Virtual Superstar Breeding Diary

A spherical chandelier in the shape of a bird's nest hangs on the circular suspended ceiling of the restaurant.

The round mahogany dining table has a bunch of fresh ruddy wintersweet cut in the center.

Watching Xiao Chi, who was still wearing an apron, busy setting up the dishes, Ji Chenxuan had a very faint smile in his eyes, and he thought of the scene in the kitchen again, his heart felt as if it was heated by boiling oil.

Soon, he flattened the corners of his mouth, sat down at the table calmly, wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief, and waited for a warm family dinner.

But in the end, there were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks, surrounded by a single plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, relatively silent.

"Don't you think there is something missing?" Ji Chenxuan finally spoke up when Xiao Chi ate the third rib.

"What?" Xiao Chi asked vaguely.

"You eat this for dinner?" Not even rice!

"That's right." Xiao Chi blinked, and suddenly realized, "You want to eat too? No problem, I can give you a share!"

The idol, who was still wearing an apron, graciously picked the biggest rib, put it in Ji Chenxuan's smooth bowl, and smiled thoughtfully again: "You're welcome."

"..."

Ji Chenxuan's face sank like water, and he squinted his eyes to stare at the other person's face: "So you just plan to make something for yourself?"

Fortunately, he was still fantasizing just now, and his wife and idol wash their hands to make soup, and they will have dinner together after get off work, everything is a lie!

Xiao Chi was chewing short ribs in his mouth, puffing out half of his cheeks, spitting out the bones, and looking at him suspiciously: "Don't you think that other people's cooking is not good, so you want to cook by yourself? So you want to eat my cooking What? Tell me earlier."

Ji Chenxuan denied it without changing his face, "I didn't say that."

"Oh." Xiao Chi nodded knowingly, then, pinching the edge of the dinner plate, he dragged a whole plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of him.

Seeing that the only dish was getting farther and farther away from him, Ji Chenxuan poked his chopsticks into the plate to stop, and said every word: "But since you made it, I can also taste it."

Xiao Chi silently watched the other party pick up the short ribs and ate them into his mouth, swallowed them slowly, and frowned slightly: "You put too much vinegar, it's a bit sour..."

"The bones are not crispy enough..."

"Barely able to swallow..."

Xiao Chi pouted unhappily: "I eat it myself if you don't like it."

He was about to put down his chopsticks—the plate was almost empty, and there were only a few pieces piled pitifully on the edge of the plate.

Xiao Chi was dumbfounded: "What you say is different from what you do?"

Ji Chenxuan gracefully wiped off a little stain on the corner of his mouth, Shi Shiran stood up: "It's too greasy to eat meat alone, I'll ask Anna to make some vegetable and fruit salad, you take it easy."

Xiao Chi: "..."

After eight o'clock, the moonlight quietly covered the eaves of the rain, and the accumulated raindrops knocked on the window sill, splashing a series of silver starlight.

Ji Chenxuan returned to the study room, put the coffee at hand, a light blue keyboard appeared on the transparent desktop, and the tilted projection screen automatically brought up his frequently used folders, marked with a string of mysterious numerals.

Touch the finger to open it, enter the password, and several subfolders inside are named after the date. Ji Shenxuan uses today's date to create a new text:

"On X, X, following the mango cake, Xiaocute cooked for me today. It was so delicious for the first time. It is worthy of being a talented player. But the portion is not enough, and it is not enough to eat. I will try harder next time.

The little cutie wanted to throw away the handicrafts she made by herself. She really didn't know how to cherish them. Fortunately, she asked Anna to organize them in time. There was also a cartoon bear figure. I secretly put it in the desk drawer, so he wouldn't find it. "

Facing the screen expressionlessly, Ji Chenxuan archived, locked, and hidden the diary in one go.

He silently took a sip of coffee, and began to browse the follow-up discussions about Xiao Chi on social networking sites.

Log in to your own private entertainment self-media black fan account, and like the comments on the Internet that mock AI companies for dumping the pot.

By the way, I reposted an article with the headline "The fans of the No. 1 virtual idol can't fight at all. Less than two weeks after Xiao Chi left, the fans have climbed the wall. What should the AI ​​company do?"

Immediately afterwards, he switched to President Huanyi's large size, and gave a thumbs up to the official blog of the National Star Show.

After finishing all this, Ji Chenxuan began to check the company's confidential documents and deal with them in an orderly manner.

From a secret idiot fan to an opponent, and then to the helm of a dignified entertainment company, the transition is smooth, even without excessive.

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The next day, the clouds disappeared and the rain fell.

The Beidu Branch of the Organizing Committee of the National Star Show Audition Organizing Committee.

The sky was bright outside the window, but the office was drowsy. The heavy curtains were tightly covered, and only a small desk lamp was turned on on the desk with piles of documents.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the listening cabin opened, and a fat and short hand stretched out from inside, holding the door tremblingly.

The man who climbed out was rubbing his slightly protruding belly, his eyes were black and blue, and his expression was in a daze. With a little yellow light, he touched the chocolate box on the table, and quickly grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth like pouring beans.

"My God, I finally came back to life. I'm exhausted. This job is really not done by humans." The man spread out on the sofa, closed his eyes tiredly, and yawned slowly.

"Director! Director! Director Li!"

When Xu Shi heard the sound of the listening cabin, someone pushed the door open and entered. The person who came was a tall, thin man, wearing a blue and white striped shirt, shaking a mini USB flash drive in his hand, his face flushed as if he was drunk.

"What are you shouting about? I'm not dead yet." Li Mingxin rolled his eyes angrily, "My surname Wan, if you come to bring me food, I thank you, if you come to send me songs, bye bye." I'm about to die suddenly!"

Wanbaoluo, the producer of the music department of Huanyi Company, and Li Mingxin, the music director, were called double cheap, fat and thin.

"Oh, Director Fatty, you are so smart." Wan Baoluo winked at him, and raised the encrypted USB flash drive in his hand, "I have a few new songs recommended by the judges of the division, which can be called the sound of nature. Guaranteed that you will be full of energy and rejuvenated after listening to it!"

Li Mingxin sneered and covered his ears: "I don't listen to it, I don't listen to it! If the group of people recommended it without bragging about it, I'll fuck him! If it's not a karaoke-level song this time, I'll give you my stomach!" Ball!"

"That's because you're too picky." Wanbaoluo moved the plug-in speaker on the cabinet and connected it to the encrypted USB flash drive. "There are still a lot of talents in this Xingxiu audition."

"Do you think all the good seedlings are leeks? These days, talent shows have gone to sea, how can there be so many leftovers?" Li Mingxin folded his arms, leaning lazily on the sofa, chewing chocolate beans, and said vaguely, "Last year, the ratings of the National Star Show were mediocre. If there is no hit this year, and it continues to decline, the program can be stopped next year."

Wanbaoluo was operating the speaker, and winked at him mysteriously: "Don't be so pessimistic, what if it explodes this year?"

Li Mingxin shook his head and sighed: "Virtual idols have seized the market on a large scale. Now that the technology is advanced, people can modify their sound however they want. They can make you into a swan. There are no restrictions on vocal range and lung capacity. How can real singers compare?" ?”

"Don't say that, I don't like to listen to virtual idol singing, no matter how good it sounds, I think it's fake." Wan Baoluo finished debugging, and pressed the play button, "Let's not discuss this, let the big people above worry about it, let's listen Song."

Although he yelled not to listen, at the moment the prelude to the music sounded, Li Mingxin calmed down instantly, stopped eating chocolate, closed his eyes and entered the state of listening and appreciating.

The first song is a lyrical song combining pop music and folk songs. The melody and lyrics are both excellent. The trickling tunes rush from small streams to big rivers, and the high tide pours down like waterfalls, which is touching.

Li Mingxin tapped his toes, and when the first song was about to end, he opened his eyes and said that he could cut the song: "The lyrics and music are good, but it's a pity that the singing skills are still at the level of karaoke. It’s a pity to get a high score.”

Seeing him shaking his head, Wan Baoluo curled his lips to express his dissatisfaction: "For a rookie, talent is more important. If your singing skills are not strong, you can still practice. Come on, listen to the next song."

The second piece is a retro-style slow-paced piece. Li Mingxin yawned when he heard the looping tune. , not up and down, no memorable qualities, forget it after listening, don't waste time, cut songs and songs."

The tall and thin one complained, "This is Shouwang.com."

"So what? I won't listen to your nonsense anymore."

The next few songs were all refuted mercilessly by Li Mingxin, and none of them could be fully heard to the end.

"Li Pangpang, you are too picky." Wan Baoluo counted on his fingers with a slumped face, "It also needs to have a prominent tone, catchy melody, ingenious arrangement, and in-depth lyrics. , Singing skills are very contagious, are you judging newcomers? Why don’t you go to the Grammys? You? If there are such newcomers, it’s your turn to be Bole?"

Li Mingxin was at a loss for words for a while, knowing that he was wrong, he still held his neck to argue: "Then I don't want to write down all these songs, I always want the short ones to be taller, why don't I ask for a taller one? Besides, the judging panel It's not just me who has the final say, but you as well."

Wan Baoluo said angrily: "There is one last song, if you want to listen to it, you will be discouraged if you don't listen to it."

"Don't listen, don't listen, I'm tired, sleepy and hungry, let go of my ears." Li Mingxin waved his hand, like chasing flies, "You guys choose it yourself, I'm too lazy to listen, anyway, at most Karaoke standard."

Wan Baoluo went straight to Tianling Gai in anger. He wanted to argue a few words for his favorite finale song, but stopped, and sneered, he pulled out the USB flash drive and threw it on the desk: "If you missed it, baby, don't regret it!" !"

"Tch, it's still a baby. I believe you are a ghost." Seeing the other party slam the door away angrily, Li Mingxin held the chocolate pot and moaned, "I regret that I am a pig."

Overwork made him so sleepy that his eyelids trembled, so he folded his clothes on the sofa and lay down in the posture of embracing a chocolate pot, and fell asleep in a blink of an eye, snoring like thunder...

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In the winter afternoon, the warm sun cast a warm pale gold on the head of the bed.

Xiao Chi, who was taking a nap, was dragged up by Ji Chenxuan, and he climbed onto the flying car sleepily, and the moment he spread his wings and climbed up, his drowsiness was immediately thrown out of the sky.

He pressed his face against the car window, watching the street lamps and vegetation on the side of the road thrown far under his feet, and the road curved into a black python, extending infinitely.

"We're flying." Xiao Chi concluded with high spirits.

"I don't want to become a birdman yet." Ji Chenxuan turned on the automatic intelligent driving, and glanced at him from the rearview mirror, "The plumbing at home is broken, so I called the maintenance personnel to come and fix it, and I went out for dinner."

"It seems a little early for dinner at this point..."

Ji Chenxuan said lightly: "I have the final say."

Xiao Chi leaned over with his brain stump, rubbed his chin, and stared at the back of the other's head suspiciously: "It's so suspicious, are you going to kidnap and sell me? Bully me for being uneducated, and sell me, who is as beautiful as a flower, to the primitive valley In the ditch, imprisoned?"

"..." Ji Chenxuan almost choked on his own saliva, and he clenched his mouth helplessly, "Where did you see this mess?"

"It's written on tomorrow's headline."

Ji Chenxuan sneered: "There is one thing you are quite self-aware."

"What?"

"Uneducated, after all, you are a guy who doesn't even have compulsory education." Ji Chenxuan mocked mercilessly.

"No, you're wrong." Xiao Chi scratched his hair shyly, "I haven't even attended kindergarten."

"..."

When the black flying car was parked on the parking lot, 10 minutes passed.

The car door opened automatically, Xiao Chi looked up at the resplendent commercial building in front of him, raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Why are you here?"

Ji Chenxuan touched the button of his cuff casually, and said slowly: "There is a private club above, which is opened by my friend. There is a wine party tonight. Some famous people in the industry are invited to show you the world. , if you can get acquainted with each other, it will be helpful for your debut in the future."

Xiao Chi half understood: "But it's not that I haven't signed the contract yet."

"Don't worry, have you finished reading all the books I asked you to read? If you make some low-level jokes after you become a public figure, you won't look good on your face." Ji Chenxuan gave him a meaningful look, and led him into the building Walk.

There are shopping malls below the fourth floor, and Ji Chenxuan led him straight to the men's luxury brand area. There are very few customers on this floor, and it looks quite cold. The floor tiles are polished and polished, and the two pairs of leather shoes make crisp footsteps.

When the female clerk saw the two, their unique temperament made people's eyes shine. She hurriedly greeted them with a professional smile: "Do you want to order or try on ready-made clothes? What kind of clothes do you need?"

Ji Chenxuan looked around for a week, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and said casually, "Go and pick out a suit you like."

As soon as the words were finished, an electric bell rang from the wristband. He looked down, gestured, and said, "You try on clothes, I'll go out and answer the phone."

Xiao Chi watched his back leave, browsing the dazzling array of clothes at a loss.

Pick your favorite dress?But he saw that these dark suits all looked similar!

Xiao Chi, who doesn't know what aesthetics are, fell into a certain choice phobia.

Across the counter, the female clerk peeked at his side face, carefully recalling the recent popular stars, it seems that there is no such face.

Seeing him looking left and right looking undecided, the female shop assistant immediately went around to him, staring at his face openly and honestly at close range: "Sir, the black one you have is very suitable for you, how about this?" The dark blue one is also good, you want to try it if you narrow your waist to show your figure?"

"Uh..." Xiao Chi nodded indifferently, and carried the clothes hook to the dressing room to try on clothes.

When he came out after changing, he ran into a man in formal attire head-on. Fortunately, he controlled his steps precisely and barely avoided an embarrassing collision.

Even so, the man opposite was still taken aback.

The man was well-dressed, his hair was long behind his ears, and he had seven-point bangs on his forehead. Although he was wearing a pair of large-framed brown sunglasses, which hid the look in his eyes, he could vaguely distinguish his exquisite appearance.

Xiao Chi was half a head taller than him. After seeing Xiao Chi's appearance clearly, he paused his gaze, and then saw the extremely slim single-breasted jacquard suit, dark blue vest and white lining, as if tailor-made It perfectly fits his body curve, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and elegant, a little too big and a little too thin.

The man frowned slightly, not because Xiao Chi was not dressed properly, on the contrary, it was too good-looking—exactly the same as what he was wearing—and contrasted with his own size, which made him pale by comparison.

Zhuangshan is not terrible, whoever is ugly is embarrassed.

Wen Anran now encountered an extremely embarrassing moment.

However, Xiao Chi's gaze was wrong, and he brushed past him, not paying any extra attention to him.

It was because of this plain look that Wen Anran instantly felt an anger of being ignored.

His own endorsement advertisement poster was hanging at the door, this brat saw him, not to mention paying attention, he didn't even show a surprised expression, is he blind?

From behind came the stunning flattery of the female shop assistant: "My God, sir, you look so handsome in this suit, like a movie star!"

Wen Anran's face darkened even more, and he quickened his pace to the fitting room to change out of his suit. When he came out, Xiao Chi was standing in front of the fitting mirror, frowning at the 5 price tag: "It's just a piece of clothing." , unexpectedly so expensive, more expensive than imitation dolls..."

Wen Anran's gloomy brows stretched, revealing a strange expression, walked to Xiao Chi's side, and leaned slightly: "Sir, do you know what kind of brand this is? It's not something that anyone can afford, you're afraid Wrong place."

Coincidentally, the female shop assistant walked over with a tie that Xiao Chi picked out at random, Wen Anran caught a glimpse of it from the corner of her eye, ah, flirtatious polka dot.

The corner of his mouth turned up in disdain: "Country bun."

Wen Anran ignored Xiao Chi no longer, and turned to tell the female shop assistant: "My size is too small, change it to a bigger size."

The latter looked at him in embarrassment: "Mr. Wen, the supply of this item is insufficient, and the size is only worn by this gentleman for the time being. I will call now to adjust the item."

"Don't bother, I'm in a hurry." Wen Anran leaned back lazily, propped her elbows on the counter, and nodded her chin towards Xiao Chi, "Just this one on him, anyway—this gentleman probably bought it. Sorry, don’t waste your precious time and mine, by the way, iron it for me, I don’t like any weird smell on it.”