Godly Auxiliary System

"I am the giant of light that descended on Earth 100,000 years ago. The only way to save Earth is to turn the bones into soup!"    

"I'm Hawkin. Actually, I'm not dead. I discovered a shocking secret about the aliens far away in the M78 Nebula. They kidnapped me to keep it a secret. Right now, I'm in an alien prison …"    

"6666!"    

"I'm so envious of my friends up there. Not only do they have literary talent, they even have so many stories to tell. They're not like me, who only know how to sing good songs and say, What the f * ck! Good!?    

The screen was full of joy, like a wild horse on the loose.    

After Ye Lee finished laughing, he was also helpless. Facing this group of nosy spectators, the best way was to ignore them and settle down later.    

With a tap of his finger, he closed the mailbox and opened the accompaniment. His mind was completely immersed in the song.    

During the entire process of the live broadcast, Ye Lee had been thinking about a problem.    

Live broadcast, in this era the rapid rise of impetuous industry, what can bring to people?    

Was it just a superficial joke, or some vulgar, time-diverting pleasure?    

Now that so many people were paying attention to him, could he give them something more profound through the song?    

Ye Lee felt that he would need to use his own effort to sing every song, rather than being perfunctory. If he only wanted to increase the entertainment effects of the live broadcast, he could read a few more hilarious emails, which would be more convenient.    

But he wanted to impress some by singing, and so did the demands of the mission.    

The familiar melody entered the ears of everyone watching the live broadcast. It was gentle and seemed to carry a sense of nostalgia.    

"This prelude seems a little familiar …"    

Some people were still guessing, but the song had already begun.    

"Later on …    

I finally learned how to do it    

How to love, but you have already disappeared in the sea of people    

And then, finally, in the tears, it became clear    

Some people, once missed, are not    

"…"    

A faint, sorrowful feeling, without any warning, struck everyone's heart. It stunned all of the spectators who were still firing their rounds. They had yet to recover from the joyful atmosphere when suddenly, it was as if they had been pulled into another world.    

The air was still.    

The hoarse voice softly sang:    

"White petals of gardenia    

On your blue pleated skirt    

Love me, you whispered    

I look down and smell a fragrance    

That eternal night be In the middle of summer, seventeen year old    

The night you kissed me    

"…"    

The live broadcast room suddenly became quiet. There were only a few rounds of bullets flying around.    

Upon hearing this song, someone's eyes instantly became wet with tears.    

"Strange, why am I crying?"    

Chang stared at the screen, touching his own cheeks. Song could convey feelings, but it could also be used to talk.    

As he quietly listened, he suddenly recalled his first love in high school. At that time, everyone was still young and immature.    

At that time, liking someone was so simple. Maybe it was because her hair was lifted by the wind, or maybe it was because she was wearing a long dress. Maybe it was because she looked back once, a simple smile.    

The night she had kissed him on that quiet night.    

But now, there was only the eternal starlight.    

"..."    

At a company.    

The man who was working overtime became silent as he looked at the computer.    

The starlight scattered down from the window, and on his somewhat numb face, a sad smile suddenly appeared.    

"Where are you now?"    

"How will you remember me, with a smile, or in silence …"    

"..."    

In everyone's heart, there was a person like that. Unfortunately, those that were missed would never come back.    

Some people stared blankly at the screen, letting their tears fall.    

Some people were expressionless, but their hearts were filled with pain.    

That voice was like a knife, stabbing into their hearts. That extreme singing skill was also transmitted through their cell phones, making many people want to cry when they heard it.    

In a certain dormitory.    

A youth looked at his roommate, who was crying bitterly. "What the f * ck? What are you crying for?"    

"I don't know either. I just want to cry, I can't help it …" His roommate continued to hug his head and cry.    

"How strange …" The young man glanced at the screen of his phone, then went over to take off his headphones. A burst of singing came out, causing him to freeze all of a sudden.    

After crying for a while, his roommate suddenly looked up in surprise. He noticed that the young man's face was covered in tears and his nose was twitching.    

"Holy shit, why are you crying as well?"    

"I don't know, I can't help it. It's just that my heart is clogged with panic. I really want to cry!" The young man had snot and tears in his eyes. He said miserably, "Who is this streamer? Send me the room number later."    

"..."    

Mission: I am Singing God (28/1000)    

The number of people moved quickly increased. 29, 37, 50, 61, 70, 91, 109, 239, 400, 500 …    

The sweat on Ye Lee's face dripped down as he forcefully recited the last few lines:    

"Later on, in my tears, I finally understood    

Some people stop when they miss    

Never come back    

There is a boy who loves that girl! "    

In this impetuous society, what was there to chase?    

What was there to remember?    

The air was quiet.    

Ye Lee closed his eyes and did not speak again after he finished singing.    

The broadcast room's popularity had already climbed to the 600,000 mark.    

However, the screen seemed to be frozen, no one said anything.    

Thirty seconds later, more bullets came out.    

"Big bro, stop singing. You make my heart ache …"    

"Singing God, I don't approve of anyone on the entire platform. I just admire your singing!"    

"Those who are truly distracted are singing. They're crying listening to it."    

"Singing God, if you have the chance, start the concert. I would really like to hear your voice at the scene."    

Outside of the broadcast room for the first time, there were countless gifts floating across the screen. Some were big and some were small, including the feelings of the audience.    

Many people were wiping their tears as they fired their bullets. They usually came to the platform to have fun and to amuse themselves. Sometimes, they even turned into flamers to vent some of the emotions in their lives.    

Usually, when he looked at the female anchorwoman occasionally, she would have a kidney.    

But this time, they were truly distracted. There was a man like him who relied on song after song to thoroughly subdue them.    

Fighting Shrimp Entertainment Company.    

Chang Chao looked at the constantly changing data backstage in shock!    

Singing God Studio!    

This broadcast room that was not even five days old!    

At the golden hour of 8: 00 PM to 12: 00 PM, there were several popular streamers. The popularity of this event was even higher than it was in the previous timeline. Even the God of the entertainment district's live broadcast was under their feet!    

This was simply unbelievable!    

Looking at the data that kept appearing from backstage, Chang Chao suddenly understood why the supervisor did not hesitate to sign an A level contract. This kind of data was something that could not be ignored no matter what platform it was placed on!    

If he did not restrain them, the several big hosts in the audience might be pushed down!