"Oh no, I haven't finished my homework yet!"

Ye Liangcheng, who was addicted to the sea of comments, suddenly came back to his senses.

When I looked at the time, I realized that I had spent fifty minutes on the review.

"No, I can't waste any more time, I want to study hard, I want to be admitted to the undergraduate!" Ye Liangcheng clenched his fists and threw his mobile phone on the bed, "Junk your phone, ruin my youth." ”

Continue to face the exercises.

Obviously, he was so energetic when he read the comments, and as soon as he turned to the exercises, Ye Liangcheng was sleepy again.

It didn't take a few minutes.

"No, let's listen to some exciting songs to refresh yourself."

Ran to the bed, picked up the phone again, and after opening it, the interface in the phone still stayed in the 'Dream' interface.

"Is this song really that good? Anyway, it's only a few minutes, and it won't take me much time to listen to it! Ye Liangcheng pondered.

It's all over what he just said and what he did to his phone.

If the mobile phone can speak, it must be very aggrieved, "Mom sells batches, didn't you just say that I was garbage and ruined your youth?" Don't use me if you have the ability. ”

"You don't have strong willpower, blame me!"

At this time, Ye Liangcheng put on headphones again, and confirmed the audition, for a few cents, he Liangcheng could still afford it.

Just a few seconds after touching the song, Ye Liangcheng was completely intoxicated by it.

It was as if he had a dream that he was studying hard and his grades were constantly improving.

I dreamed of being praised by the teacher and praised by my classmates, and even the class flower took the initiative to come over and ask questions, and then I studied happily with the class flower. As they stayed together, the better their relationship with Ban Hua became, and the two fell in love.

Even if they were in love, they didn't give up studying, and the two made an appointment to go to the same university together.

Listening to the melody of 'Dream Fans', Ye Liangcheng's mouth unconsciously cocked, revealing a heartfelt smile.

In the dream, he and Ban Hua were both admitted to a first-class undergraduate university, and after confirming the news, Ban Hua finally agreed to give her to herself.

Just when he was about to complete a blood, Ye Liangcheng woke up...

"God, I hate you!"

If it weren't for the fact that it was already late at night, Ye Liangcheng really wanted to vent his dissatisfaction loudly.

I looked at my phone, and it wasn't long after I finished playing a 'dream'.

"No, my homework isn't done yet!" Ye Liangcheng didn't know how many times he was surprised.

Hurry up to face the exercises, of course, before this, Ye Liangcheng did not forget to click on the download on the 'Lost Dream'.

"Huh? My status? ”

Facing the exercise this time, Ye Liangcheng felt that he was unprecedentedly sober, his thoughts were clear, and various ideas kept popping up.

This situation only occurs when he slept very well as a child.

If you have to measure it, numerical mental power is equivalent to sleeping until you wake up naturally when you are a child, and when you wake up, your mental power is basically restored to more than 90 percent, and your brain is abnormally clear.

In recent years, he felt that his mental strength had only recovered to 60 percent, and he would wake up. Even if you sleep until you wake up naturally on a day off, your mental strength will only recover 70% at most, and your brain is still a little cloudy, and you don't have the clarity you had when you were a child.

If you want to continue to recover, even if you go back to sleep, it is just consumption, recovery, consumption, recovery, and waking up to continue to be cloudy.

The feeling that his mental power had returned to more than 90 percent of his clarity had not been felt by him for several years.

Now, after a 'dream', he feels extremely clear, and when he looks at the exercises, his thoughts are flying.

In addition to Ye Liangcheng, other office workers and old people with low energy will basically be captured by it as long as they hear the 'dream' once.

The 'Lost Dream' data continues to skyrocket!

Tips skyrocketed!

Reviews skyrocketed!

The hot search list and the blog 24-hour list even occupied the first place.

Seeing that the data of 'Lost Dream' on major music platforms is getting better and better, Uncle Tai Shanyu found that the speed of increasing the number of fans in his panel was not very ideal.

Of course, this is not ideal, not that his fan value has not increased much, but compared with the data of 'Dream'.

After all, 'Lost Dream' is just a guqin song, and the sound in it is all transmitted through the guqin, and in the absence of MV, the presence of the player is really rare.

People sing well and play their singing, and some characteristic sounds are easy to remember. As for 'Lost Dreams', the only sense of existence is that the name of the player will appear after the title of the song on the music page.

Uncle Shanyu's growing fan value now is all those who want to know the player after seeing his name, and after searching for his information, they are attracted by that fierce deeds.

However, this kind of fan may be suppressed by Uncle Tai's deeds now, and he really likes Uncle Shanyu. But when Uncle Shanyu has not appeared in public for a long time, he will still be forgotten by the rolling entertainment industry.

really responded to that sentence, the entertainment industry is changed by eels, and even more forgotten by eels!

"No, it won't work."

In the villa, Uncle Tai Shanyu watched the data of the music platform soar, but the number of his fans was turtle speed, and he couldn't help but be secretly anxious.

opened the comment area, and Uncle Tai Shanyu directly built a trumpet and commented directly.

"I don't know what kind of creator is the creator of such a beautiful song, so I want to know him."

Then, this comment didn't even make a splash, and it was drowned in the constantly refreshing comment area.

Holding back his anger, Uncle Tai Shanyu asked the mobile phone manager to create several small accounts, and swiped comments in the major comment areas.

"Which kind-hearted person knows the creator of 'Lost Dream', the information of that Uncle Shanyu, please help send it, thank you!"

"It is said that the creator of 'Lost Dream' is very handsome, who has a picture of him, please take a photo!"

"Shocked, the creator of 'Lost Dreams' is so good, click to view details."

While posting comments that made him blush, Uncle Shan Yu kept telling himself in his heart that 'it's all for fan value', 'for experience points, for upgrades'.

I don't know how many I swiped, and suddenly, a prompt rang in my phone.

"There's a reply."

Uncle Shanyu hurriedly clicked on the comment that was replied to.

It's the one that asks for Uncle Tai's mountain feather information.

The recovery area is only five short words.

"Go by yourself!"

"Your sister." Uncle Shanyu almost smashed his phone.

Others scolded 'Dream Comment is a water army, the data is brushed', there are so many replies, I asked about the player's information, but there was only one reply, or let me go to my own mother, do you want to do this.

"No, I'm going to get your attention to me." Uncle Shan Yu's temper came up, "I still don't believe it." ”

When he picked up his mobile phone and was about to continue swiping, Uncle Tai Shanyu suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Water army? Yes, I can ask for a sailor. ”

"Butler, wiring second butler."

A phone call came, and Uncle Tai Shanyu directly asked Cui Yongming to arrange a large number of sailors to go to the comment area to brush up on his information as a player.

"Not only should you brush in the comment areas of major music platforms, but also arrange people to go in those 'dream dreams' post bars, discussion groups, forums and the like."

"Remember to be clever when brushing, don't let them find out our purpose!"

Uncle Shan Yu whispered on the phone as if he was doing some invisible secret.

That tone, that cautious look, people who don't know still think that he is engaged in underground spies.

However, if people hear what he explained, ensure that a mouthful of old blood spurts out.

You, the creator and player of a song, actually spent money to buy a water army to do this on your own work!