] on the blank space under the phoenix head.

Originally I wanted to call it [Insect Killer], which happened to match Luo Ruiyu's [Feng Yin], but if Su Xun knew this name...

Xun Yin thinks about it, let's forget it.Mr. Su is not easy for her.

[Enemy, enemy, fear. 】

The professor chewed on these three words, feeling a murderous aura rushing towards his face, and the handwriting was carved with a knife and pen, every turning point is extremely sharp, ten death without life, and the pen is dangerous and steep, which makes people wake up suddenly , broke out in a cold sweat.

Close your eyes and look inside, as if a row of extremely sharp knives appeared on your mental strength.

[Good word! 】

He couldn't help but privately @自己农典的诗书家老朋友: [Old Li, look at this word...]

【Grandmaster!Definitely a calligraphy master! 】The old friend was more excited than him: 【Dichlorvos, Dichlorvos, good words, better meanings! 】

Although the murderous words and the light and elegant musical instruments do not match together, but because the performer is the inscriber, even this last trace of dissonance can be ignored.

The calligrapher sincerely thanked and said: [Thanks to your old friend, otherwise I would have been almost invited by my junior to cheer for the son of a certain art association member. 】

How can an artist's son's small troubles be compared to watching a calligrapher's inscription with his own eyes?

The calligrapher even felt that the realm that had troubled him for many years was loosened in the process of observing the inscriptions, and he couldn't help but look forward to the performance in the future.

[The ancients said that poetry, books, qin, and paintings are all in one, and those who can master these four are the real celebrities.I am ashamed that my talents are shallow, and I have exhausted my whole life energy on one of the "books". I have never seen a genius who can do all four things. I wonder what kind of surprise this anchor teacher can bring me? 】

[In any case, watching this live broadcast today is definitely worth the money. I think those old friends who were invited by the younger brother to join the artist son will regret it after hearing my experience, right? 】

The calligrapher smiled contentedly.

It's a pity that there are currently too many people online in the live broadcast room, and he can't check them one by one, otherwise he will find that those "old friends who went to cheer for the artist" are actually by his side.

Teacher Song, who invited this group of people, sweated slightly on his forehead, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

In the private chat box next to him, a group of calligraphers happily said: [The word "Fengyin" was inscribed by Lao Song, right? 】

[It's Lao Song's handwriting. 】

[The pen is skillful, agile and natural, not bad, not bad... It seems that before we knew it, Lao Song had improved again. 】

[Everyone is ridiculous. 】

This happened shortly before Xun Yin titled the word "Dichlorvos".

And after his inscription.

【………】

In the private chat, no one spoke for more than a minute.

Teacher Song, who was still complacent, gave a wry smile, and looked at the two musical instruments and the two inscriptions that were less than ten meters apart.

Others don't say anything, but he knows in his heart that when the two are compared, the judge will be judged.

He lost badly.

Just in line with what the barrage said just now [kitsch, superficiality, imitation, ugly without knowing it. 】

[...It's because I'm not as skilled as others. 】Teacher Song took a deep breath and admitted.

This came alive in the private chat:

[It can't be said that, the inscription is one aspect, but the effect it presents has a lot to do with the instrument itself. 】

[The appearance of the "Dichlorvos" on the opposite side is very solemn and elegant, which complements the inscription. In comparison, the "Fengyin" piano is too fancy and loses its charm, and even the inscription of Lao Song is somewhat covered up. 】

Teacher Song accepted the comfort from his friends and felt a lot better. He glanced at Luo Ruiyu with complicated eyes.

If I didn't owe Master Luo Yiwen a favor, if I didn't want to support him, I wouldn't be ashamed in public...

Teacher Song knew it was wrong, but he still complained to Luo Ruiyu. When his friends asked "Who shall we vote for?", he did not canvass for Luo Ruiyu as he had said before, but said with fairness: " Since it's a music competition, let's use the sound of the piano to judge the outcome. You and I are both artists, and we still have basic appreciation skills. Presumably, no one will question the results we have recognized!"

"Old Song said it well!" The arrogance of the calligraphers was stimulated by his words, and they all agreed, and they sat upright, ready to listen carefully to the difference between the two "Phoenix-headed Konghou".

"You come first?" Xun Yin sat leisurely on the piano bench. The background behind him was still the sun room on the rose beta star. The golden sunlight passed through the crystal strings, reflecting a bright and moving glow. When you pluck it, the strings tremble slightly, as if there are invisible ripples spreading around.

After all, Luo Ruiyu also graduated from the Orthodox Conservatory of Music. After hearing the clear melody, he knew that Xun Yin was not lying when he said that he knew some music. He did not refuse, but said: "Okay, I will show my shame first, and you will be the finale for me."

Xun Yin smiled slightly and didn't answer his words.

Luo Ruiyu looked around before putting his hands on the strings.

The holographic live broadcast can simulate the effect of a grand theater. When he switched to the performance mode, he saw that the edge of the live broadcast room was infinitely extended, surrounded by steps with invisible faces, and different IDs floating above their heads.

This is just the effect of the holographic live broadcast simulation. If the 800 million viewers are presented in front of them, the visual effect will be a thousand times or ten thousand times that of the current one. No theater can accommodate these people. .

Luo Ruiyu imagined in his mind that they were intoxicated, mad, and crazy for him, kneeling on the ground like a dog, prostrating and kissing the toes of his shoes, his blood gradually boiled hot, his mind felt dizzy from this spectacular scene, deep in his pupils Shrunk into a golden-green slit.

He knew he could do it, maybe in the live broadcast room, the charm of the music would be weakened a bit, but what did it matter?

He doesn't need everyone to become his loyal dog, he just wants them to hate Xun Yin, humiliate Xun Yin, attack him, destroy him, and end this ridiculous challenge.

He is going to win!

Thinking about it this way, it's great to be the first to play!

A magnificent piano sound resounded, and thousands of "tiles" on Luo Ruiyu's strings hummed in unison, emitting a silent resonance. The sound waves were like a soft and dense silk net, carefully attached to the surface of the spiritual force along the eardrum , and set off countless fibrous roots.

It hungrily absorbs spiritual power, and at the same time transmits strange fluctuations to every nerve, every drop of brain, until they resonate mesmerizingly with the sound of music.

In the virtual space formed by the signal, the professor suddenly rubbed his temples hard, feeling dizzy, and the strange trembling was transmitted to the limbs along with the cerebral cortex, making him numb all over and unable to control himself.

Normally, the professor would think that this music has a strong influence on him, which is the proof of the artist's level.But at this moment, his heart is full of disgust for Luo Ruiyu, but his actions are involuntarily influenced by the music.

The music conveyed joyful and frenzied emotions, so he raised the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly and danced in the live broadcast room.

"No! Stop!" He yelled in a hoarse voice, but it couldn't reach the outside of the live broadcast room. Only a bullet screen was generated with his thoughts, and it merged with the fans' crazy bullet screen.

【awesome! 】

[This is the musician. 】

【I'm so happy, why are you so happy? 】

【Just keep being happy like this, I don’t want to think about anything anymore, let this music never stop...】

Luo Ruiyu glanced forward from the corner of his eye, with a hint of complacency in his eyes, his movements became heavier, the sound of the music turned sharper, and the transparent "tiles" hanging on the strings knocked and rubbed against each other under the action of the strings, A more confusing noise is transmitted, like a heavy drum beating on the spiritual power, which makes the emotions that have been lifted to a climax by the sound of the music suddenly drop, setting off waves of anger that are higher than the waves.

[Don't become like this, return to the original melody, please. 】

【Why?Who are you angry about?Is it Xun Yin? 】

[It's his fault, it's him who is slandering such a beautiful piano sound, he ruined everything!Damn him! 】

[Go to die, die to die! ! 】

The head was dizzy for a while, the professor's eyes were sometimes red and sometimes clear, as if there were two selves confronting each other in his mind, one was so angry that he wanted to destroy everything, and the other just wanted to escape from this strange live broadcast.

His mental power kept breaking free from the shackles of the sound waves, and finally accidentally touched an audio file saved in the favorites.

The "Quiet Night Thoughts" that the graduate student once sent him to enjoy slowly sounded. Although he still couldn't fight against the strange sound waves, it made the professor awake for a moment longer.

He seized this moment of sobriety, turned the volume of the live broadcast room to the minimum, turned his head away from looking at Luo Ruiyu and his strange instrument, and felt much better.

The professor read the barrage in shock, and was shocked by the content that was beyond common sense and shattered.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed: "No wonder a vase dares to challenge the anchor teacher, he is really abnormal."

"Students always talk about "the Gu king of the entertainment circle" and "the queen of the entertainment circle". Don't these people really know how to refine Gu?"

The professor has already planned to use his contacts to investigate this vase, so as to prevent him from continuing to develop in the entertainment industry!

He comforted the anchor teacher: [Don't pay attention to these bullet screens, his music is not right, it makes people feel uncomfortable. 】

After speaking, he looked back and saw that the mosaic did not move for a long time. The professor's heart skipped a beat: Could the anchor teacher also be bewitched by this evil music?

As soon as the thought came to his mind, the mosaic covering Xun Yin's surroundings shook, and a hand seemed to stretch out to the back of his neck, tearing something off.

then……

The professor's eyes widened. Under the mosaic was a face that he couldn't even imagine. His bright eyes stared forward, as if he was looking for someone to comfort him. Then he nodded, and his red lips curled up. Spit out two words.

The professor couldn't help approaching, and saw clearly the mouth shape of the anchor teacher.

What he said was-

"bed bugs."

The spirit froze, as if being scraped by a blade, the professor turned up the volume a little bit, relying on the face of the anchor teacher to resist the influence of the piano sound on the mental strength, and then carefully distinguished——

Among the rapid, frantic, and crazy sounds of the piano, covered by the melodious melody, it was really like the sound of insects' wings rubbing against each other.

He couldn't help but shudder.

Until the end of the song.

Luo Ruiyu held down the strings, stopped the vibration of the tiles attached to it, looked around at the crowded "dogs", and said to them: "Please vote for me later."

[Mr. Anchor! 】

Xun Yin: "Hush."

He pasted the jamming chip on the back of his neck, and raised his head to face Luo Ruiyu's mocking smile.

"After listening to my piece, can you continue to play?"

Yes, why not?

When anger suddenly rose in the hearts of some fans who were not bewitched like the professor, Xun Yin acted as if nothing had happened. He asked, "Do you want to gamble again? 250 billion, bet on me to win."

Do you still have money to bet against me?

"Squeak—" Luo Ruiyu exerted so much force that he almost broke the strings.

He tried his best to calm himself down, showing a stiff smile: "Forget about gambling, it's your turn, please."

"I'm all ears to the sound of the piano that can make my father feel ashamed."

I don't know if it was intentional, but he turned on the projection function of the barrage, and countless extreme, insulting, and threatening comments were clearly displayed in front of Xun Yin.

【You are not worthy to play the harp! 】

【Your music is rubbish!Same rubbish as you! 】

[Take your dichlorvos and get out of the live broadcast room! 】

[I am ashamed to have been your fan! 】

【Damn you! 】

"Sorry, my hands are slippery." Luo Ruiyu smiled without sincerity, planning to turn off the projection.

Xun Yin: "Wait."

He stopped the other party's behavior and asked him to change the projection and hang it in front of his eyes.

Luo Ruiyu: "???"

Xun Yin smiled meaningfully: "I'm sorry, I just like to see people who once looked down on me kneel down and sing conquest to me."

When he said this, he thought of the [Koukou anchor who subtly rules the whole family] who was undergoing surgery in the hospital.

Luo Ruiyu: "..."

He thought Xun Yin was crazy.

"Then please." Luo Ruiyu signaled.

He didn't think he would lose.

——Until an extremely clear sound of the zither sounded like a broken silver bottle, and the sound of swords and swords broke through the chaos that shrouded the live broadcast room.

Xun Yin temporarily changed his repertoire.

""Xia Ke Xing"." Amidst the excited konghou voice, he read in a low voice:

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu Gou is frosty and snowy... Killing one person in ten steps will never stop you from traveling a thousand miles."

The sound of the piano, which is as cold and clear as snow, and as murderous as a blade, turns into countless sharp blades, rolling towards the invisible "sound waves" clinging to the spiritual power.

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The author has something to say:

Today's viewers still don't know that their anchor teacher is the vase [Tan Shou].