Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

J God is a person, no one knows it, and a famous healer in the country.

He debuted in the C position of playing the harp. He only broadcasts live broadcasts once a week for 20 minutes at a time. He does not show his face and does not market it. It is low-key and terrible.

Everyone only knew that he was a man, but they didn't know what he looked like or what his name was.

The harp he plays has healing powers and is great for people who are stressed or suffering from depression.

After Fu Pei's death in the last life, Fu Ting's saddest period depended on listening to God J's harp to feel better.

God J is her destiny. Every time God J starts broadcasting, she must watch it, but she only chases the sound of the piano, not people.

The development of the Internet is still very slow now, unlike various video software in the future, which can only be broadcast live on YY.

The picture quality is not clear enough, but it does not prevent Fu Ting from watching.

After she entered the live broadcast room, the time was just right.

The location of J God's live broadcast is different each time, this time it seems to be in a hotel room.

The man was wearing black trousers, sitting on a high stool, with his legs splayed down, holding a harp in his hand, in a very light gesture.

The not-so-bright environment, revealing the dark floor, reflected his slender and thin figure.

Even if you don't show your face, it still gives people a charming feeling, which makes you can't help but become addicted to watching.

He didn't even have any opening remarks, he just started playing.

The sound of the piano is low and elegant, like a gurgling water, flowing all the way into the heart along the eardrum, it sounds so good.

Fu Tingting was fascinated, and his eyes couldn't help falling on the harp, the only pair of hands that were too beautiful to see clearly.

It was a hand that was more delicate and delicate than a woman's.

The nails are very neatly manicured, showing a flawless crescent moon. With the movement of the piano, the knuckles are clearly raised, the fingers are well-proportioned and slender, and there is a red dot under the index finger, which is dotted with hazy drunkenness.

Like a piece of fine jade, I can't wait to put it in my hand and rub it.

There is no bullet screen yet, and fans are frantically swiping the screen in the comment area.

[I love my brother's hand, kiss it in the air]

[Although there is no face, it does not prevent me from licking the screen]

[If I can touch this hand, I will die without regret]

Although J God operates in a low-key manner, his talent still makes him popular and has a very strong fan group.

How many entertainment companies wanted to win him over, but couldn't even find out his information.

Twenty minutes were over, not much, not much, J God put down the harp in his hand, and before turning off the live broadcast, he raised his fingers slightly and made an end gesture.

immediately.

The low-chun and sweet voice is like the warm sun with lingering lingering, the tone is a little low, and slightly hoarse, and the heart is numb when scratched, Today, it's here.

Fu Ting thought for a while, and sent a private message to God J that he never had the chance to send, [Thank you for the sound of the piano, brother]

She didn't hold out hope that J God would see it, but before turning off the computer, J God returned to her with a small expression of touching her head.

(*￣3￣)╭?

Fu Ting's eyes were curved, does this count as a success in chasing stars?

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The next day, Fu Ting continued to go back to school for class, and then used the time at night to code words.

Three days later, the novel was successfully signed, and the serialization of 10,000 words began on the Internet every day. Every day was very busy.

Fu Pei always felt that Fu Ting was doing bad things behind his back recently.

Several times I entered her room in the name of looking for something, and I couldn't help but sink my eyes when I saw her playing with the computer.

He stepped forward and squeezed the little girl's baby-fat cheek with his big hand, Fu Xiaoting, you should stop playing on the computer in moderation, otherwise I will take it back.

Fu Ting looked at him with frowning eyes, Dad, what is your dream?

Fu Pei was stunned.

A warm reminder, fans call idols brother, this is a unified national name~