A scumbag is not a scumbag

Dracus's tour kicked off.

His reputation has entered the ears of the public faster than himself. His unique timbre and magnetic singing voice have fascinated countless people. The end of each concert will bring geometrically growing fans. Holding flowers, when Dracus finished singing and walked off the stage, countless hands would pounce on his chest, cheeks, and thighs like water droplets from the tide...

After being taken advantage of several times, Jack, who volunteered to act as a part-time bodyguard, muttered obscenities in a low voice, while pushing back the audience who came rushing again, with sweat streaming from his forehead to his neck.

"We need to find some bodyguards, my God." Jack managed to stuff Dracus into the car, and he sat down next to Dracus, pulling a crumpled white silk scarf from his jacket pocket to wipe forehead, out of breath with exhaustion, "I thought this scene would last for a few more weeks."

"Then I'll leave it to you." Dracus coughed twice, and a chubby hand immediately pulled out a bottle filled with warm water from the bag and handed it to his mouth. Jack chattered, "You are a big star now, you must Take care of your throat, it's your everything!"

"You are so sweet." Dracus laughed dumbly, took a few sips of water to moisturize his dry throat, and after feeling much better, he lay down on the back of the chair, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

Jack was still writing and drawing in his notebook, the car started quietly and silently, and since he started singing, Dracus has never had a headache about money, and his share is enough to keep him from eating When he used things, he gradually replaced them with better ones, but because of his personal preference, he still prefers white suits, with a beautiful rose pinned to his chest.

This image seems to have become exclusive to Dracus himself. Whenever he wears a white suit, there will always be a tsunami of cheers in the audience.

"You need more sheet music next, my dear Dracus."

Jack raised his hairy head from the pen and paper, and said affectionately, "You know, the best singers can't shine without the best scores. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well...but I'm not good at composing music."

Dracus is honest, with his hands folded on his stomach and innocent eyes.

"I also thought of this. This is the prelude to the scores of several pieces. You can take a look and use them if you think you can. I'm in charge of contacting those composers."

A large stack of papers was handed under Dracus's nose.He stretched out his hand to take it, and started flipping through each note from top to bottom. At first, he read every note carefully, and after half an hour, he stopped doing useless work and just read it in its entirety.

From getting on to getting off the car, from the suit and tie being untied to the pomade being wiped off, Dracus has been concentrating, his eyes never leaving the music, but his brows are getting more and more wrinkled - when he read the last page of the music, Putting the paper in his hand by the table, he took a sip of the hot water handed him by an attendant, and then shook his head at the earnest Jack.

"No, these are not what I want."

Jack's face collapsed all of a sudden, and he turned around in a hurry, pulling at the few remaining hairs on his bald head, and talking to himself "what to do" while sweating.Of course he believed in Dracus's judgment. Although he had not experienced systematic music training in his previous lives, Dracus never slackened his attention to music training and training during his spare time during performances and previous street performances. progress.

Although he can't write any wonderful scores, he has a very high level of aesthetics.

Dracus was dizzy, "Jack, don't be so nervous..."

"But you can't just sing seven or eight songs! The audience loves the new and dislikes the old! You have to firmly grasp their love, otherwise everything is just a moon in the water and a flower in the mirror!"

"I don't intend to take my money." Dracus's voice was brisk, he coughed lightly, and hummed a prelude that didn't belong to any of the scores just now: "Please remember~ I..."

Jack froze.

"...I hope you don't cry, even if I travel far away, I will keep you in my heart..."

The small dressing room reverberates and resounds with Dracus' exceptionally penetrating, clear, slightly smiling and emotional singing voice.

The lady who was in charge of removing his make-up had already paused, her fingers stopped in the air, her mouth slightly opened and her eyes widened, until the cotton pad fell on the floor without realizing it.Jack has already nodded lightly to the music. Even if it is just a cappella without instrumental accompaniment and set off by a dancer, it is enough to grab people's heartstrings and make them stop and listen.

"Our melody will not stop, I exist because of your love..."

Dracus simply sang the first time, stopped gracefully, looked at Jack with azure blue eyes, with a little slyness, "What do you think of this song?"

After a brief loss of voice, the make-up artist couldn't help clapping his hands, and Jack jumped up in front of him, almost touching his face, screaming softly from his throat: "——You did this? You did it!? God!"

"Not me." Dracus shook his head, "Do you remember my friend?"

He stretched out his hand and plucked the guitar lightly, the strings were crisp and melodious.

Jack blinked his eyes, thinking of that thin and tall young man with slightly sunken cheeks, yet elegant and melancholy, with his hair sticking smoothly to his cheeks, although his singing voice was not as good as that of Dracus, it was not so inferior .His talent is originally here, in composing music.

"—Is it him? Victor did it? For God's sake, I'm going to find him!"

Accompanied by Jack's cheerful voice, a system prompt followed.

['The Compassion of the Wicked', the degree of completion has been increased by one star, currently: four stars, qualified. 】

The fingers plucking the strings paused for a moment.

"So... that's it." Dracus didn't understand the hidden meaning of this mission, he didn't understand, he was confused and groped, and finally cleared the fog at this moment, and it became clear:

——"he" plagiarized Victor's idea,

- "He" stole Victor's reputation.

The fingers that paused for a moment continued to pluck the strings, and Dracus, who was in a happy and open mood, couldn't help showing a particularly happy smile.Ah, it doesn't matter, even if he doesn't understand the plot, even if he doesn't understand the relationship, even if he doesn't understand anything, as long as he is firm in his heart, as long as he always moves forward, and never be confused by things that don't belong to him, then he will never leave Wrong, never fail to complete the task.

Is that what you're trying to tell me? ... my great God.

Grateful.

"Dracus, let's find some time to have a good talk with Mr. Victor!"

Amidst Jack's impatient voice, Dracus nodded with a smile, and put the piano beside him, "Okay, just right, I also want to meet my old friend... I'll go with you. I heard he I already have a daughter, but I haven't seen that cute little angel, isn't that too embarrassing?"

"It just so happens that you have no plans for the next two weeks." Jack took out a thick notebook from his pocket to write and draw, and at the same time jumped up and down happily, "We will take the train and leave the day after tomorrow!"

The author has something to say:

I can finally write what kind of scum this is, and I cried.

Don't give up on me, everyone, wait until I fill up all the small worlds that have been opened recently...