Sometimes a wish is like a flower.

It was not opening, but it was making the final struggle.

All grievances are just for the blooming of that last moment.

Mo Zhuosi didn't say anything, and he raised his footsteps to the door of his room alone.

I have the resources of the parallel world. Even if I can't soar to the sky now, it's a matter of time sooner or later.

So he was unscrupulous and dared to fight and break out.

Even if the unit opened himself, he firmly believed that he could break out another way.

However, not everyone has this opportunity and confidence.

Be a singer?

Mo Zhuosi smiled embarrassingly. There were too many things to pay attention to, and he himself didn't understand it very much.

About half an hour later.

He took the cup to the living room to pour water, and saw that the dining table was still covered with food and did not move.

Mo's mother was sitting in the living room watching TV and drama. Her eyes swept over Mo Zhuosi and then showed a helpless expression.

"Have you come out yet?" Mo Zhuosi glanced at the sister's door.

Mo's mother didn't say anything, she just shook her head with her lips pursed, her eyes full of worry.

Mo Zhuosi came to his sister's room, raised his hand, hesitated for a long time, but put it down again.

I'm very struggling.

Should I apologize or comfort?

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought that he had another chance to draw a selective lottery, which happened to be a popular song.

The reason why I was doing well in the unit was because I had the top leader in the parallel world of the works, and my horizons were greatly improved, both in my show of pretentiousness and vision.

He took a breath. If he could give his sister a best-selling song from a parallel world, he might have helped her get out of the predicament.

Thinking of this, Mo Zhuosi's face was filled with an excited smile.

He hurried back to the room, then closed the door, put the tea he had just poured aside, and forgot to drink it even when it was cold.

【Whether selective lottery is used?】

【confirm】

【Please select the lottery type】

【Select—Popular Songs】

After pressing Select, the oversized roulette begins to rotate.

Before turning, Mo Zhuosi glanced at it, but he didn't know which song was better.

Now I can only pray that songs in parallel worlds can also be popular here.

This is actually a very risky behavior, but Mo Zhuosi still wanted to take a try!

The roulette finally slowed down and could clearly see what works were inside.

【Qilixiang】

【If the cloud knows】

【See you just right】

【It's not because you're ugly】

Mo Zhuosi laughed out loud with a "puff" sound. What the hell is this song name? Can this really become popular?

The moment the roulette finally stopped, Mo Zhuosi's heart was about to jump out.

Too nervous!

With a ding sound, the system prompts: [Get three best-selling songs from Tian Fuzhen]

【1. Little Lucky - Tian Fuzhen】

【2. Don’t think of me - Tian Fuzhen]

【3. Angel among the Devil - Tian Fuzhen】

Mo Zhuosi was stunned for a moment, and there was an old-fashioned MP3 in his hand. He put on his headphones and pressed to play, and the music started to sound instantly.

The warm music sounded, and for the first time he heard the sound of another world.

When the sound rang, he seemed to see hope!

Female voice!

What he fears most is to draw male songs. He has such poor singing skills, and it will be useless to make a debut as a singer.

"I heard raindrops falling on the green grass..."

He closed his eyes and listened with all his heart. He had commented on music works in his office before, but not many comments were made. Basically, Wang Tingfei was responsible for it because she graduated from the Conservatory of Music.

But listening to music is a must-have entertainment for him in daily life. After listening to one song "Little Luck", the next song will be played automatically.

He did not read the title of the second song, but just let the song continue.

"How long have I been lonely and it's not going to be better?"

"It feels like the whole world is laughing at me"

Mo Zhuosi's eyes lit up. This song felt like he was drunk, which was very special.

"You obviously love me very much, too."

"There is no reason to love but not the result"

The climax is not too intense, but the lyrics point directly to people's hearts. Mo Zhuosi's first feeling is that if this song is spread, it will definitely become popular.

He swallowed a sip and listened to the last song "Angel of the Devil", which were all very good.

But everyone's preferences vary. Mo Zhuosi's personal favorite is the second song "Don't Think of Me".

While humming, he copied the lyrics of the song.

My sister is professional, she can definitely understand the music score, but she doesn’t know how to write it herself!

Mo Zhuosi scratched his head with a wry smile. He chose the stupidest way, which was to sing by himself.

He wore headphones and sang on his phone many times, but he lost his voice again and again.

The song really abused me thousands of times, and I treated the song like my first love.

"Start again!"

"Do it again!"

"Damn, come again!"

"Last time!"

"It's really the last time."

Time passed quickly, Mo Zhuosi was re-entering countless times, and finally recorded it successfully at around 1:00 a.m. He was already in his throat.

"Sure enough!"

Mo Zhuosi smiled bitterly and said, "Sure enough, I'm not the singing material!"

He listened to it twice, but he still had some shots, and then the high and lows were not controlled well, and he had achieved the desired effect.

After recording the song, I relaxed all over and fell on the bed.

He pillowed on the quilt and looked at the ceiling.

Is it like this that my sister practices singing again and again?

And finally, I found out that I could only speak behind the scenes, and I didn’t even have the chance to show my face.

All the halos will be gathered in the singers on stage, and who cares about the person who silently contributes behind them?

This is simply the most painful thing in life.

She probably wants to go on stage, right?

Mo Zhuosi was thinking a lot and murmured: "That's probably the only thing I can do."

Before going to bed.

He got up and pulled the recorded song into the computer to cut it, then deposited it into the repeater used to learn spoken language, and pressed the read button.

His hoarse voice came from it.

He felt a little funny inexplicably. He listened to the original song again and thought he was singing what he was singing?

Sleeping in a thump.

I touched my phone and cut off the Internet so that I would not be awakened by the red envelopes in the group.
To be continued...