Virtual Superstar Breeding Diary

In the quiet living room, a coffin-like black wooden box is placed on the camel jacquard carpet, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling reflects a lacquered luster.

Ji Chenxuan simply stroked the plain white petals off the black box, turned his head to look at Xiao Chi, who scratched his head innocently, as if he was complained about his aesthetics again, quite aggrieved.

Ji Chenxuan sighed dumbfoundingly: "It's not good to pack presents in any box, you have to make it look like a coffin, this silk, these white flowers...you are really an aesthetic genius."

"Ghost?" Xiao Chi blinked and smiled sheepishly, "Are you praising me?"

"……never mind."

Ji Chenxuan gave up arguing with him about aesthetic issues, opened the coffin, oh no, the wooden box, and held his breath for a moment.

The life-size imitation doll of the virtual idol Xiao Chi, lying quietly on a soft snow-white velvet blanket, dressed in a gorgeous medieval European aristocratic court attire, luxurious and exquisite hand-embroidered, with lotus leaf lace on the neckline and cuffs.

Like a sleeping handsome little prince in a fairy tale world.

Ji Chen stared fixedly at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, and then looked at Xiao Chi lying on the edge of the wooden box, a feeling of absurdity and irony suddenly came to his heart.

Having been facing the real Xiao Chi Zhao Xi for so long, he almost forgot even the virtual idol's appearance.

"Do you still remember that you owe me a doll?" Ji Chenxuan looked at him and said softly.

Xiao Chi nodded immediately, and said apologetically: "I replaced your doll, so I came to live in your house. I wanted to buy another one and give it back to you a long time ago, but the owner of that doll shop kept running out of stock. I finally got one! How about it, do you like it?"

Ji Chenxuan smiled meaningfully, and answered the irrelevant question: "It's a blessing in disguise."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Chi was puzzled.

"It means..." Ji Chenxuan ordered with a serious tone, "From tomorrow onwards, read books about social customs in the study for an hour a day."

"……Oh."

Taking the doll out, Ji Chenxuan ordered the home smart Anna to quickly dispose of the unlucky big wooden box.

Xiao Chi watched the "packing box" he had carefully selected being dragged away helplessly, waved a small handkerchief at it pitifully, lay on the window and murmured:

"Human beings are really fickle. They wear black and white clothes and use black and white furniture every day. How come they lie in a box and don't like it? Really, oh..."

Ji Chenxuan was choked by him, stuffed a lollipop into his mouth, blocked his chattering mouth, and put on a sullen face as the owner of the house: "Here I have the final say."

Xiao Chi puffed out half of his cheeks, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, chewed a lollipop and mumbled: "Roar, roar."

The crystal piano that Ji Chenxuan sent was placed in a corner of the duplex living room. The champagne-colored spiral tasseled crystal lamp hangs from the ceiling on the second floor, complementing the translucent piano stand directly below.

Xiao Chi couldn't wait to lift the cover of the piano. The matte keys were like a row of exquisitely polished gemstones. He tried a few notes at random, and the clear and melodious piano sound was like an angel singing.

Ji Chenxuan put the simulated doll in the room, and walked down the spiral staircase on the second floor with a coffee cup in hand. Xiao Chi was playing an old nursery rhyme.

A corner of the music box of memory was suddenly opened, his footsteps stopped on the side of the stairs, his five fingers holding on to the handrail tightened slightly, his eyes seemed to fall on Xiao Chi's back, and seemed to lose focus, passing through the piano, fell to a very distant place.

"Why do you want to play this song?"

Ji Chenxuan's hoarse voice sounded behind him, like a xylophone that has been preserved for many years, pulling the bow again.

Xiao Chi saw him through the crystal piano wall, and broke into a smile: "Don't you like it very much? You used to call me out in the middle of the night to sing you this piece of music, playing it on the piano, it feels different."

"...Actually, I don't like it very much." Ji Chenxuan left the area where the light fell, and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring at the bright moon outside the window in a daze, "It's just that I'm used to listening."

"Oh?" Xiao Chi finished playing the last measure, the lingering sound of his fingertips dissipated on the vibrating strings.

"When I was young, my mother would sing this nursery rhyme every time I was put to bed. Later, the person who sang it for me became her sister and also my stepmother." Ji Chenxuan shook his head and smiled, "Is it strange why?" I've been living alone?"

The last two words were bitten very lightly, Xiao Chi looked up at his side face, the knife-like light and shadow dividing line separated half of his face into two parts with uncertain light and dark.

"Because I don't have any family anymore." Ji Chenxuan turned his head suddenly, his smile was soaked by the cold moonlight, with a kind of indescribable coldness, "After my father passed away, in order to fight for all the inheritance, I sent my stepmother to the I went to prison, and kicked out my half-brother with my own hands. Just like the rumors circulating secretly in the company."

Xiao Chi tilted his head and looked at him inexplicably: "Why did you do that?"

Ji Chenxuan didn't answer this question, he paced, slowly stepped into the light, and gently held Xiao Chi's face with both hands.

This is a face that you can never get tired of, pure, flawless, black and white pupils, as if reflecting the bright stars.

"It's good to be like this, I hope you will never understand, and never worry or worry."

At this moment, Xiao Chi didn't understand the coldness in his eyes, the slightly chilly night seeped into the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly climbed up the piano stand, and spread to the soles of the two people's feet, making Xiao Chi inexplicably feel a trace of coldness.

"Is there a lot of trouble in being a human being?"

"Yes, more than the stars in the sky."

"Why doesn't that person make himself into an AI? It can still maintain youth and live forever."

Hearing Xiao Chi's whimsical question, Ji Chenxuan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed, thought for a while, and said: "In that case, life will lose its fun and become lifeless. Even if you live forever, it will be meaningless."

"I understand!" A small light bulb suddenly lit up in Xiao Chi's mind, he got up in a hurry, ran to the bedroom on the second floor, rushed down the stairs like a shell, and ran to the smart speaker placed on the drawer.

Ji Chenxuan watched in surprise as the other party fiddled with the stereo, and plugged a small mobile U disk into the port.

A piece of melodious cello music resounds through the room, and the starting scale is slightly low. As the tune climbs, the light and elegant melody rises in the wind, like the morning light in the spring of March dispelling the darkness and shining on the branches, or as if crossing the rugged mountain road Afterwards, the plain opens abruptly.

Xiao Chi walked towards him stepping on the beat. Ji Chenxuan was still intoxicated by the melody, but his waist tightened suddenly, and he was firmly embraced by the other party's slender and powerful arms.

"Give me your hand, step right foot first...you're so stiff, can't you jump?" Xiao Chi complained to Xu Xu, and Ji Chenxuan's ears became hot from his breathing: "Of course I can! only……"

"Then don't step on me."

"You dance slowly!"

"You hit my head..."

"You don't talk."

The two were very close to each other, their chests almost touching their chests, echoing the sound of the piano, spinning under the crystal lamp, and the lamp overturned their heads to cast dreamlike light and shadow.

"What tune is this?"

Ji Chenxuan couldn't wait for a long time to answer Ji Chenxuan's question.

Xiao Chi rested his chin on the other's shoulder, Ji Chenxuan was a little unaccustomed to such silence, and turned his head slightly: "Why don't you talk?"

Xiao Chi beeped aggrievedly: "You didn't let me say it!"

"...Just let you say it." Ji Chenxuan sighed helplessly.

The man raised his face immediately, his black eyes sparkling excitedly: "Is my new song good?"

"Sounds good, what's your name?"

Xiao Chi said without hesitation, "It's called "Interesting Ji Chenxuan"!"

"..."

"Oh, why are you stepping on me again! I kindly wrote songs for you, but I have such an attitude."

Ji Chenxuan pursed his lips, and said weakly, "Change your name."

"Okay, okay, I really don't know how to appreciate it, boring Ji Chenxuan."

"..."

In the long night, the ethereal and melodious sound of the cello drifted far to the garden, and a drop of dew fell from the tip of the blade of grass, like a tear being melted away by the spring breeze, and fell silently into the moist soil.

The clock on the wall gradually moved towards twelve o'clock.

Ji Chenxuan went upstairs to wash up in the bathroom, Xiao Chi hugged his carrot pillow as usual, and continued to nest on the sofa in the living room, clutching the draft score in his hand, he took a pen to delete, delete, and modify.

Until the bell struck twelve times, Xiao Chi yawned lazily, and wrote a few large characters at the title of the song - "My Life's Hundred Interests".

He returned to the bedroom on the second floor with the score, and saw that the door of Ji Chenxuan's room was not closed securely, and a little light came through the half-covered gap, drawing a warm yellow slash on the elm floor.

"Aren't you asleep yet? Ji—" As soon as he knocked on the door, the door opened wide, revealing a corner of the bedroom.

Ji Chenxuan was sitting on the bedside reading a book, when he heard the sound, he pulled up the quilt by his side reflexively, and then turned his head to look at the door: "Why are you staying up so late?"

Xiao Chi narrowed his eyes, staring at the half of his head protruding from the back corner, and said slowly: "Actually, even if you sleep with my doll, I don't mind..."

Ji Chenxuan looked like a thief who was caught doing something wrong, immediately turned off the bedside lamp, shrank into the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm going to rest!"

"Okay then, I won't bother you anymore." Xiao Chi pouted slightly, and closed the door.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ji Chenxuan popped his head out from under the quilt, lying beside him was a simulated doll that had already changed into pajamas, staring at him in the dim silence.

Xiao Chi's voice was suddenly heard outside the door: "Don't do strange things to my doll!"

"...Go to sleep!"

"Oh."

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Spring is full of branches.Another busy working day.

Huanyi Entertainment Group Headquarters Building, President's Office.

Across the large desk, Zhou Tong reported to Ji Shenxuan one by one the profit situation of Star Show after the game. Work summary:

"... Compared with the same period last year, the data in all aspects have increased significantly, especially the number of participants, which has increased by more than ten points."

Zhou Tong closed the folder, raised his eyelids to glance at Mr. Ji's face, and coughed lightly: "That matter has been given to Liu Bing to take full responsibility according to your instructions. The player named Fang Fangchang has completely sunk now. , I can no longer see any news about him, as for Shang Quan from Fashion Magazine..."

"Star show competitions are not allowed." Without raising his eyes, Ji Chenxuan tapped his knuckles on the table, and said flatly, "Keep the evidence and keep it secret for now, and cancel all cooperation with fashion magazines. In the future, there will be more his place."

"I understand." Zhou Tong paused, hesitant to speak, "But I think it's a little strange, how come this house is not targeted at anyone, but only Xiao Chen?"

Ji Chenxuan frowned: "Let Liu Bing pay more attention."

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing. The popular variety show "Star CEO" came to you again this year. In previous years, you ignored me, but this year..."

"No." Ji Chenxuan buried his head and continued to read the document, and cut him off firmly.

Zhou Tong shrugged, picked up a stack of documents and prepared to leave: "Okay then, I'll go back to them, but I heard that Xiao Chen was found for this variety show, and Liu Bing is already discussing the details with them..."

"...Wait, come back." Ji Chenxuan finally raised his eyes from the document, squinting, "I remember that the schedule for next month seems to be relatively loose..."

"Ah? No, next month there are still a few projects to be—"

"Shut up, I have the final say."

"...Good boss!"