Chapter 9: Readings, doorways, surprise visits.

Taking advantage of the few days away from Yang Baihua, Chi Xiaochi finished the official demos of "Between Hearts", "Love You" and "Autumn Thoughts" one by one.

The song titles were carefully crafted by Cheng Yuan, and to be released, they had to be, and could only be, these three names.

Cheng Yuan's golden finger works well, and Chi Xiaochi's work is not difficult for him, as countless melodic chapters naturally come out of his head whenever he thinks of creating something.

After recording the last song, Chi Xiaochi lies on her bed and expresses her feelings, "I feel like an artist."

061 laughs, "You didn't used to."

After the drawbridge effect of a night at the ghost movie, the two men's revolutionary class friendship is strengthened, and now the natter gets smoother and smoother.

Chi Xiaochi said, "I used to be a high school graduate, but now I'm a bachelor's degree holder in the blink of an eye."

061 said, "...... It turns out that a student who has been on scholarship for three years in a row can be called a schmuck."

Chi Xiaochi said quietly, "Even my grades are known. Look at my interviews from what year."

061: "......" was set up.

Chi Xiaochi sighs, "Watching my movies and catching up on my interviews. Brainwashed fans are scary."

061: "......" I'm not, I'm not, I'm really decent system.

061 hung back, "I'm just trying to get to know you to facilitate the mission."

Chi Xiaochi rolled over, facing the ceiling, and stopped talking.

This silence caused 061 to suddenly panic a little. Realizing he hadn't said that very nicely, he added, "...... You're not all I've been tasked with, either."

That came from the heart.

Chi Xiaochi is his eleventh host.

For the host, the system is the only thing he can trust and rely on in a strange and isolated world.

Despite being formatted, 061 knew from residual senses that every time he and his host parted ways, it wasn't too pleasant an experience.

061 wants to be the cold emotionless system just because he doesn't want to be sad about parting anymore.

But he still can't seem to do it.

Chi Xiaochi said, "You don't have to explain."

061: "I ......"

Chi Xiaochi said quietly, "I can't believe I lost your favor so quickly."

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi sighs, "I'm no longer the Mr. Chi you loved."

061: "......" I'll be redundantly concerned about you.

But he was also relieved.

Chi Xiaochi was not quite like any of the hosts he had experienced before, a little childish in his speech, but independent and calm in his actions.

Such a person has a lot of fancy words, but is very good at separating the pros and cons.

His desire to return to the present world was strong. Even if he had to say goodbye in the future, it probably wouldn't be too hard.

After the drama, Chi Xiaochi slipped into silent sage mode.

He reached out and touched the bottle of sleeping pills at the foot of the bed, only to realize it was empty.

Chi Xiaochi, get up and get ready to change.

061: "Where are you going? The pharmacies are closed at this hour."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Then I'll find an opera house and go bouncing. Bounce until the pharmacy opens."

061: "......"

Cheng Yuan's body wasn't made of iron, in order to finish the demo, he had stayed up for three days in a row, and if he went to get high now, in case he crashed and died, how would he fill out his work report then? "Host died due to waves"?

061, helpless, said, "Lie down."

Chi Xiaochi exulted, "Liu Liu, planning to give me the hypnosis card for free?"

061: "......" Who's Six-Six.

Chi Xiaochi guessed what 061 was thinking, "I figured it out, it's not good to call you zero or one, it's easy to cause misunderstanding."

061: "......"

Chi Xiaochi : "So it's still good to hear six-six."

061 sighed deeply.

Six-six is six-six.

He said, "It's not good for your health if you're always dependent on drugs. How about this, I'll read to you every day before you go to bed, so maybe it will be better. Even if you can't sleep and listen to me read, you won't be bored."

Chi Xiaochi is truly silent this time.

061 asked, "Is this okay."

Chi Xiaochi hung the removed jacket back on the hanger and sat back on the bed, "Quite the service. Have all your hosts enjoyed this kind of treatment before?"

061 replied gently, "You're the only one I've run into who can't sleep."

Chi Xiaochi flattened herself on the bed, rested one hand behind her head, and said, "...... Good for you."

"Which book do you want to listen to? I'm going back to the system lobby to download it now, I'll be back in five minutes."

"Harry Potter." Chi Xiaochi gave the title but hesitated, "No, not Harry Potter."

The system waited good-naturedly for his reply.

Soon after, Chi Xiaochi enunciated the title of the book with a straight face, "A high school politics book for the Humanistic Teaching Edition."

061: "...... Wait a minute."

The system went for five minutes and returned on time.

He unfolded the pages, coughed twice, and began to read.

061's voice is already an extremely pleasant youthful sound, and the sound that has been carefully moisturized is even more like a spring vine wrapped around a tree, the branches and leaves warmed by the sunshine weaving a gentle arena that wraps Chi Xiaochi's consciousness.

Chi Xiaochi closed her eyes and curled up under the covers, "Teacher, what middle school are you in? If you teach me politics, I promise not to sleep."

061 smiled gently, "Really not sleeping?" Chi Xiaochi was not an honest student at first glance.

Chi Xiaochi laughed along, "Unless you can control me."

"How can I control you?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "Good looking."

061 Tenderness.

He didn't even know what he looked like himself, the system's self-awareness system was perennially turned off, and even if he looked in the mirror, all he could see was a mosaic.

He didn't want to mind Chi Xiaochi though, as long as he was happy and the task was completed quickly, progress on his end could be accelerated as well.

--Complete 200 missions, and he'll be able to break his contract with the Master System.

By then, he'd be able to make it to an appointment.

But he seems to have been late, years late, late he had an accident and was formatted with memories.

It didn't matter though. He'd always be able to remember once he got back to the part of the worldline where he belonged.

061 connects to the indoor lighting system, dims the light in the room, and instructs Chi Xiaochi on sleeping positions: "Close your eyes and put your hands down, it's not good to sleep with your hands up all the time."

Chi Xiaochi closed her eyes, but her hand was still padded under the pillow.

He whispered, "It's Lou Ying all right."

--To keep him in check, you have to be good looking or Lou Ying, nothing else.

061 didn't hear and asked, "What?"

Chi Xiaochi did not say anything else, 061 continued to read until Chi Xiaochi breathing gradually evened out, pale green cheeks also gradually emerged light pink blood color.

061 did not call him and only confirmed that Chi Xiaochi was indeed asleep by observing his body data.

061 Relieved to think that it worked.

Three seconds later, the lights went out.

The next day, after a good night's sleep, Chi Xiaochi put his master tapes in a paper bag, cooked and brought them to Cheng Jian.

061 was surprised to see Chi Xiaochi, with her apron on, beating an egg and placing it in the pot.

...... He can actually cook.

Cheng Jian was just as surprised as 061 when he saw his brother carrying a lunch box and being brought in by his secretary.

He was even more surprised to hear that Cheng Yuan had made the fried rice.

Today, the temperature in the city dropped to the lowest since the beginning of winter, Cheng Yuan's nose was red with cold, and as soon as he entered the door, he held the hot water and gulped it down.

Cheng Jian lifted the lunch box, inside is a rice and soup, pig's feet soybean soup and egg fried rice. Egg fried rice on the grains are sticky egg, ham is now cut, chopped fine; pig's feet is stewed fine rotten, take chopsticks gently poke, bone meat skin on the crisp score to leave, hot air through the fresh, fragrant nose.

Cheng Yuan hailed, "Brother, you eat. It's hot. This lunchbox I bought has excellent insulation."

...... Just by looking at the solid portions alone, you can tell it's not a takeout order from outside.

Cheng Jian said sourly, "You're quite a good wife and mother. You've kept your precious paw playing the piano for so many years, was it meant for you to use it to turn spoons?"

Cheng Yuan smiled with his eyes curved, "I'm happy to give Brother a spoon. Isn't Brother happy?"

Cheng Jian : "...... hum."

Then he swept up all the food.

When he finished eating, Cheng Yuan also gave a clear account of his intentions.

Cheng Jian pushes his lunchbox, "You want to pitch the song?"

Cheng Yuan held the paper bag with an expectant look, "Do you know where to throw it?"

"I have a few classmates who work in entertainment companies, I'll ask for you." Cheng Jian didn't know much about this aspect of things, so naturally he wouldn't easily make any promises, "What goals do you have for yourself?"

Cheng Yuan shook his head coquettishly.

Cheng Jian 恨铁不成钢："......傻狍一个，什么都不上心。"

Cheng Yuan was foolishly happy.

"Still laughing." Cheng Jian's face slumped, "Two of my buddies, who have heard you sing before, both asked me about you and asked if you had any plans to debut, but you turned them down. One of them is in Yundu Entertainment and the other is in Nebula Entertainment, which one do you want to try? Or do you want to cast both?"

Cheng Yuan thought hard, "Nebula."

Cheng Jian : "...... picked it blindly, right?"

Cheng Yuan: "Nebula is a nice name."

Cheng Jian ："...... "果果然傻狍子.

Cheng Jian got up, took the paper bag from his arms and opened it, "Is it urgent?"

Cheng Yuan bowed his head slightly sheepishly, "It is a bit urgent ...... Lao Yang s place is due to pay the rent."

Cheng Jian: "......"

He made a move to kick the ass of the brother who had basically been reduced to being a servant in the Yang family.

Cheng Yuan immediately hugged Cheng Jian's arm, blearily pouting, "Brother."

Cheng Jian a confused, did not expect this always beaten up leap faster than a rabbit brother will be close to their own, and so reacted, face and a little hot: "rub what rub, thick skin to you."

When Cheng Yuan wandered out of the office with his lunch box, Cheng Jian took out the CD and put it into the computer.

He didn't know much about music, but the intro had only just come on and he was beaming with a rather proud smile.

...... This is written by Cheng Yuan.

However, when the melody advances a little and comes to the chorus, Cheng Jian freezes.

He wasn't a music major and couldn't tell you one, two, three or four, but he at least knew what sounded good.

Outside Cheng Jian's office, 061 asked him, "Why Nebula?"

Chi Xiaochi replied, "Because I don't want to go into Yundu."

Unlike Cheng Yuan, Chi Xiaochi does his research beforehand.

It would be a waste for Cheng Yuan's song to be produced for a small company, however, he had no experience in his last life, plus his brother Cheng Jian had a wide range of connections and had dealings with the senior staff of many large entertainment companies, so if he pitched his own song, his brother would surely know about it over and over again.

He was young and inexperienced, and was encouraged by Yang Baihua to separate himself from his family, so he thought it was inappropriate for him to rely on his family's protection to earn money after he had just fallen out with them.

This time, Chi Xiaochi came directly to Cheng Jian and took a shortcut without blushing.

He had plans to join a large entertainment company, but the only thing he didn't plan to do was enter Cloud Capital Entertainment.

The company Tang Huan works for is not convenient for him to implement his plan.

061 was about to say something else, but suddenly paused, "...... He's coming."

"Who?"

061 said, "Yang Baihua."

Chi Xiaochi : "...... hmm?"

061 said, "I've connected to your new car's GPS, and now someone has entered your current address into the GPS. It should be Yang Baihua coming for you."

"His parents are coming for a week. He's not staying with his parents?"

061 said, "It's noon." His mom and dad are probably taking a nap.

After ...... hanging him out to dry for so many days, he finally couldn't sit still?

In the past few days, Yang Baihua's favorability value has been fluctuating and very unstable, so it can be seen that his heart is also in turmoil, and he is quite concerned about "Lou Ying", the hairy girl that "Cheng Yuan" talked about.

Chi Xiaochi shrugged, "I wasn't home, but I just told him to pounce."

He then added without regret, "But it would have been nice if Lou was really at home. It's a bit of a shame that he cares so much about Lou and made a special trip to see him, leaving him empty-handed."

061: "...... can."

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

061 said, "I can make physical replica images that look exactly like normal people to the naked eye, and I can also have a brief physical touch. Although the General System strictly forbids us to use entities to contact the outside world, as long as the host doesn't report it to the General System, there's no problem. ...... I can pretend to be Lou Ying."

Chi Xiaochi thought about it, "Yeah."

061: "Uh-huh."

Chi Xiaochi: "Become handsome."

061: "...... hmmm."

061 thought about whether or not to draw up a form after any movie star, but for one thing it was troublesome, and for another, his own looks had been complimented as handsome by more than one of his system colleagues.

He thought about it and used his true form.

Soon, a 061 was projected in the apartment.

He sat quietly on the bed, looking at his hands and feet, and then at the floor mirror, which invariably came into view as a big pile of mosaic.

Sure enough.

He had nothing else to do, so he folded the clothes that Chi Xiaochi had thrown on the bed one by one and put them into the closet.

About half an hour later, the communication phone rang and it was the doorman, saying that Mr. Ching, who lived here, had a visitor.

061 replied, "Yes. Is it a gentleman by the name of Yang? Ask him to come in."

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang and he got up to answer it.

On the other side of the door was Yang Baihua Unmistakably, 061 smiled and nodded at the frothing Yang Baihua, "Mr. Yang? Xiao Yuan told me you'd be coming."

However, Yang Baihua, who had always been considerate, froze for a long time after meeting 061, not even paying attention to 061's greeting.

"...... Mr. Young?"

He had no idea what it looked like in Yang Baihua's eyes.

The person in front of him wore white clothes and black pants, his waist and back were straight, and he was a few centimeters taller than him, yet his clean temperament, especially the direction of his eyebrows and eyes, was actually not very different from Yang Baihua!