The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

An Li himself has indeed learned the piano.

But it's just learned.He knew that those titles like "Little Piano Prince in the Idol World" were blown out, and his three-legged kung fu could not catch the eyes of professionals at all.

He remembered Yu Jin's heroic actions of criticizing Ding He on Weibo and directly telling Huo Chuan to shut up, so he chose to take a step back and look at the situation, and kicked the ball back to Yu Jin.

On the bright side, this is the speech of a humble junior. If Yu Jin plays well, then he doesn't have to expose himself.

And apart from the few words Huo Chuan said, no one has ever seen Yu Jin really show any talent related to music, who knows if he is setting up a person.If Yu Jin can't do it himself, he has no position to criticize others.At that time, if he tried his best to perform again, no matter how badly he played, it would still look amazing in comparison.

Besides, what if there were other dangers hidden in the piano?He always thinks about his own safety.

An Li always had a naive look when he laughed, which made people feel that no matter how outrageous things he said, he was just immature and ignorant.

Seeing that Yu Jin didn't move and seemed to be thinking about something, he felt a little proud.

Sure enough, he is a hot-mouthed player who is strong in the outside world, and he speaks clearly when criticizing others, but he can't do it by himself.

"If it's inconvenient, it's still me..."

"Convenience." Yu Jin took out the score in his hand, arranged it, sat in front of the piano, and raised his hand.

The others and the audience looked at him half curiously, half expectantly.

【Can he really play the piano? 】

[Looking at this posture, it should be yes? 】

【But I want to watch An Bao play, why did An Bao give him the chance. 】

Yu Jin put down his hand again, and turned to ask Qin Yang to borrow a knife.

【...What is he going to do? 】

【Remove the piano? 】

【Is he still playing?Could it be that he wanted to procrastinate again? 】

Qin Yang glanced at him vigilantly: "Why? No borrowing!"

Yu Jin didn't force it, nodded, and pointed to the big clock lying on the side: "Then you cut it into small pieces."

This is simply the tone of command.Qin Yang sneered: "If you want to play, play quickly, don't waste time. Maybe you can't do it at first, but you just want to find something to divert our attention?"

His words resonated with the majority of netizens. The audience began to urge on the barrage, and the little blacks waved their keyboards again.

"There may be other organs in the piano, we must prepare in advance." Ding He stepped forward and explained for him in a calm tone, "In order to improve efficiency, you should do what he said first."

Qin Yang originally wanted to say that it has nothing to do with me if he is in danger.But he soon discovered that Ding He's words were not addressed to him, but to the audience off-screen.

The audience began to urge him to act quickly, otherwise he would be given a negative warning.

Qin Yang clicked his tongue and had to split the big clock into several big wooden pieces.

He was actually very unconvinced.If you have the ability to do it with real guns, what kind of man is it to rely on others.

But now he also had to succumb to the power of the barrage.Because the audience holds his popularity score.

Yu Jin picked up the wooden block, raised his hand, and casually hammered a few times on the piano.

There were several dull and eerie tones from the piano.

【? ? ? 】

[Polite question, is this playing a whack-a-mole? 】

[I beg him not to engage in show operations anymore, if not, go down and let others do it. 】

Yu Jin lifted the wooden block, and lightly touched the thorns stuck in the wooden block.

The thorns were burned to a pinch of ashes by the tiny flames at his fingertips.

Satisfied, he threw the block aside and moved his wrist.

It turns out that if you play the wrong note, thorns will grow from the keys.If he was stabbed by these flower thorns, it should be the same as Li Cheng's end just now.

But the thorns could be burned, so he had nothing to fear.

He stared at the keys first, and simulated the playing process in his mind, trying to make himself familiar with the whole process, and strive to minimize the chance of mistakes.

He and Ding He looked at each other for the last time, and put their hands on the keys.

In order to find clues, he read the piano score several times before, and the tune was roughly memorized in his mind, and he simulated it several times in his mind. Now that he really got started, it was only a little jerky at the beginning, and gradually became smoother.

Fortunately, he usually practiced the piano at home when he didn't have to go out. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to survive a performance with his body's muscle memory alone.

An Li's smiling face was a little stiff.

Although he himself gave the opportunity to Yu Jin, but now he regrets it a little.

He knew he couldn't do better, but he just wasn't reconciled.

He kept reassuring himself that it was Yu Jin's first time playing this piece, so he would definitely make mistakes.

Yu Jin's rhythm suddenly stopped.

An Li's eyes lit up.When the opportunity came, Yu Jin made a mistake.

Yu Jin suddenly felt his fingers sink, as if something was pressing on them, making him unable to lift them up.

He didn't make a mistake.

It was like an invisible little sprout that had sprouted from the cracks in the keys, and gradually grew into flexible branches, binding his fingers to the keys.

Short, sharp thorns appear to grow from the rough surface of the branches.

His fingers curled up a little, and a layer of weak flames emerged from his fingers, scaring the transparent branches back into the piano, leaving only a few shallow puncture marks on the back of his hand.

Yu Jin's playing was only interrupted for a moment, and soon he continued in a more fluent and natural posture, and the music flowing out of his fingertips was even more mournful and moving.

This is a very sad piece of music. Both the performer and the audience are gradually immersed in the sad atmosphere created by the music.

Even An Li, who was originally jealous, couldn't help being infected by this atmosphere, and for a moment forgot his original purpose.

[I don't know why, I cried like a fool in front of the screen, my mother just came in and asked me if I was broken in love.How do I tell her I'm listening to someone else play the piano? 】

【This song sounds so sad.I cried until my cat took the initiative to give me toys to play with. 】

[Why do I feel like the piano is sparking... Am I blind? 】

Ding He's eyes moved, and he explained to the barrage in a relaxed tone: "Special effects."

The piano cover suddenly made a sound, and he held the support of the piano cover, and patted it lightly: "Steady."

A few soft vines jumped out of the piano like a giant tongue, and grew rapidly in the direction of Yu Jin.

Ding He quickly threw a few wooden blocks over, watching the vines roll back the wooden blocks, making a chewing sound.

After playing a piece, Yu Jin rested his fingers loosely on the keys, and was about to get up when he suddenly found that his fingertips were bright red, and at some point a lot of blood oozed from the gaps in the keys.

The already crumbling piano cover snapped shut, and there was a low sobbing sound from inside.

The piano score fell to the ground by itself in the absence of wind, and the writing on it blurred and turned into words.

It was a love poem.

The cabinet next to it opened by itself, and a pile of ingredients appeared inside.

Ding He took out a tissue to help him wipe his fingers carefully: "I'll wash it later."

Yu Jin looked disgusted: "Go now."

"Then go now." Ding He greeted the others and prepared to accompany him to wash his fingers.

The vampire's wicked voice sounded as promised: "The traveler who pretends to be a true heart regards love poems as a scourge, and plays sad music in the days of fear."

He continued to announce: "This is the end of today's exploration activities. Congratulations to everyone who has found all the ingredients for today. The personal live broadcast room will be closed soon."

"Now announce today's popularity reward. Today's popularity reward is to obtain the identity information of all dead members at the end of tomorrow-of course, the premise is that you are still alive."

The rewards given by vampires are never exchanged instantly, which is a loss.

"And today's punishment is that you can't participate in today's dinner, and you have to participate in the cleaning of the piano."

Not surprisingly, the popularity award belongs to Ding He.He basically has a high plate, and he didn't have any controversial behaviors in the later stage, and his popularity was unmatched.

What made Yu Jin heave a sigh of relief was that he was no longer the bottom one.In the kitchen, his speech to Ding He had already won the favor of many pure passers-by. Coupled with the piano performance just now, his popularity unexpectedly jumped to the middle.

Many people silently expressed that they were made to cry by his performance and asked him to accompany them for money.

As for An Li, many people have forgotten that he can also play the piano.

Li Cheng, Huo Chuan, and Qin Yang chased after each other in the rankings, but in the end Li Cheng was the last.

Li Cheng's face was ashen.He managed to get his life back, and now he was afraid that his life would be lost again.

It would be good to eat less, who knows what is hidden in the piano.

He looked around helplessly, trying to find someone he could rely on.

Ding He looked into his eyes, and his tone was soft like a lullaby: "Don't be afraid, you have no problem."

Yu Jin knew that Ding He was developing his followers again.

One day, everyone involved in the game will become his believer, worship him, and obey him.

Li Cheng looked at Ding He in a daze, and for some reason, a surge of courage suddenly surged in his heart.

That's right, he doesn't have to be afraid, this little punishment can definitely do nothing to him.

Li Cheng straightened his back and accepted the punishment in an extremely excited state.

As soon as the vampire finished speaking, Yu Jin walked out of the piano room first, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Ding He followed slowly, stood behind him, stretched out his arms around him, and helped him wash his fingers.

He pinched Yu Jin's finger with his fingers, rubbed it from fingertip to root, and patiently helped him wash off the blood stains on his finger.

In order to see the situation clearly, he had to lean forward, with his chest pressed against Yu Jin's back, his chin resting on his shoulder, and his warm breath in his ears.

Yu Jin pushed his elbow back, his arms retracted, clamped the opponent's arm, and coaxed into Yu Jin's ear, "The live broadcast room is closed, they can't see anything."

"...don't mess around."

"Why am I messing around?" Ding He put his rubbed red fingers under the faucet and rinsed them again, "Does washing hands count as messing around?"

Yu Jin's eyes widened a little.It's not a three-year-old anymore, who needs you to help wash your hands.

Ding He kissed him on the cheek, buried his head on his shoulder, and said sullenly: "Finally have time to be alone, let me hug for a while."

The faucet was still running water.

Yu Jin propped his hands on the edge of the pool, looking at the mirror in front of him in a daze.

He and Ding He were clearly reflected in the mirror.

Ding He wrapped his arms around him, tightly locking him in his arms, because with his head lowered, the broken hair gently rubbed against the side of his neck, bringing a slight itching and numbness.

This is a very normal action for couples, but now it is a reward for them to try secretly.

Ding He took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at the two people in the mirror, his brows and eyes were a little tired: "When can we stop pretending?"

"Wait—the last."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I don't want to live this life."

He didn't want to live like this either.but--

"I don't want to be scolded to death."

If his relationship with Ding He is exposed now, he may really be sprayed to death by Ding He's fans.

And if the players find out about this, they will inevitably join forces to deal with them.

"Don't care what they are doing so much, just keep your mouth shut if you don't like it." Ding He's voice was indifferent and irritable, and he was a different person from usual.

Yu Jin felt a little funny: "Is this how you treat your fans?"

"It's not the same," Ding He showed a gentle and soft smile, "My 'fans' will only listen to me, they will only respect you, look up to you, and will always look up to you."

The "fans" he's talking about are those believers.

"Give me a little more time, and I'll make them accept you."

Yu Jin looked at the figure in the mirror firmly: "Okay."

Soon someone came out to find them and told them to hurry to eat.

Yu Jin pushed it a few times, Ding He finally reluctantly let go, took some water, and pressed his wet hand on his face: "Quiet the fever."

Yu Jin touched his still hot face, lowered his head and washed his face vigorously to dissipate the heat on his face.