Love Fox Yusheng

In November, the dead branches outside the window were pierced and slid back and forth on the glass by the cold wind, and the heating was not turned on, so all the students shy away from doing exercises.

Four or 10 minutes before the end of evening self-study get out of class, someone yawned loudly, and it was as if contagious, people in front and back yawned and rubbed their eyes one after another.

The big man in the corner of the back seat was writing with bright eyes.

His deskmate pushed him, "Hey, did you take the stimulant/dose tonight? It's been two hours, and the rustling sound in my ears hasn't stopped!"

The big man turned his head, his eyes shimmering with excitement, "Really? It's been two hours? I feel very energetic tonight, and my mind is so clear that I have never seen before."

"...Damn it~" The deskmate was stared at by his big shining eyes, and shrank his neck, "Didn't I see you so energetic in class this afternoon?"

There are also grades in the key class. The grades of the big guys are good in the whole grade, but they are the bottom ones in this class.

So he has a self-motivated heart, but his learning attitude is far inferior to those of the top students. If he studies for a while in such a self-study class without a teacher, he will always miss out.

But he wrote the paper for more than two hours today without saying a word, but he suffocated his deskmate who usually likes to mutter and chat.

Unconsciously being stared at by the same table for more than 20 minutes, the big man finally finished the test paper, heaved a long sigh of relief, stretched his arms and legs and tried his best to stretch in the small space, and praised himself in a low voice, " readily!"

The deskmate stared at him with a milk box in his mouth, "Finished?"

"It's over!" The big man was very excited. He was not in the stressful environment of the examination room, and he finished a comprehensive test paper in one evening self-study, which was unprecedented.

The deskmate threw the milk carton into the trash can behind him, took his test paper and compared it with the answer, "Damn it, did you copy the answer while I wasn't looking at you?"

It is more than 30 points more than the last simulation result.

And the last simulation was just a week ago, even if he ate the memory bread of Doraemon, he couldn't improve so fast, right?

The big man dodged the finger on the shoulder at the same table, "Hey, be gentle, I don't know what's going on, I just feel very energetic tonight, and I feel super clear in my mind. Maybe I haven't slept well before, these I should have known it in the first place, and I remembered it as soon as I woke up." As he spoke, he pulled back the test paper and read it happily.

The same table is at the end of the key class like him, but he has a big ambition, "Then you didn't do anything? Did someone add food to the dinner? No, the meal we ate together at night, the dishes were all delicious. It’s the same, the master gave you an extra piece of ribs!” He suddenly grabbed his little friend’s neckline, “Tell me, what’s wrong with the ribs?”

The squad leader and the disciplinary committee sitting in front both turned their heads, and the two girls shouted in unison, "Quiet!"

The big man shrugged, "Squad leader, get out of class is over!"

Just as the female class leader was about to refute, the melodious "To Alice" sounded on the radio, and there was a howling sound from the classroom in the distance, indicating that get out of class was indeed over.

Accompanied by the big guy, the girl gave him a hard roll of the eye, and the tablemate bumped the little friend with his shoulder, "Hurry up, and report your differences with me in detail from the moment we finished eating, and I want to find out your differences." Here comes the method of rising!"

The two took a copy of English reading comprehension and went back to the dormitory. On the way, the big man scratched his head and thought for a long time, "I slept for a while when I came back from dinner, plugged in my headphones, and listened to a certain live broadcast."

He took out his phone and looked at the records on the software. It was past ten o'clock in the evening, when night owls were active. Chat records and various flowers were swiping across the screen, and there were people singing like ghosts and wolves on the mic.

The deskmate eagerly pulled the headphone cable and plugged it in to listen, and the earplugs just stuck to the ear, when he was staggered by the ghost screaming inside, "Damn it, do you just listen to this to make your blood boil?"

The big man picked up another earphone and tried it, "Obviously not, it wasn't this person on the microphone at the time."

Regardless of the cold wind, the two squeezed their heads together under the street lamp, and finally confirmed the name of the channel, Fox Den.

The bright bulletin board is on the top, the beauty broadcasts live at [-] pm every day, and sings a few songs to see how she feels.

The deskmate was shivered by the cold wind, snuffed his nose, "I'll try it tomorrow too."

This kind of situation happened in many campuses. At the end of October, a host appeared on the well-known interactive live broadcast platform Panda.

The id old fox, who seems to be a senior in high school, initially said that he yelled twice in order to vent the pressure of the college entrance examination, but because he sang so well, he accumulated a lot of fans in just a few days.

Every day when he started singing, the number of online members in the channel snowballed. In just three weeks, the number of online members reached an astonishing 6.

The audience didn't know, but the live broadcast platform had already upgraded the room configuration for him twice.

Many of these listeners are students, and messages such as——

[A battle song, the old fox begs a battle song!Mock exam in class at night~

Give me strength, fox!

Begging Fox Mai to comfort me, I was talked to again!

Ma Dan, who does Huanggang test papers like our school?

Epic-level singing that shocks the soul, the battle song of the fox!After listening to it, it is not difficult to do the three test papers in one breath~~~~~

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Various blog platforms also appeared on various blog platforms, such as "Battle Hymn - Old Fox", "Fight with the test paper, the most powerful test bgm in history", "Selected Fox Recordings - Math Test bmg"...

Hu Yusheng scrolled through these messages, feeling weird in his heart, and couldn't even laugh.

Lang Qingfeng helped him set up the mic. Seeing his difficult expression, he tried his best to hold back a smile, "Otherwise, don't sing today. Anyway, your status is good enough to ask for leave, so just say you have an exam today."

"I started, I didn't expect this to happen!" Hu Yusheng poked his fingertips on the screen with embarrassment.

They planned to use the demon power when singing, and then the singing voice will spread through the Internet, and the influence of the demon power mixed in will be weakened, so that people will feel that they like the song very much and are easily infected by the singer's emotions, but not so much Intense enough to be noticed.

When a more precise control method is found, it can be used on the spot. At that time, the audience will only think that what they are seeing is a particularly infectious and expressive singer.

But I never expected that Hu Yusheng sang a few morale-boosting songs in order to fit the identity setting, and the radiating effect was beyond imagination.

He sang the courageous songs of the little foxes in the team battle game, or when they ventured into the back mountain. The rhythm is sonorous and lively. The melody is more modern after the modification of non-human lyrics and arrangement. Listening to it not only boosts morale but also makes people concentrate force.

I don't know why, after listening to the students, it somehow became a special bgm for exams...

The audience in the message area said that after listening to his songs, their learning efficiency is much higher.

When encountering this kind of situation for the first time, Hu Yusheng was calm. Originally, he sang morale-boosting songs. It is normal to be energetic and do homework.

Then things developed in an uncontrollable direction. Every evening at six o'clock, the number of people in the live broadcast room climbed crazily. The card is a picture of offering apples to Shangxiang.

"...Let's sing," Hu Yusheng put on a mask with a wrinkled face. Behind every frenzied message is the power of thought, even if it is aimed at them, he has to sing well.

When the live broadcast started, the screen was dazzled. Tu Jingyuan temporarily arranged two field controllers to help solve the on-site problems, but they still stuck from time to time.

Hu Yusheng sang a song with an embarrassing face, and got goosebumps all over his body when he heard those nasty words. He really couldn't maintain the mood of singing, so he simply cleared his throat and chatted, "Recently, there are mock exams, right?"

"There is no simulation yet, and a monthly exam is required. Then, tell me the news. Let's hold an event. Well, the final exam is coming soon. After the exam, post the report card, and the outstanding ones can get rewards. Huh? It's not fair, Then let me think about it, this way, those who are too poor to compare the transcripts, those who improve fast and those who are particularly excellent, have gifts for the New Year. Thank you for your rewards, I made a small fortune, and plan to donate it as a gift. "

"Ah, others? Others have not been ignored, don't you listen to my songs every day? Isn't that a reward? I'm so sad, I don't eat dinner and sing to you here, it's not as tacky Don’t force me, if you are in a hurry, everyone will get a copy of the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation!”

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After chatting for 15 minutes, Hu Yu let out a sigh of relief, "Human children are much smarter than before?"

In the barbaric era, a piece of meat could be exchanged for a baby to follow, but now all this bargaining seems to have a living monkey brain.

Lang Qingfeng didn't hear what he said in the kitchen, and after a while he came out with two cups of pear tea, "Is this the end?"

"I don't have anything to say to continue." Hu Yusheng took a sip from the teacup, "Tell me, how much of the excitement on this channel is naturally generated, and how much is due to my demon power?"

"What's the difference?" Lang Qingfeng leaned over and looked at him, "The world is different. The mental method you used to practice is not so scary here. It doesn't matter if it is true or not. Anyway, you only need the power of thought."

Hu Yusheng frowned, held the teacup and rubbed the rim of the white porcelain cup, and couldn't help asking again, "So, if you know that you are being controlled, will no one be angry?"