Virtual Superstar Breeding Diary

Xiao Chi is a person with strong mobility, what he decides in the last second, he has already stepped forward in the next second.

The mid-level villa in the center of the lake where Ji Shenxuan lives is the most luxurious wealthy area in the city, known for its extremely high privacy and open views.

Except for driving cars, flying cars, and housewives walking their dogs, there was no one walking out on the road.

When he took the free sightseeing car and left the gate of the villa area, he suddenly realized that he didn't know where the gate of Huanyi Company opened.

What is even more desperate is that he has no money, no card, or even a mobile terminal.

Xiao Chi stood on the side of the road like a bachelor, with heavy traffic and pedestrians running around him in all directions, but he seemed to be an ancient person who traveled from the past, and was incompatible with this strange world of science and technology.

The world is so big.

It is no longer the cramped but infinitely spacious "black room" in the past. It is colorful, lively and bright, as if there are endless fun waiting for him to discover.

The people around are no longer NPCs with programmed programs, but individuals with independent consciousness.

As long as you experience a few minutes of wonderful life, you don't want to go back to the past.

Xiao Chi walked along the crowd on a bustling commercial street, and when he looked up, he could see the huge open-air electronic poster of the opposite building—it was a dynamic advertisement recorded when he was the virtual idol Xiao Chi.

He stopped at the intersection, stared at himself with a bright smile on the poster, and touched his cheek. It was indeed different from this body, so even if he had a high rate of turning heads when he walked outside, there would be no fans Surrounded by screaming for autographs.

Before he could see enough, the bright colors of the electronic posters gradually faded, and turned into a blank in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Chi squinted his eyes and watched himself disappear from the poster. After a while, his place was replaced by a strange virtual idol - that was the new star of tomorrow launched by the AI ​​company. This emergency had to be put on the market in advance.

"Is it so fast? It's less than three days..." Xiao Chi lowered his head in disappointment, his heart was at a loss, as if a piece of it was empty.

Negative emotions are like ink dripping from the tip of a pen, smearing quickly on the white paper. Although there are only sporadic drops, they can't be shaken off or washed off, sticking to my heart, making me feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

He has never experienced negative emotions before, and virtual idols don't want these.

Xiao Chi wondered if he drank too much soy milk in the morning, otherwise why would his taste buds feel astringent.

He didn't like this feeling, so he stopped looking at the disappointing electronic posters, walked forward quickly with two long legs.

A seductive aroma entangled his steps.

At the corner of the intersection is a cake cafe, with electronic posters of new product tasting hanging on the brick red walls, and customers are sitting in twos and threes on sunshade chairs in the small garden.

At the door, a little girl in a pink skirt wearing a sun hat is holding a new cake launched in the store and sharing it with passers-by.

"Can I have a taste?"

Xiao Chi is very tall, the little girl had to slightly raise the brim of her hat to see his face, for a moment, she almost forgot to breathe, and her voice couldn't help lowering her voice: "D-Of course, please use——"

Xiao Chi took a small piece of cake and put it into his mouth, puffing out half of his cheeks, until the sweet and sour taste permeated his taste buds, and then he reluctantly swallowed it. He was so sweet that he squinted his eyes: "It's delicious."

The little girl blushed and looked at him with bright eyes: "Sir, do you want to buy a box? The store's newly launched fresh mango cream bruchino, the event price is only [-]."

Ah, human beings spend money to buy things.

Xiao Chi remembered that he had no money and his hands were empty, so he scratched his head embarrassingly: "But I have no money."

The smile on the little girl's face gradually disappeared.

"How about I sing a song for you? My singing is very valuable, and it costs 10,000+ a piece." Xiao Chi discussed with her confidently, "You don't need to give change, you earned it."

Then he was mercilessly kicked out by the long-faced little girl.

"Hey, human beings are really fickle. Turning faces is faster than turning pages." Xiao Chi left the cake shop step by step, feeling melancholy.

"Clearance sale! Clearance sale!"

In front of him was a doll shop that was about to be transferred. The shop had a huge space, and there were several unsold imitation dolls in the transparent cabinets.

Xiao Chi saw his doll at a glance, and there was only the last one left on the most conspicuous place on the shelf, sitting alone on the top floor.

"Young man, do you want to buy a doll? Xiao Chi's is out of print, and there is only one left. After this village, there will be no more shops. You can touch it, and it feels very real. Holding it is like holding Xiao Chi himself. "

The boss pays attention to Xiao Chi's gaze, and sells enthusiastically, eloquently, talking in gaudy hype.

Xiao Chi glanced at him in embarrassment: "Do you want money?"

The boss was taken aback, and thought to himself that this kid looks like a dog, could he be a fool?

"Of course, the original price is [-], the discounted clearance price is [-]! Out of print, no bargaining!"

"It's so expensive, I can't afford it..." Xiao Chi sighed, and thought again, even if it was only [-] yuan, he didn't have it.

Thinking of this, my heart suddenly became balanced.

Seeing this, the boss immediately changed his face and looked at him contemptuously. He was so handsome, but he didn't expect to be so poor.

Xiao Chi stared at his doll reluctantly, and suddenly asked: "Boss, do you know where you can make money quickly?"

The boss gave him a white look. He wanted to talk about the duck shop, but when he was about to say something, he suddenly remembered something new, looked him up again, and said, "With your face, maybe you can go to the National Star Show. There is an audition point not far away, just across the road."

The All-Star Show?

Xiao Chi lights up the small light bulb in his head again: "Huanyi Company?"

"That's right. I heard that the finalists can draw a lottery. The winning rate is quite high, and there are cash prizes. If you enter the top ten finals, it will be even more incredible. There is a chance to sign a contract with Huanyi."

Saying goodbye to the doll shop owner, Xiao Chi followed the direction he said to find the scene of the star show competition.

There are a total of [-] audition sites for the National Star Show Competition worldwide, and two-thirds of them are in China.

The Beidu Site, where the headquarters is located, is the largest of them all, on the first floor of a high-end commercial building, the most eye-catching location.

There was a long line at the door, almost a sea of ​​people.A group of fans holding billboards outside the isolation fence were calling the names of a few small Internet celebrities, hoarsely.

Xiao Chi mixed in the crowd, calmly ignoring the pointing points of the girls onlookers.

The flow of people is fast, and there are more than a dozen stand-up temporary mobile recording cabins at the end. The thick frosted glass and the vermilion appearance are similar to the old-fashioned outdoor telephone booths from decades ago. The sound insulation effect is excellent and privacy can be protected.

Fully automatic intelligent recording, any sound modification is prohibited, and the original sound source data is directly uploaded to the cloud database to eliminate man-made shady operations to the greatest extent.

The man behind Xiao Chi wore a black peaked cap, as if he was sure of being selected this time, he kept bragging to his friends on the phone.

In this national star show competition, the entries must be original songs, which means that the requirements for musicians are higher, not only to be able to sing, but also to be able to create.

In order to prevent sound falsification, the organizer provides a recording cabin and requires on-site recording.

Xiao Chi is not nervous at all. There is still a new song in his database that has not been officially released. It was originally an automatic arrangement program newly developed by AI, which extracts the audience's favorite rhythm and melody based on the big data of the center.

It's not a very elegant art, but it can best cater to the market and the psychology of the audience.

It's a pity that this program, which automatically creates lyrics and music by virtual intelligence, has not had time to be put into use, and it went down along with the database.

Even the AI ​​​​developers didn't know that Xiao Chi used to use it quietly with the attitude of trying a new toy.

Today it can be seen again through Xiao Chi's voice.

Xiao Chi walked into the temporary recording cabin, and the moment the door was closed, the hustle and bustle outside seemed to be muted. In the narrow space, there was a quietness isolated from the world.

In front of it is an embedded integrated recording touch screen, and the position and height of the independent microphone can be adjusted arbitrarily.

Although Xiao Chi is a waste of life without common sense, he can be said to be self-taught in operating these old equipment.

Since it was a temporary decision to participate in the competition, he had neither a USB flash drive nor a mobile terminal, so he was unable to upload the accompaniment. Fortunately, the recording device had an arranger program, a variety of musical instrument sources and automatic post-production functions. Xiao Chi simply came to compose on the spot. Arranger.

The slender ten fingers flicked quickly on the simulated instrument, every note, every piece of melody was clear in his chest, Xiao Chi hardly needed to think.

Instruments, beats, tonality, and harmonies are all at your fingertips from the vast sea of ​​choices, without humming, they are intertwined and converged into a song in Xiao Chi's mind. The clear and moving melody is like a wonderful live performance.

He stared intently at the music score that was gradually forming, his eyes were radiant, and every step was calm and composed. In his field, he was the king who controlled everything.

Xiao Chi waited patiently for the recording and uploading of the data. After all the adjustments were completed, the clear and beautiful accompaniment sound flowed out from the earphones. He held the microphone and naturally entered the singing state.

Everything was like a dream, he was still on the stage under the spotlight, and endless crowds cheered his name from all directions.

Xiao Chi stepped on the bright and shadowy crystal light pool, stretching his body wantonly. Whether it is a powerful percussion music or a gentle and emotional piano music, he can be interpreted to the extreme by his posture and voice.

What the audience sees are his dance moves, songs, or other film and television works. For Xiao Chi, that is the only proof of his existence in the world.

If a virtual idol also has life.

Leaving the stage, leaving the people who love him, he has nothing left, is nothing, just a mass of cold data, silently dormant and waiting in the infinitely deep darkness.

Until the next time someone needs it.

The song is over.

Xiao Chi caressed his Adam's apple curiously, where there were still traces of trembling during singing, which made people addicted and excited.

"It turns out that human beings make sounds from here. It seems that the upper body vibrates accordingly. It's amazing..."

He reluctantly put the microphone back in place.

There was a muffled sound, as if the door of the recording cabin was being slammed from the outside.

Xiao Chi frowned and opened the door, noisy voices scrambled in, making his eardrums numb.

"Sir, you have seriously exceeded the time limit!" The staff looked at him angrily, "Please come out and let the next person in after the recording is finished, and go to the left for the lottery."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Xiao Chi ignored the complaints of others, and squeezed towards the lottery with great interest. Subconsciously, he felt as if he had forgotten something, but compared to the lottery, those were not important.

The man in the peaked cap who was in line behind him waited for nearly half an hour before he could enter. He finally rolled his eyes at Xiao Chi's leaving back: "It's laying eggs in it. It's really..."

The peaked cap closed the door of the recording cabin, and was about to upload his accompaniment from the terminal, when he suddenly noticed something was wrong—a sheet of music was brightly lit on the recording display screen, with lyrics written on it.

Song title: "Farewell to the Past".

He pressed the relisten button with a delicate expression, and the single that Xiao Chi had recorded just now sounded from the earphones.

His eyes were narrowed, widened slightly until they were rounded, and the peaked cap was startled by Xiao Chi's singing so much that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

Accompanied by the climax of the music, his heart was surging, his scalp was numb, and he was completely immersed in Xiao Chi's emotions. When the last long ending ended, he licked his dry lips unsatisfied, and couldn't wait to listen to it again.

Suddenly, a startling possibility occurred to him.

With trembling hands, I clicked on the recording touch screen, and several huge reminder buttons in the lower right corner came into view—please scan your name, ID number and mobile terminal.

As a black household through and through, Xiao Chi naturally does not have such personal information.

Like being hit by a sudden pie, the cap feels greasy in the palm of the hand, and the heart is beating wildly...

Xiao Chi didn't realize that he had made a serious mistake at all. Even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care about it. After all, he only came to the Star Show Competition for the purpose of drawing a lottery.

At this time, he was queuing up in the lottery area.

In order to increase the fun, the organizer specially designed the lottery activity as a big turntable, which requires participants to turn it themselves, rather than simply selecting numbers by machine.

This manual control method is in Xiao Chi's arms.

After finally waiting for him to come on stage, Xiao Chi was gearing up and walked up to the turntable with great vigor.

There are many kinds of prizes on the turntable. In addition to cash, there are general concert tickets, diamond VIP gift packages, free ten-country tour for two, and so on.

Apart from cash, Xiao Chi has no interest in other prizes, only the 2 yuan cash prize in his eyes, as if waving at him with infinite affection.

He held the dummy with one hand, felt the speed and friction of the rotation, and spotted the narrow grid where the cash prize was located, which was less than the width of a fist and almost as wide as the dummy pointer.

With a strong flick of the wrist, it spun crazily as if it was flying. Amid the exclamation of everyone, the pointer slowly stopped on the grid of the cash prize, as accurately as if it had been measured by an instrument.

"Congratulations to this gentleman for winning the 2 yuan cash prize!"

The host responsible for distributing the prizes excitedly handed over the microphone: "Do you have anything to say, sir?"

Xiao Chi remembered the last imitation doll in his heart, and urged with false eyes: "Can you hurry up? I'm in a hurry."

"Uh, well..."

When Xiao Chi took the bearer cash card and hurried back to the doll shop across the road, the boss was cleaning up the house, most of the few dolls left on the shelves were still there, except the topmost place was empty.

"Where's my doll?"

The boss still remembered Xiao Chi's face, so he couldn't help smiling and said, "Young man, you are late, Xiao Chi's doll has just been bought."

The light in his pupils instantly dimmed, and Xiao Chi lowered his eyes in disappointment: "I won the big prize for nothing."

"Hey, did you really go to the star show competition?" Xiao Chi's appearance was so deceptive that even the boss couldn't bear to see him, so he stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "I'll ask the purchaser later, come back tomorrow Try your luck, maybe there's something new."

Although it was a polite remark, Xiao Chi took it seriously and nodded immediately: "Then I'll come back next time. Boss, do you know how Huanyi Company is going?"