stjorthotic Chapter 112 Didn't you hear someone trying to lull me to sleep?
Chapter 112 Didn't you hear someone trying to lull me to sleep?
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In a university dormitory, a male student was lying on his bed watching a live stream when his phone was smashed into his face, causing his nose to bleed.
But he didn't bother wiping it; he grabbed his phone and frantically took screenshots.
"Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"This close-up is killing me!"
"This is so beautiful! Is this skin real? Are these facial features a masterpiece created by Nuwa herself?"
At home of a certain otaku.
Looking at the girl on the screen, smiling gently at the camera.
The otaku clutched his chest, feeling his heart rate soar to 180.
It moved...
"My DNA has moved!"
"This is the wife of my dreams! This is my first love!"
"From now on, I will only support Jiang Baizhi!"
At this moment, the barrage of comments became so thick that even human faces were no longer visible:
[Ahhhh! A beauty overload!]
[I thought the close-ups before were already beautiful enough, but this is an absolute stunner!]
[Director, you deserve a bonus! I'm going to play this close-up a million times!]
I want to be that guitar! I want to be held in her arms!
[This is so adorable! It looks so soft and cuddly, I just want to cuddle it!]
[I was so happy I just said, "Wife!!"]
Followed by.
The camera zoomed out and was cut into two parts.
One part is the "elf" in the center of the stage, enveloped in soft light, while the other part is the close-up of the four mentors' micro-expressions captured by high-definition cameras.
When Jiang Bai sang the line, "My darling baby, here's a little sweetness for you."
The expressions on the faces of the four mentors were all identical—they all cracked.
It was a complex expression that mixed "shock", "surprise", "enjoyment" and "what kind of amazing operation is this?"
Na-young's mouth was slightly open, and her eyebrows were raised high.
It's as if it's saying, "On a competitive stage where you're testing your high notes and lung capacity, you actually try to use this 'gentleman' approach on me?"
But the next second, her eyes softened, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly.
That was the smile of an aunt after she had been completely healed.
Wang Feng's hand, which was adjusting his glasses, froze in mid-air. The sharpness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a kind of dazed look called "tough guy with a tender heart".
Lee Ronghao strained his small eyes, as if trying to see through the back of the chair to see what kind of deity was sitting behind him.
Zhang Xingzhe, the prince of love songs, has completely given up on managing his facial expressions at this moment.
With his eyes closed, his head swayed gently to the rhythm, his face showing an expression of blissful ecstasy, as if he were ascending to heaven.
The camera switched again, panning to the audience below the stage.
Normally at times like this, the audience would either be whispering to each other or waving their light sticks around aimlessly.
But at the moment.
The hundreds of audience members present were surprisingly in unison.
They sat there quietly, some with their hands clasped together and resting on their chins, some with their heads slightly tilted back and eyes closed, and some with smiles on their lips and dreamy eyes.
His face was etched with the word "enjoyment".
The comforting feeling of being soothed by the singing and bathed in beauty can be felt even through the screen.
The camera even captured a middle-aged man with a full beard looking at the stage with a kind expression, as if he were seeing his newborn daughter.
Hooray!
The sound floated out lightly.
This moment is not just a celebration on the internet.
As the signal was transmitted, this audiovisual storm called "Jiang Baizhi" swept through millions of families and corners across the country via the internet and radio waves.
...........
Inside the living room of a residential building.
"Ugh, that rock singer was so loud, it sounded like he was slaughtering a pig!"
The middle-aged man in a vest picked at his toes, picked up the remote control, and said to his wife with a look of disgust:
"Change the channel! This show is getting worse and worse, it's all just shouting!"
My wife was knitting a sweater and didn't even look up: "Let's wait a little longer, maybe something better will come along."
Just as the uncle's finger was about to press the channel change button...
On the television, a soft guitar melody began to play.
Immediately afterwards, the soft, sweet voice said, "My darling baby~ Here's something sweet for you."
The uncle's fingers froze in mid-air.
The act of picking at his toes also stopped.
That look of disgust vanished at a visible speed, replaced by... a blush of embarrassment and comfort.
"Cough cough..."
The man quietly put down the remote control, even putting his feet off the coffee table, and his posture became much more upright.
His wife looked up at him, giving him a strange look: "Why aren't you changing it?"
The middle-aged man, with a serious expression, pointed at the television:
"Don't make a sound."
"This girl...she has some talent for singing."
"It made me feel really comfortable, like I had just had a couple of drinks."
.......
A roadside barbecue stall.
Smoke and fire filled the air, and the noise of people was deafening.
The sounds of drinking games, clinking glasses, and boasting mingled together, making a commotion that gave one a headache.
The old television set hanging on the wall was originally just a background feature, and no one would give it a second glance.
until--
A soothing voice pierced through the noisy, bustling atmosphere.
The first to react was the owner who was grilling skewers.
He was holding a handful of lamb skewers, and his hand, which was sprinkling cumin, suddenly stopped.
Those eyes, squinting from the smoke, suddenly widened and stared intently at the television in the store.
Followed by.
In the shop.
The men at the table closest to the TV stopped playing rock-paper-scissors.
At the next table, the girl who was crying her eyes out while cursing her ex-boyfriend also stopped crying.
A strange phenomenon is spreading at barbecue stalls.
The once noisy stalls seemed to have been muted.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, still holding their glasses or eating skewers, craning their necks to look at the not-so-clear TV screen.
On the screen, a young girl is singing with a gentle smile.
Off-screen, a group of shirtless men watched with rapt attention.
"Boss! The meat's burnt!"
Someone shouted.
The boss waved his hand without turning his head:
"It's burnt, so be it! Stop arguing!"
"Didn't you hear someone trying to lull me to sleep... oh no, singing?"