Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Qi Yang was grimacing as he disinfected the food. Hearing this, he sneered, "Am I self-harming because I have nothing better to do?"

"It's not like you haven't done this before."

"I was still in the Raiders Group then, who am I going to Raide now?"

002 curled his lips and asked, "I can temporarily transfer energy to you now. Do you need to heal?"

Qi Yang looked at his hands and shook his head: "That's it."

There was a small problem when tying the gauze. Since both hands were injured, blood would overflow if I applied a little force, resulting in a circle of blood marks on the outside of the white gauze.

The red circle was a bit dazzling. 002 stretched out his dog paw, moved it twice, and said, "I want to go through the transformation procedure after I go back."

"Then can you help me with my homework from now on?"

002:"……"

002: "When your original parents come back, how are you going to explain it?"

"If you want to drink water and break the cup and accidentally cut your hand, they won't care, let alone open it to look." Qi Yang smiled indifferently.

At first glance, Jiang Shi's life seems very happy and has always been smooth sailing. His parents never interfere with his choices, and he does whatever he wants. Even when he abandoned his studies to enter the entertainment industry, there was no strong objection.

——It may also be because he achieved good results in "Chasing Dreams" at that time, made a name for himself, and his star path seemed extremely bright at first glance.

This may be a free home, but it is not warm at all, and even a little cold.

"What about the wound on your arm?"

"Want to bet?"

002 looked at him for a while, then looked away: "No gambling."

Qi Yang smiled, found a broom and dustpan on the balcony, cleaned the glass, found a box, poured the water into it, took a rag to wipe the water on the table and the floor, and then changed the gauze.

When Jiang's father and mother came home from get off work in the evening, they saw the condition of his hand and symbolically asked him how serious it was. They then told him to go to the community clinic and that was all.

With his hands in this condition, he couldn't use his phone or computer, so 002 found him a comedy movie and showed it to him. After a long while, he said, "You're famous."

Qi Yang was watching a movie and laughing so hard that he couldn't stop laughing. Hearing this, he said casually, "The title is 'Shocking! A new anchor actually did this while singing'?"

002: "...You understand the title. Your voice is really amazing. Some netizens' Cokes were sprayed like fountains by your voice, and some cups were broken by their phones. Of course, they are no match for you. Others' voices get hurt by singing, but you hurt your hands."

Qi Yang suddenly became alert: "Encrypt this part for me today, and don't tell anyone when you go back, not even the leader."

"Oh." 002 rolled his eyes.

Because of his injury, Qi Yang became lazy again. 002 just found various movies for him to watch and didn't urge him anymore.

Two days later, Qi Yang remembered the live broadcast when he received the express delivery. He glanced at the glaring sunlight outside the window and asked the delivery boy to help pile the things in the corner of the living room.

When he opened the live broadcast software again, he found that the number of followers had grown to more than 600,000, and the backstage private messages exploded.

After receiving the reminder that he had started broadcasting, a large number of netizens suddenly flocked into the live broadcast room. They were very curious about this strange man who sang so hard that a cup exploded and got injured.

But Qi Yang didn't turn on the camera, which made people disappointed and questioned whether it was hype.

This group of fun-loving people can no longer see the fun in themselves, and many of them have turned into trolls.

The comments were so dense that Qi Yang's eyes hurt. There were too many questions and he couldn't respond to them one by one, so he ignored them all, opened the music app, and continued singing the playlist from the day before.

When he opened his mouth, the speed of the barrage of comments slowed down visibly.

Many people just want to come and watch the fun. They may not listen to music at ordinary times, and may even point fingers at the superstars. But at this moment, they can't help but slow down their breathing, their restless hearts are soothed, and they fall into the calmness and tranquility of the song.

According to legend, the sirens' song has the power to captivate people's minds.

If sirens really existed in this world, their songs would probably sound like this.

Qi Yang's eyes fell on the time in the lower right corner of the computer and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Half past two, just right.

A restaurant of a subsidiary of the Success Group.

In order to enhance employee cohesion, allow them to relax and improve communication, there will be a half-hour afternoon tea time at 2:30 pm.

There was melodious light music playing in the restaurant, and everyone was chatting and laughing, enjoying fruit snacks and tea.

In the past, they would finish quickly and return to their workstations to avoid a certain supervisor, but this time, several tables were clearly slacking off.

The automatic sensor door opened silently, and three figures appeared at the door, but rarely attracted any attention.

Ren Yi was wearing a well-tailored gray-green suit and sitting in a wheelchair as usual, with his lower body covered by a thin gray blanket.

He doesn't like crowds, but the old man thinks it is a fine tradition of the company and repeatedly reminds him to "have fun with the people", but the result is often that everyone feels uncomfortable.

Instead of the expected silence, he glanced around, not able to help but feel surprised, raised his hand to stroke the corner of his lips, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, but in the end did not say anything.

Behind him followed his two personal assistants, both wearing white shirts, black vests and white gloves, with their short hair neatly groomed. Even when standing behind Ren Yi, they habitually maintained a certain humility.

They were also a little surprised by today's anomaly, but without receiving instructions from Ren Yi, they temporarily suppressed their doubts.

As they passed a table, the clear and ethereal singing voice overwhelmed the light music and entered the ears of the three people. It seemed to have magic and instantly caught their attention.

Ren Yi was slightly startled, and his hands on the armrest clenched unconsciously. He subconsciously raised his hand and signaled the assistant to stop.

"What are you listening to?"

Hearing the familiar voice with a hint of coldness, even though the tone was considered calm, the four employees at the table suddenly turned pale, as if they had fallen from heaven to hell. They subconsciously stood up and stood respectfully.

"Hello, Mr. Ren."

"explain."

One of them was one level higher in rank and felt that he had to take care of the younger brothers and sisters, so he said, "It was a host singing. Mr. Ren, it's afternoon tea time now, and we didn't break the rules."

The song in the phone slowly stopped, and the anchor began to speak intermittently.

"I won't turn on the camera today, there's nothing to see... hype? You think so, right? Welcome everyone to recreate it, it's better to get hurt together than to get hurt alone... I really won't turn it on, hiss——, having money makes you the boss..."

Two seconds later, the background music from the phone stopped.

Ren Yi's eyes fell on the extremely quiet phone. One of the assistants immediately came forward, took the phone and turned it in the right direction for him to look at.

A pair of hands wrapped in gauze appeared on the screen. The palms and wrists were wrapped tightly, revealing ten slender and beautiful fingers. However, there were several scars on them, which had formed scabs but had not fallen off yet, and looked a bit unsightly.

"It still hurts... Fortunately, it's my hand that's injured, not my face... Boss, no matter how much money you give me, I won't show my face. I only sell my art, not my looks... I swear to resist forced buying and selling... If you do this again, I'll call the police... Where is the setting..."

The barrage and rewards stopped instantly, and then slowly disappeared.

"Okay, everyone, just listen to me sing. Is my singing not good? Do you have to pay attention to my face?"

The host snorted and laughed, with a hint of dissatisfaction, but the ending tone rose slightly, sounding a bit like a spoiled child.

When the song started again, Ren Yi looked away and the assistant returned the phone.

They pushed him to his usual seat, one of them waited quietly by the side, while the other went to get him an afternoon tea that suited his taste.

When the assistant came back, he saw Ren Yi staring at his mobile phone, and a familiar app was loading.

He looked up and met the gaze of another assistant, only to find that both of them were filled with confusion.