Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

Although I know they have a strong desire to perform, can’t they even wait until the evening? ?

Just as Yun Xianhe was thinking about life.

The soprano robot took deep breath and let out a loud roar, which directly shattered the cup in his hand.

"??!"

Hearing the crisp click, Yun Xianhe widened his eyes and looked at the glass in his hand.

A clear crack ran along the rim of the cup all the way to where his palm was holding it.

Seeing that the other party was about to continue singing, Yun Xianhe hurriedly took out an enamel jar with a white background and a "Year after Year of Abundance" pattern printed on it from the system space.

After pouring the cold drink in, he threw the glass directly into the trash can in the system space.

This successfully prevented the cup from dying tragically outside.

The soprano, who hadn't sung for a long time, was very happy to have sung so well for the first time.

He looked at Yun Xianhe with sparkling eyes, waiting for his praise.

The brave man, whose heart was pounding and whose blood was boiling, took a big sip of cold drink from the enamel pot.

After I felt my heartbeat slow down a lot, I raised my glass to her (?) and praised her:

"Not bad, another improvement."

The soprano robot smiled and bowed gracefully to Yun Xianhe:

"Thank you, sir."

Yun Xianhe looked at the soprano who was happily discussing with the other robots what song to play next, and waved to S61 to come over.

"Notify the logistics department to replace the crystal chandelier in the ballroom with an iron one."

The muffled voice was easily covered by the music.

S61, who was close enough to hear everything clearly, glanced at the soprano robot, smiled secretly, and quickly responded:

"Okay sir."

Yun Xianhe, who had originally planned to bask in the sun for a while longer, remembered that he had suffered from heatstroke two days ago, so he did not move the umbrella away.

The orchestra played with all their heart.

Yun Xianhe watched three songs in a row and felt a little bored.

The band conductor noticed Yun Xianhe's micro-expression at a glance.

With a simple gesture, the band's robots moved their small stools to the side, clearing the central area of ​​Yun Xianhe's vision.

Just as Yun Xianhe was curious about what they were going to do, a robot dressed in heavy theatrical costumes appeared.

Some people even put up a simple background board at the back.

"..."

The brave man sat cross-legged on the recliner with his chin supported by one hand.

He looked at the robots who were dressed in layers of clothing, and then glanced at the sun hanging high in the sky.

Well... fortunately they are robots, fortunately their bodies can automatically regulate temperature.

Otherwise, after this musical, half of the people would have to be sent to the infirmary.

From Romeo to the change of dynasties;

Then it goes from splitting the mountain to saving the mother to the birth and death of God.

Classics are still classics, and the original version made Yun Xianhe tremble with heart.

In front of him, a robot in armor raised its head and drank half a bowl of Lao Baigan, spraying it on the silver-gleaming sword.

He turned around and pointed the tip of his knife at the robot in bright yellow robes, and roared:

"You old thief! Today I'll show you whose surname this world should follow!"

Then, a robot with a circle of LED lights on its head acting as a god raised its hand and slapped another robot in the face.

With angry eyes, he opened his mouth and shouted in a clear and loud voice:

"Rebellious son! I am your father!"

The only admirer, Yun Xianhe, stuffed the lemon slice in the cup into his mouth with an expressionless face.

Bold, novel, and explosive.

Go back and delete the documents uniformly. What the hell did you learn?

The brave man turned around and spit out the lemon slice and began to think about which robot was released from which world to lead this group astray.

At this moment, the robot far away in the romantic city is hiding his merits and fame.

·

After discussing their respective situations in recent years in the room, the police team happily came out to the deck to look for someone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was leading the group, immediately spotted Yun Xianhe sitting on a lounge chair under a parasol.

The band next to us was playing melodious orchestral music, which, combined with the sound of the waves, sounded very suitable for sleeping.

But the only listener seemed a little disappointed?

Likewise, they noticed a guy in a beret squatting next to a recliner with a goofy grin on his face.

Zhu Fu Jingguang subconsciously thought that Yun Xianhe was feeling unwell somewhere, and hurried over.

Then I heard the person lying there in a peaceful posture weakly scolding:

"Did you hit your head? How can you write a story with such a reasonable plot and such outrageous lines?"

"This one……"

The screenwriter robot who was asked smiled innocently and moved closer to the recliner in a flattering manner:

"Last time, the adults said that we should be bold and innovative, so I gathered ideas and asked everyone in our team."

Well, the field of suspects has widened.

Damn it, who on earth led this originally gentle and refined screenwriter astray!

"If you are not satisfied with the lines, I can change them!"

Yun Xianhe tilted his head slightly to glance at the screenwriter robot that was smiling so cheaply.

He tapped the other person's forehead first, then raised his hand and pointed at the band conductor over there:

"With the same collective wisdom, why didn't others end up like this?"

The robot that got beaten wasn't angry and was still cheerful.

However, when he heard Yun Xianhe praising that guy, he was unhappy.

The howling on the spot was like beating drums to protest in ancient times:

"Oh my Lord, they don't have to write lyrics, they just make up a tune. Besides, even if they put swearing numbers into the tune, people without any intelligence won't understand it."

The command robot was unhappy to hear this:

"Ju! Who are you talking about? Do you think everyone is as bad-mannered as you?"

"Huh, how good do you think you are? My Lord, I want to work with Band No. 6 next time, not with this guy named Le! They won't rehearse with me!"

"Hey! Sir, you heard it, he dislikes me! Mr. Ju, you violated the friendly rules, did you know that?"

The conductor turned around and started arguing with the writer of the musical.

This did not hinder his command.

The screenwriter robot made a childish face at the other party:

"Lululu, I've been disliking you for a long time. If it weren't for the lottery, do you think I would be willing to get together with you?"

"You little brat who never grows up!"

"Old-fashioned! Old-fashioned!"

The two robots that had never clicked on the swearing function were like chickens pecking at each other.

The atmosphere was obviously tense, but it seemed a bit funny due to the poor vocabulary.

Yun Xianhe was not surprised by the quarrels between these two guys who actually admired each other. He even had time to ask the waiter robot next to him to record it.

"Then find an opportunity to play it for them on loop for a day."

The two people who had just been arguing with their faces red and necks jumping up and down stopped arguing in an instant.

Yun Xianhe, who had expected this, picked up the enamel jug filled with cold drink and took a long sip slowly.

Sure enough, this trick works every time.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a group of people approaching.

Yun Xianhe was just about to say hello to them when he saw Zhu Fu Jingguang at the front.

The cold drink in my hand was a little hot for a moment.

The brave man calmly placed the cup on the table, straightened his body to block it, and looked at them with a bright smile:

"It looks like you guys are getting along well."