Where can Liu Yi stand this anger?

The audience talked about his appearance again and again, even if he had a good temper, he would be angry.

Quickly turned off the live broadcast, and he sat silently in the living room in a daze.

Is it wrong for an ugly person to do anything?

Liu Yi didn't believe it before, but now he does.

This reminded him of what his teacher had said when he was in class at Tsinghua University before.

It's the age of fast food.

In the era of fast food, the most important thing is efficiency.

In the past, people had a small circle, and there were not many opportunities to contact strangers, there was no comparison, and there was no opportunity to choose, often who was around them, who was a friend.

At this time, people's needs for appearance are often less important than the comfort of being with friends.

With the advent of the information age, people have a wider horizon, more opportunities to choose, and a comparison in their hearts.

This is not an aesthetic superficiality, but rather an increase in the efficiency of human socialization.

Therefore, it is also a sad thing for ugly people to live in the information age.

Thinking of this, Liu Yi was a little relieved... He actually comforted himself.

"Alas, the car overturned on the first live broadcast, and it's better not to broadcast live in the future"

He glanced at the number of followers in his mind again.

114。

Fortunately, it has risen by more than 30 more than before I went to the next broadcast, which is considered to be an overfulfillment of the task.

But the task was not pleasant...

At this time, the Xia country on the other side of the ocean, the magic capital.

A young man with glasses looked at the closed live broadcast room and the barrage that was still ridiculing it, and his expression was a little angry.

It's too much!

Guo Feng was originally a junior at Modu University of Finance and Economics, and he is also a B station UP master.

He was resting today, and he wanted to find some live broadcast materials on Maoya Live and make a video and put it on his station B.

Just when he was struggling to find material from those big anchors, the rocket notification at the top of the platform caught his attention.

He immediately clicked in.

As a result, as soon as I entered the live broadcast room, I was attracted by the huge body.

"Hey, there are still people who give gifts to such ugly anchors these days, isn't it some vulgar drainage, earthy live broadcast?"

But then, he discovers that things are not as he imagined.

Although this anchor is really a little unbearable to look at directly, the suit he is wearing, the pure black grand piano in front of him, and the extravagant and low-key decoration in the room all tell him that there is something about this anchor.

At this point, the anchor starts playing the piano.

The melodious sound of the piano sounds,

For a moment, it seemed that a spring breeze swirled around the tip of his heart.

The softest memory in his whole heart was awakened.

It's like returning to the memories of childhood, the quiet time of napping in the countryside.

It is as if you are in the mountains behind your hometown, and the leaves of the trees are golden...

But at this moment, the music stopped abruptly, forcibly pulling him back from his memories.

With a look of regret, he didn't know what was going on, and he saw all kinds of ridiculous barrages on the screen.

In this regard, the anchor on the screen seemed to be angry, but after a while, he seemed to control his emotions and began to explain that he was a student of the Modern Music Academy of Country M, and this song was his original work, so please support him.

Suddenly, the barrage was questioned, and even Guo Feng couldn't believe it at this time.

Is this music really his original?

How could he write such music?

After the anchor had to take out his student ID to prove himself.

Guo Feng was ashamed of what he had just questioned.

When did you start to learn to judge people by their appearance?

However, at this time, the barrage on the screen has become even more intense.

They didn't apologize and didn't care how the streamer felt.

is entangled in the point that the anchor's student photos are too ugly.

It's ugly,

Ye vomited,

These words instantly filled the entire screen.

In the end, the poor anchor had no choice but to go off the air.

But when Guo Feng thought of the anchor playing the piano, he looked extremely serious and dedicated.

The gentle piano music like a spring breeze.

When I thought about this as a student who worked hard to stick to his music dream, but was indeed ridiculed by everyone because of his appearance,

He felt he had to do something.

So, he quickly edited out the screen recording material and opened his own station b...

The other side.

Liu Yi submitted the task.

I instantly had a lot of music theory knowledge in my head.

I have to say, this system is really powerful.

In the process of this knowledge being born out of thin air, he did not feel a trace of disobedience.

It's as if this knowledge is deeply imprinted in his mind, but he just can't remember it before he doesn't know why.

Before Liu Yi could digest this knowledge, the system page had already changed.

Host: Liu Yi

Skills: Elementary Philosophy, Elementary English, Elementary Mathematics... Elementary Physics, Elementary Music Theory.

Number of followers (number of influencers): 114

Achievement: The second generation of mere and rich

Mission: Reach 500 followers within a week.

Prize: Three piano pieces of the century.

Kikujiro's Summer (sheet music)

Autumn Whispers (sheet music)

Dream Wedding (sheet music)

Failure: Psychological Impotence W (Permanent)

Liu Yi suddenly rolled his eyes.

Good guy, I can't get along with Yang W in my life, right?

However, this time the rewards are really generous.

These three century piano songs, one more incomprehensible than the other, are simply god-making suits.

Once all of them are published, he will inevitably be one of the "Top Ten Outstanding Pianists of the Century".

The undisputed kind.

Don't say anything else.

You just say that the wedding in your dreams and the whispers of autumn are the enlightenment songs of many pianists.

Kikujiro's summer is not as famous as the first two.

But in the current Xia Kingdom, that is also a height that no one can match.

It is the ceiling in the eyes of countless piano arrangers in China.

Just when Liu Yi was still immersed in fantasy, the phone rang suddenly.

"Bell bell bell"

Liu Yi glanced at the caller.

Jones. Lopez.

Reminisced.

It seemed to be his former roommate, one of the few black people in the college.

Like Liu Yi, he is also a scumbag.

I remember that before he moved out of the dormitory in his freshman year, the two were best friends and were inseparable every day.

At that time, Liu Yi only called him Jones for convenience.

After a moment's hesitation, he answered the phone.

"What's the matter, dude"

"Hey, Liu, you haven't been to school for half a month, listen, you're going to be in big trouble..."

"What big trouble can I have, do you mean fail, come on, is this a problem for me?"

"No, I'm telling you, there's going to be a debate on Monday, traditional vs. pop"

"Then what's the matter with me..."Liu Yi was puzzled.

"Hey, listen to me, you know that things like debate tournaments are troublesome and don't have any benefits, usually those musical geniuses don't want to sign up, and this time the quota is based on the whole department to vote for it."

"What do you mean?" Liu Yi had an ominous premonition.

"Yes, the voting is related to the popularity of the students, on the side of the traditional colleges, the piano department elected you, and the saxophone department elected me, so... Liu, do you think we are being bullied? ”

“………”

"Liu, don't stop talking, you know, many people in traditional colleges and universities don't like us, saying that we are undercover agents sent by popular colleges and universities to lower the grade of traditional colleges.

You said that if we lose this debate, will they take the opportunity to kick us out..."

“………”