I rely on copies to build infrastructure

Pau Gasol rubbed his eyes, took a sip of the wood juice on hand.

Wood juice is a special product of Dongtianlang Starfield. It tastes fragrant and slightly bitter, and the price is cheap. It has a refreshing effect.

Gasol Duo is a member of the low-level feather clan. It is said that people of his level are usually not willing to consume luxury drinks, but who makes Gasol have an enviable job? He is the biggest platform of Star Network. A background administrator of Jinsen Voice, wood juice is just one of the company's daily condolences.

The area Gasol is in charge of is the Sea of ​​Storms region. The business site is located in the beautiful Yudao, adjacent to the University City of Haishan Island. The living and transportation are very convenient.

Jinsen Voice has always treated its employees well. It not only provides spacious and comfortable expatriate dormitories for employees in Yudao, but also pays generous salaries and commissions. Wood juice is a comfort item that belongs exclusively to Yudao. Employees in other branches can enjoy it. less than.

Of course, this is also because Sea of ​​Storms is the most active area of ​​Jinsen Platform, and Haishan Island has gathered various famous universities, especially Laixi Higher Art School, which has become the main source of singers for Jinsen Voice in recent years.

The front-line employees in gold mining must naturally take good care of them, and must provide enough refreshing drinks for staying up late and working overtime.

"This light-brain ID has applied for three accounts at a time, a child now..."

Gasol shook his head and clicked on the first application.

He can see the serial number of the optical brain in the background. In the federation, each optical brain corresponds to a person. Unless it is a remote colonial planet, there will be no sharing of multiple people.

Although the Jinsen platform does not prohibit multiple households on the first account, no one will open a vest if they have a little confidence in their own strength.After all, the auditors in the backstage of the serial number can see it, and only those who have no confidence in passing will want to cast a wide net to try their luck and spare no feathers.

The reason why Gasol sighed was because the kid he met today was really careless, and he didn't even have any sincerity in naming his vest.

——No. [-].

——No. [-].

— Number three.

I'm afraid that others will not know that he is a vest.

While complaining, Gasol opened No. [-]'s audition file package.

There are four files neatly listed inside.A period of 23 minutes and [-] seconds of a cappella, a period of [-] minutes and [-] seconds of self-selected accompaniment, a period of random designation and a period of singing along, there is absolutely no fault in the form.

"Hey, kid, let me hear your skills..."

Gasol's first choice is to be randomly assigned, and the system assigns "Nanjia Minor" to No. [-], which belongs to a kind of folk song of the Yu nationality. No. [-] has a clear juvenile voice, and the interpretation is not bad. All considered qualified.

He listened to the singing version again, probably because he was familiar with the rhythm and tune. The singing version was much better than the random assignment, and it could be counted as a complete work in front of him.

But Gasol shook his head.

"My little friend, I want to soar into the sky before the wings are fully grown. The mother of the Yu clan would not teach the cubs like this."

He casually clicked on the optional aria, chanting to himself while operating.

"Nanjia ditty is such a bad street song that you can't sing, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the following words were interrupted by a sudden singing voice, and he couldn't continue speaking.

This is a song chanting the starry sky, performed by a clear and youthful voice, sweeping away the jerky and rigidity of the previous Nanga minor, full of yearning for the endless starry sky and the vast world.

The Yu clan loves the sky by nature, and Gasol is no exception. Although he was born as a low-level Yu clan, he still looks at the starry sky and imagines the future in his youthful spirit.

Those high-level feather races who can freely flap their wings in the vast universe, how happy they should be when they soar into the sky!Fighting with the enemy to your heart's content, watching the world with disdain, this is the life that the Yu clan should live!

The dream was smoothed out little by little in the process of growing up. Although Gasol awakened his blood, he failed to change his identity as a low-level feathered clan, and finally gave up his dream of soaring into the sky.

He became an auditor, and in the day after day of wood juice and overtime work, he forgot the memories of the past, and he didn't look up at the starry sky and his dreams for a long time.

For Gasol, it was nothing more than the agitation of his youthful youth, which had long been meaningless and should be buried in the deepest corner of his heart.

He always thought this was the case, but he never expected that after many years, he would be resonated by a passionate chant.

Yes.

Born as a feather clan, the sky is their destination, even if it is a weak bird with low awakening, the ancestors of thousands of years ago used to fly freely in the sky!

It was the Yu clan who bound their own wings!

Gasol closed his eyes, his thoughts were completely immersed in the singing, and he let familiar pictures flash in his mind.

When he was studying, he also visited the star port with his classmates, set foot on the star destroyer, youthful spirit, blood and sincerity...

The 5-minute cappella has been played, but Gasol still maintains the posture of leaning on the chair, without opening his eyes for a long time.

Seeing this, the companion who worked overtime with him thought that he was feeling unwell, so he immediately came over and asked.

"Gasol, are you alright?"

"what?"

Gasol opened his eyes and scratched his head.

"I'm fine, it's just..."

He turned his head and paused for a few seconds on the application form on the screen.

"Maybe a good seed has been found."

"Good seedling?"

Colleagues immediately became interested.

"Lacey's or Dongye's? What style? How about Lacey's Asana? Is it possible to release another hit?"

Gasol shook his head.

"Different."

He is a low-awakened feather clan, so he hardly has any worries about bursting blood vessels, and he can't feel the soothing effect of singing.But No. [-]'s singing voice is very special. Every note and every melody contains emotions, which makes it easy for people to substitute.

"He's not singing a consolation song," Gasol paused and put on his headphones again.

"It's hard to say now, let me listen to it."

He opened the application package on number two again.

No. [-]'s voice is calm and mellow, occasionally a little hoarse, and the slight panting sound when breathing is simply outrageously sexy.

He sang a love song, An Encounter Under the Starlight.

In the sky after the rain, the clouds and mists have cleared away, and there is only the last ray of the sunset. There is a gentle breeze blowing, and the air is full of the fragrance of flowers and plants.

At the corner of the street, the two who had just put away their umbrellas met under the starlight.

Maybe they met by chance, maybe they haven't seen each other for many years, someone was moved, someone stopped, and the moment their eyes met, fate knocked on the door of the heart.

Gasol's heartbeat also became a little messy, and he felt like a pedestrian passing by by chance, witnessing a love affair by chance on that night after the rain.

It's great, to be able to meet the right person at the right time, to get rid of all the interference of reality, and to grasp the fire just right, which makes him envious (jealousy) as a single dog.

Ahhh, I really want to fall in love!

No. [-]'s voice is so sexy, he must be an elite guy with broad shoulders and long legs, handsome and tough!

He looked at the optical brain ID again.

Up to now, Gasol no longer suspects that the three accounts are vests. After all, the voices of Number One and Number Two are too different, and it is unlikely that one person can make them.

Strange, obviously applicants from Haishan Island, why did the three of them use one optical brain? Could it be that the other two were afraid of revealing their identities?

Well, that's probably high-ranking nobles.Those young masters sometimes come to register account when they are extremely bored, but they are afraid of losing their identity and never use their own optical brains, and most of them borrow escorts.

Thinking of this, Gasol felt very sorry.

Even if they pass the review, the attendant will not actually come to the platform to sing, let alone the high-ranking Yuzu.

It's a pity to meet a good seedling so rarely.

Although he thought so in his heart, Gasol still couldn't help opening the last application packet.

This time he directly clicked on the free a cappella, the sound from the earphones made him tremble all over, and his fingers couldn't help trembling slightly.

This this……

This is a very pleasant voice, between juvenile and mature, singing a melody similar to No. [-] and No. [-]. It can be heard that there are variations and adaptations, but it is almost a straightforward interpretation method, and almost no singing skills are used. .

Well, yes, there is no technique, and the singing is very straightforward.

Compared with No. [-] and No. [-], it is still a bit worse...

"Gasol, are you okay?"

The colleague pushed him worriedly.

"Why are you crying?"

what?

Gasol came back to his senses, subconsciously wiped his face, and sure enough, he felt it was full of water stains.

Did I... cry?

He lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands, not quite understanding why he was crying.

It's a voice that's so simple that it doesn't have any embellishments, it doesn't have any ostentatious skills or treble, and it's obvious that the lyrics are not very gorgeous...

But why did he cry?

"I am fine."

Gasol wiped his face, subconsciously ignoring the vague sadness in his heart.

"It's almost my sister's death day, I feel a little sad, I'm fine."

"Oh, it's fine."

The colleague nodded.

"It's almost time for unified submission, do you still have a list that needs to be reviewed today?"

"Oh, yes."

Gasol collected himself and submitted No. [-], No. [-], No. [-] to the review platform.

"Scared, three!"

The colleague was startled, took a closer look, and scratched his head.

"This is the vest."

"Director Belen is in charge of the review today. You submitted three vest numbers at once. I'm afraid he's going to get angry."

Having said that, the colleague deliberately lowered his voice and whispered to Gasol.

"I heard that Director Belen's blood has been a little restless recently. His attendant lost his temper and ran away from home. Don't hit him with a gun."

"Director Belen's bloodline accuracy is above the intermediate level, and the destructive power of entering the rampage state is not as great as usual. He has not been in a good mood for the past few days. You should withdraw quickly."

late.

Gasol stared blankly at the "Received" prompt on the light screen.

It's too late.

Bei Lun is a workaholic, and he will definitely accept the review as soon as he has a job. How could he forget about his boss' blood runaway? !

Although the Three Vests are worth it, but at this juncture...

"Oh, why are you in a daze, it would be nice to just withdraw it!"

Colleagues complained softly.

"But he's worth it..."

Gasol muttered.

"The three of them all sing very well, two of them have skills and one...well, they are magical. We can't bury anyone..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud bang.Not far away, the horizontal sliding door of the office was distorted by kicking, and a tall figure with a height of two meters appeared at the door.

Yu Clan's icy gaze turned around the room, looking at each of his cowardly subordinates.

"The list just now... who submitted it?!"

Gasol raised his hand tremblingly.

"you……"

Director Belen strode over, gave him a condescending look, and then nodded.

"Very well, you are very discerning."

"Now, right now, make sure to sign with those three people! Directly issue A-level contracts! Conditions can be negotiated, you must keep people in the Voice of Jinsen, and stay in the Sea of ​​Storms region!"

"Go!"