"Ah~~~"

The teenager opened his mouth and let out a dangerous high-pitched sound.

"A little higher. ”

"Ah~~~~~~h

"Go on. ”

"Ah~~~~~~~~~h

"No matter how high. ”

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~ cough cough cough. ”

The young man's voice turned sharp when he reached the limit, his face turned red, and he exclaimed, "It's high enough, isn't it okay?"

The man with glasses who had been staring at the screen said expressionlessly, "Are you questioning the song produced by Tianyin?"

Tianyin is the musical AI that created the final song for the electronic angel this time.

"However, I don't have such a high pitch, can I ......?"

The man with glasses waved his hand to interrupt, his eyes left the lines on the screen in front of him, and said coldly: "Shut up, pay attention to your identity, Tianyin's song is the most perfect, it is the song that chooses you, not the song that chooses the song, it is you who make adjustments for the song, not the song that makes adjustments for you, in this era, only the singer who can best match the song can achieve the king of the music world, understand?"

"I see......" The boy's eyes darkened.

"Tsk, human beings are like that, they can't be as perfect as AI at any time. The man with glasses looked away from the boy like a caterpillar off his body.

His gaze returned to the screen, and the man in glasses showed a deep look of fanaticism.

……

Jiang Mo chose a song that is quite popular and highly evaluated in the real world, the costumes, dances, lighting planning was completed, and the publicity was warmed up.

Time turned, and it was the eve of the final.

With all the F4 staff and Qiao Rou, the six of them went to a nearby restaurant together for a pre-war dinner.

In half a year, An Lu, Chu Mai, Yang Cheng, and Mo Linfeng have all grown a lot, and Qiao Rou has also embarked on the road of music creation.

They not only completed their own transformation, but also awakened many lost people with their singing and performance.

Chu Yan meticulously poured the same amount of juice for each person, and said, "This is the last time we will perform." ”

"yes. Mo Linfeng's smile was no longer as hearty as it used to be, he had reached the age of graduation.

The red-haired Yang Cheng took the juice and gurgled down, and then coughed with red eyes: "Ahem, cough, choke, choke...... Choked my tears hahaha. ”

"Let's draw a final end to this fate together. This may be a rare time for Anlu to say so many words.

"Thank you, and thank you Jiang Mo, for attracting me and encouraging me to come to the world I want. Qiao Rou also picked up the juice, as if seizing this time, the colorful juice swaying under the light was as full of brilliance as her eyes.

Jiang Mo was silent for a moment, stood up, and raised his glass: "For the last battle, come on!"

The sound of clinking glasses is exceptionally crisp.

……

Walking out of the restaurant, a teenager blocked the door.

The six of them stopped in unison.

The boy is the C-rank idol of the electronic angel, and meeting it on the eve of the decisive battle will inevitably make the six of them have strange thoughts, of course, except that Jiang Mo has experienced nature.

The young man's eyes were indeed looking at them, but not like at the enemy, but with some kind of expectation.

"What are you doing here? Yang Cheng was the most useless in the city, and directly stepped forward to stare at him.

"I'm sorry. The boy regained his senses, turned and ran.

Yang Cheng thought that the other party was here to provoke, and he was suddenly a little confused, and couldn't help shouting: "Hey, what do you mean!"

"It's not a musical dream I want to achieve, it's just music, no dreams. The boy ran with his back to them, tears streaming down his face.

When he heard Yang Cheng's shout, he stopped, wiped away his tears, and turned around.

"Try to defeat us!" the boy clenched his fists and shouted.

……

"What does he mean?" the second monk Yang Cheng was puzzled.

"Some people see music as a dream, some people see music as a tool, and he is a man with a dream, but he becomes a tool. Mo Linfeng explained.

"What tools to dream, I don't understand, forget it, it's not here to provoke. ”

Yang Cheng laughed, heartless.

Jiang Mo, who was following behind, slowed down, a pair of cold hands pinched his little thumb, Qiao Rou was side by side with him, and said softly: "What are you thinking?"

"Sometimes knowing too much can be annoying. ”

Heathcliff wanted them to win.

The F4 members themselves want to win.

Even the rival electronic angels want them to win.

It's ridiculous that the enemy, himself, the referee, the tripartite united front such a strange situation has arisen.

However, Jiang Mo knew that he couldn't win.

Carrying all the expectations, but worrying because he knew too much, this was Jiang Mo's mood at the moment.

For them, the story is not over, and there is a silver lining.

For Jiang Mo, who had heard the song of the decisive battle of the electronic angel several times, he understood that this glimmer of hope was extremely slim, and he just had to repeatedly hit his head on the dead road in order to explore a way to live.

At the beginning, he was demoted to aesthetics, but he didn't think that the opponent was strong, and he couldn't hear it anyway, but after the aesthetics recovered, Jiang Mo felt cold in his heart.

"Qiao Rou, don't hold me like this, it's weird. Jiang Mo intended to pull out his little finger, but he pulled it out smoothly.

"That's it!" Qiao Rou grabbed it back with her backhand, this time clenching her fingers.

The four people walking in front of them all stopped their voices, and then laughed casually, pretending not to notice.

Jiang Mo thought to himself, where did this plot come from, why hadn't he experienced it before......

"You've been as lifeless as these guys lately. Qiao Rou pointed to the indifferent passers-by on the street with the other hand.

"So that's comfort and encouragement?"

"If you think there's more to it, I don't have a problem. ”

"Then I will put away your comfort and encouragement. ”

"Coward. ”

......: "We are not people of the same world, girl.

Jiang Mo only felt that the internal injury he had been comforted had recurred, and changed the subject: "It's almost time to go back." ”

"Wait, you come with me. Qiao Rou tugged hard: "Hey, Jiang Mo, I'll take it away, you all go back." ”

Mo Linfeng and the others nodded again and again: "Don't worry." ”

Jiang Mo, who was dragged away, followed Qiao Rou all the way to a small church.

"Church?"

This rare building surprised Jiang Mo, theoretically speaking, in this era when people don't believe in gods and Buddhas, human beings cross the stars, and are emotionally indifferent, the church should disappear.

However, from a perceptual point of view, when I saw the church, my first reaction was "get married".

"Wait, isn't this too fast. Jiang Mo exerted his strength and stopped at the door of the church.

"I just wanted to sing you a song...... What do you seem to be expecting?"

"It's okay. Jiang Mo, who was upright in his mouth, was relieved.

Qiao Rou walked into the empty church, and Jiang Mo came in with him.

"Do you remember half a year ago, because the blue bird you sang at that time gave me direction and gave me courage. ”

She placed a small music-playing AI on the ground, and a colorful light was projected into the church.

A faint melody sounded.

"No matter what the road ahead, I thank you for making me who I am, I wrote a song that didn't really fit the situation, I wanted to listen to it to you at a more appropriate time, but so be it. ”

"The name of the song is Little Lucky, I hope I like ......"

Late at night, in the deserted church, a man and a woman, a song containing gratitude and a little love.