Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

002 had been keeping an eye on Ren Yi's movements, and was surprised to find that he had downloaded the app and registered an account to search for "Voice of the Siren".

How long has it been?

The total duration of Qi Yang’s live broadcast has not even reached one hour, and there is no mention in the information that Ren Yi likes to listen to music.

The barrage and rewards were turned off, Qi Yang sang quietly, and everyone listened quietly.

Just before the broadcast ended, Qi Yang's doorbell rang suddenly. He paused the music and went to get the express delivery. When he opened it, he saw that it was a suona.

He sat back in front of the computer, tested the sound, and asked, "Is the friend who wanted to listen to the suona the day before yesterday here? The guy is here."

Qi Yang unlocked the barrage, and the right side immediately began to scroll frantically again. His eyes hurt, and he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, saying, "If you want to listen, call 111, if you don't want to listen, turn off the sound, and that friend, call 999."

The barrage of comments all changed to "111" and "..." in unison, and with Qi Yang's eyesight he almost didn't see the lone "999".

[Is it necessary to play this suona?]

Qi Yang noticed that many people were posting the same comments, and said aggrievedly, "I already bought it. It cost several hundred yuan."

Some people were calling for rewards, and some were asking him if he could play other instruments, but Qi Yang had already looked away and started searching the music library. He found a song called "囍", familiarized himself with the lyrics and tune, and his fingers moved up and down on the sound holes from time to time.

Just listening to him humming the tune and tapping his fingertips on the suona, many people couldn't help but think that such musical talent would be terrible if he hadn't practiced in advance.

Many guilds and entertainment companies sent people to lurk in the live broadcast room to get information. Seeing this, they were all tempted and sent private messages again. The live broadcast platform was also trying to contact Qi Yang, but the news also fell on deaf ears.

Qi Yang adjusted his state and tried to sing two lines, then made an "OK" gesture to the camera.

"Come on, friends, please enjoy the performance of JS, the Siren Voice."

After the prelude, when the ethereal and ethereal voice sounded, it instantly pierced the eardrums of everyone in the live broadcast room, especially those wearing headphones, who felt as if their souls were trembling.

People were sitting at home, but there seemed to be a white mist around them. A red sedan slowly approached, and people were whispering all around...

When the sound of suona sounded, this group of netizens were almost sent away along with the sedan chair. The entire screen was occupied by a huge suona. The netizens in the live broadcast room were sweating profusely, gnashing their teeth and turning down the volume in a helpless manner.

After the song ended, Qi Yang said "bye" and turned off the live broadcast without saying a word when the next broadcast would be. The netizens in the live broadcast room, whose revenue had rapidly increased to seven figures, were left cursing.

Ren Yi threw away the increasingly hot phone, raised his hand to press his brows, pursed his lips, and it was unknown what he was thinking. His aura became increasingly gloomy.

When he accidentally touched the mouse, the computer lit up again. He saw the time in the lower right corner. His whole body stiffened, anger appeared in his dark eyes, and then he fell into deep thought again.

He took out a cigar from the drawer, and the assistant who had been sitting stiffly beside him for almost two hours came forward silently, cut off the cap for him, lit it, and handed it to his mouth.

Ren Yi raised his hand to take it, opened his rosy lips and bit it gently, slowly inhaled, and after a while slowly exhaled from between his teeth.

In the midst of smoke, he looked at his phone again and said in a deep voice, "Edit the song sung by that anchor and send it to me."

The assistant had never expected such a task. He was stunned for a second and said, "Okay, Mr. Ren, do you need to check his personal information?"

Ren Yi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but did not give any clear instructions.

The assistant bowed his head and said, "I understand."

He went out and contacted two people, one to edit the audio, and the other to look up the anchor in case the employer really needed him later.

The assistant was very efficient and finished editing all the audios before dark, removing background noise and giving the financier the best possible listening experience.

At night, accompanied by the tinkling sounds of knocking and the ethereal and pleasant singing, Ren Yi fell asleep unknowingly. Then, he jumped as if he had been electrocuted by a burst of high notes. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of bad temper from being woken up.

But there is no one around to take over this morning grumpiness.

He pressed his aching temple, his mind a little fuzzy, and after a while he noticed his ringing cell phone. He turned the audio back a bit and was immediately struck by the high pitch again, his sleepiness gone.

His hand holding the phone slowly tightened, his breath gradually became dangerous, he slid his thumb to switch to the next audio, and when he reached the end, he heard the sound of suona as expected.

The sound that sounded pleasant to his ears during the day, now made his head ache in the dead of night.

One of the two assistants received a midnight call. He glanced at the time, suppressed the greeting that was rising in his throat, and asked respectfully with all his professionalism, "Mr. Ren, what can I do for you?"

"Delete the last songs of both audios for me."

The unlucky guy was not the one in charge of cutting cigars, and he agreed in confusion. With the idea of ​​​​rather than letting his comrades die, he also called his colleague at midnight and asked him to contact the person.

……

On the other side, Qi Yang rolled onto the bed after the broadcast ended. He lay there for a while, calculated the start time of school in his mind, and then buried his head in the pillow.

The air conditioner was on in the room. He hugged the air conditioner and lay there for a while. He was still sweating from the suffocation and his skin turned slightly red. The hem of his pajamas rolled up, revealing his waist and a part of his waistline.

"What's wrong with you?" 002 wondered.

Qi Yang looked at it with anticipation: "Yan Yan, why don't we save up some merit to install an advanced shapeshifting function, and then you can help me go to school in the future?"

002:"……"

It smothered his head with the quilt and said, "Go on."

Qi Yang groaned a few times, poked his head out from under the quilt, with his hair flying all over his head. He looked at it accusingly, his pair of puppy eyes moist and full of murderous power.

002 said helplessly: "Do you really think so? If I really install it one day, will you really let me do it for you?"

Qi Yang pursed his lips and then retracted them, feeling that his son was becoming increasingly difficult to deceive.

002 patted his head through the quilt and asked, "Do you want to hear about the situation over at Ren Yi?"

Qi Yang responded sullenly.

002 gave a brief summary and finally asked for his opinion: "Should I encrypt your information?"

"Need not."

"Okay. One more thing. Someone just sent you a message asking if you want to go out and play basketball tomorrow."

Qi Yang kicked off the quilt, spread out on the bed, and sighed: "I don't want to move, it's too hot, but this is normal social interaction."

002 looked at him without saying anything, waiting for his next words.

"Well, go ahead, it's time to exercise. Your abdominal muscles are about to degenerate."