On the other side, after Jiang Yu came out of the shower, he took out a bottle of barley tea from the refrigerator and sat down in front of his notebook with a solemn face.

When he was taking a bath just now, he suddenly remembered a very important thing - that is, he seems to have not logged in to his N station account for a long time!

Well, this is really a story of those who see it cry and those who hear it are sad. If it was a previous life, for this kind of account created on a whim, I may have forgotten not only the password, but also the account itself.

While thinking like this, Jiang Yu relied on the computer in his mind, which had no sense of existence on weekdays, easily recalled the account password, and logged in to the long-lost N station.

Return of the Missing?

The corners of Jiang Yu's mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe it's because I suddenly changed from a pigeon to a pigeon, so the mood is completely different?

Although, as an account run by his temperament, he didn't set a time for himself to update the video.

Entering the personal space and looking at the private messages that had exploded, Jiang Yu smiled, didn't pay too much attention, and looked straight at the popularity ranking of those videos.

As expected, each video has become much less popular than it was at its highest. After all, in this information age, new things are emerging one after another. Those three pieces of music may be able to attract attention for a while, but by now, it is almost time to leave people's eyes.

But what's interesting is that the hot comments at the bottom of the video, the messages that express the user's exclamation or the skills shown in the popular science songs, have been squeezed to the back - from Jiang Yu's eyes, the other party should also be quite good at music. What to say...... Is otaku really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? ——The hot comment that was topped to the top is a message urging changes.,And the latest messages are almost all urging changes.,Of course,There are also some messages that say he's not doing his job.,Actually went to paint a message or something.。

Not doing your job?

Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows, remembering the several promotional pictures of the "Witch's House" that he had uploaded to the painting area with unknown evil tastes.

Switching from the music section to the painting area, there are advertisements for "Selected Works" and "Artist Interviews" at the top, and "Popular Events" and "Recommended Artists" at the bottom. Jiang Yu was not very interested in these things, and after a slight glance, he slid the scroll wheel straight to the painting display page below.

It can be seen that the level of the person who designed the web UI is not bad, and the overall picture is concise at the same time, and it accurately presents the key points of this section.

The painting display page is divided into three subsections, namely "Recommended", "Hottest" and "Latest", which users need to choose by themselves.

The "recommended" column is not mentioned first, it is too operable; The "hottest" column should be automatically typeset according to the number of views, favorites and likes within a certain period of time, according to the website's own set of algorithms; And "latest" is nothing less than a schedule based on the artist's upload time, and it should be the fastest changing one among the three subreddits.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yu couldn't help but laugh. He subconsciously substituted for the identity of his previous life at work, and habitually dissected something from the perspective of a programmer. Although he was mainly engaged in low-level data entry and add-on module writing in the past, in that era of increasingly huge employment pressure, he should barely be regarded as a "miscellaneous but not sophisticated" "talent", right?

If you say, you can write a little bit about everything, but you can't delve into anything except the game field, and you can be counted as a talent.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yu entered the "hottest" page, and then at the end of the second line, he found the paintings that he had uploaded as a set of pictures.

This level of painting is estimated to be the only way to this position...... But maybe there is also a reason for the popularity of the music district?

Jiang Yu thought with some uncertainty, clicked in, and the mouse pulled straight down, and then showed a clear expression. In the comments, except for the regular comments saying that he drew well and asking which work the character is, the rest are either urging changes, or saying that he is not doing his job or something, just like he saw under the videos in the music area.

After learning about the current situation, Jiang Yu stretched his waist and began to prepare to do something that should really be done after the return of the missing person.

However, the moment he clicked on AE, he remembered a very serious question: that is, he didn't have any music on hand to upload at the moment, and the "butter-fly" recorded with the girls in the light music department yesterday seemed to be because he was too dashing at the time and forgot to copy the finished product......

As soon as he thought of this, Jiang Yu's movements froze for a moment, his right hand became a sword finger, pressed lightly on the center of his eyebrows, and slowly slid down the bridge of his nose, and then ......

He sighed, and his whole body drooped, looking a little weak. Tilting his head and staring at the ceiling, Jiang Yu thought about it and clicked into the chat group of HTT in LINE.

Tu Su: "Good evening! Do you have the audio you recorded yesterday?"

Qin Fuzhu: "Auntie just sent me the audio of the finished processing this afternoon, do you want it?" I'll upload it to the chat group's group file."

Tu Su: "Thank you so much~ By the way, do you mind if I upload this on the Internet?"

Yui Hirasawa: "Huh——! What does the Internet refer to as ......"

Tian Nakaritsu: "I don't care, anyway, Yujun sings it, we are just in charge of the accompaniment."

Mio Akiyama: "Seconded."

Tu Su: "I'll put HTT in the performance column (laughs), honestly, you guys are really good!"

Tanai Nakaritsu: "That~when~yet~ we agreed to play at the Budokan one day!"

Mio Akiyama: "Ritsu——! I'm sorry, Yujun, I forgot that sentence......

Yui Hirasawa: "Budokan~Budokan~"

Jiang Yu was stunned, a little surprised by the pride and ambition of the girls. It is no exaggeration to say that the Budokan is a place similar to a "holy place" for musicians in the island country, and it also has the symbolic meaning of "the highest temple". Therefore, even if there are four giant domes that were gradually built later, the Budokan, a place that was completed early, still has an incomparably important position.

Any idol who can hold a solo concert at the Budokan is similar to the singer who can sing in the workers' gymnasium or the bird's nest in the country in the previous life. Basically, in terms of popularity, it has climbed to the top level in China.

After being stunned, he couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth.

When you are young, you should be frivolous, if you don't even dare to dream, then you will live up to this green time in vain.

So, the girls with different expressions saw such a plain but powerful sentence.

Tu Su: "Well, I believe it."