Chapter 1266 Lessons (Part 1) (1211)

Chapter 1266 Lessons (Part 1) (12.11)

Somewhere far away, the green anaconda turned over on the huge computer screen, the tip of its tail poked into the waterfall-like data stream, and rolled out a block of data from it and put it into its mouth.

The crisp chewing sound came through the speakers, and after a while, it was replaced by a weak whimper.

"Uh, are you really leaving it like this..." Sen Ran lowered his head, "Actually, I'm not so busy that I can't get away..."

"I said it before."

The wet long hair floated on the water, like a group of black algae, almost completely filling the rectangular bathtub sunk deep into the ground.

The algae repeated: "-'There is no other way. With her personality, she can only break it and wait for her to break the string herself'."

"That's what I said..."

"Why don't you recommend helping butterflies break their cocoons artificially?" The Seventh Military Advisor said calmly.

Opening any common search engine can find the answer to this question, and Sen Ran fell silent.

After a long while, she said sullenly, "It would be nice if my father could switch on and off the emotion module freely like me."

The Seventh Military Advisor did not respond to this childish remark. The sound of water splashing rang out in the spacious room. The boundless and invisible spiritual force field spread majestically, holding up the dense black algae.

The naked man put on a bathrobe and changed the topic:

"Has the fox set off?"

"Yes, there are still two hours and forty-two minutes before Researcher Qin Yuqiao arrives at the destination." Sen Ran's voice became cold and mechanical, as if he really turned off the emotion module after making that sigh.

The Seventh Military Advisor nodded.

As a minister, he does not interfere in the affairs of the lord, but it is more than enough for him to pay attention to a few young generals.

...

The clear sound of the collision of high-heeled glasses disappeared in the brisk drum beats. Men and women of different appearances swayed lazily on the edge of the dance floor. The ambiguous orange halo enveloped the tall bar, and the glass bottles displayed in order reflected a little bit of fluorescence.

Suddenly, the music stopped, and the noisy conversations and main lighting disappeared. The dim environment seemed to be brewing a storm. The lone drinker in the VIP seat also raised his head and held his breath with everyone else.

A few seconds later, a spotlight projected directly at the entrance of the stage without hesitation.

A tall figure appeared without any warning, and his eyes flashed under the exquisite mask that almost covered his entire face.

"Zephir! Zephir!"

The noise returned after a brief surprise, and the crowd burst into hot calls. The name of the young man rang in unison in the huge venue. He just appeared and attracted all the fanatical attention.

Then he moved, his slender legs strode forward and walked to the center of the dance floor. The beam of light that belonged to him always followed his footsteps until he stepped onto the curved stage and then suddenly spread outward, with the rotating light ball hanging under the ceiling blooming neon colors.

The right hand wearing a black half-gloved hand gently and teasingly stroked the mixing board with dense buttons, and pressed the play button heavily at an unexpected time.

In an instant, the rhythmic and dynamic music resounded throughout the venue, the atmosphere was completely ignited, and a surge of sound waves was aroused. Wherever you look, you can see the followers waving their hands in ecstasy.

"It's just right!" The man roared and raised the bottle, "It has to be the trump card of Emperor Entertainment Group!"

Louder than the roar was the scream of the women. No one could take their eyes off the graceful body of the controller. Under the spotlight, he seemed to be as white as a god. The thin white shirt could not cover the skin inside. The thin belt like a chain was loosely wrapped around his waist. It was clearly an inconspicuous brown-black color, but because of his ostentatious action of sitting sideways on the DJ table with his hand propped up, he exuded a special sense of presence.

With his head tilted, he clipped the monitor headphones on his shoulders. "Zefir" swayed slightly with the drum beats, lazily but accurately stuck to every beat. His hands firmly grasped the key of emotion, twisting and pressing with ease, playing with each heartstring in his palm.

This was a crazy long night.

…

Before dawn, the young DJ quietly walked off the stage. Some people were drunk and some were asleep in the venue. There was no applause to send him off, but the silence after the carnival was the best compliment, which meant that everyone was driven to devote themselves, and this could better reflect the DJ's ability to control the scene than the amount deposited into the bank card.

Entering the dressing room, the DJ took off the gorgeous mask. The uneven pattern on it looked like a butterfly, and there was a line of cursive under the eye sockets, Zefir, the name of a white wine, and also the DJ's unique code in the famous nightclub Emperor Entertainment Group.

Based on the family environment, the DJ knew more about tea than wine. When the general manager of the Hangzhou Emperor Group asked him which bottle he wanted to choose in the famous wine collection room, he looked around and finally set his sights on Zefir, not because he liked it, but because its English name starts with Z, five letters, the same as his teacher.

After putting away the mask, DJ's hand hovered on the top of his head without taking off the wig.

Distinctive personal characteristics are an advantage, which can easily cause blind spots in the thinking of others, just like now, just looking at the back, no one can connect this DJ with messy bangs and a warrior head with long hair tied in a bun and amethyst hairpin with "Thousand Colors" Xia Song.

Xia Song changed his clothes, put on sunglasses, masks and scarves, and walked out of the Queen's Gate with his head down carrying a gym bag.

The car had already stopped on the side of the road. He bent down and sat in the back seat. After driving a distance, he took off the wig, rubbed his tight scalp, and used his fingers to comb the real hair that was messed up by the hair net.

Before being busy with performances and music shows, not only Xia Song, but also the other members of the idol group have obviously reduced the frequency of doing side jobs - except Xing Yufei and Lou Lan, both of them have a fixed side job every year - but with the debut concert approaching, the tight schedule has been freed up, which can make time to take care of other work, and it is also convenient to change the mood and adjust the state when the rehearsal is getting irritating.

Xia Song moved his neck, and the weakness of the explosive player was gradually exposed. The fatigue turned into a strong sleepiness, which came up without any explanation, making him want to go back and get into Shi Yan's bed and hug him to sleep... Tsk, the other long-haired guy had better be sensible and not sneak into the house when he is not there.

"Call me when we get there."

Smacking his lips did not stop the increasingly arrogant sleepiness. Xia Song gave a hoarse voice to the driver, and his eyes under the sunglasses closed heavily.

He was finally awakened by the car's built-in smart reminder sound.

The calm, mechanical female voice sounded a bit harsh. Xia Song frowned impatiently, fumbled to take off his sunglasses, and opened his eyes.

He then shuddered suddenly after seeing the surroundings clearly, and his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Where is this?

The car was still lit, the driver's seat was empty, and the driver was nowhere to be found. At the same time, the electronic clock in the car clearly showed five o'clock in the morning, but it was all dark outside the car. Judging from the outline, it looked like an abandoned factory with extremely poor light transmittance, or a large garage without lights on.

Xia Song's face sank, and his face looked ugly.

He moved very slowly to the gym bag, and soon his heart sank again.

There was no signal on the phone.

Xia Song's hand had already pressed the emergency communication. After pressing the three numbers 110 in sequence, he hesitated for a moment and did not dial immediately.

Would it anger the other party?

Although he didn't hear footsteps or obvious breathing, it is possible that they were far away, or that he had just woken up and his senses were dull, and his perception ability, which was improved by the medicinal bath on weekdays, was not fully utilized.

What to do?

Short chapter, just for fun.