It's another day when Clara is immersed in the internet, chasing hot spots and playing popular games with friends, but this day doesn't seem like the same as ever.

I don't have the feeling of fanaticism before.,There's no restlessness like before.,The idea of wanting to scold a few words when you encounter anything.,Posts that I used to be interested in are now just skipped.,Can't raise too much interest.。

Closing the forum early, she got up from the immersion pod, sat on the bed, and then collapsed, her hands outstretched.

Suddenly everything felt boring, but the mood wasn't so bad. She closed her eyes, realized her strange mood today, and began to remember.

What the hell is going on, how can there be such a feeling, is the game not fun, isn't it funny to watch the hot joke highlights.

She sat up, walked around the room a few times, looked at the clutter that had not been cleaned up for a long time, and suddenly had the time and idea to clean up.

Pick up the bottles that have fallen in the corner, pick up the old clothes that you have changed out of before, straighten out the messes, and pick up the things you don't want in the trash.

There is no special music and sound, and the things in my hands are suddenly more real than before, it turns out that there are cute little people painted on the back of this bottle, and there is a note left by Grandma Fu in the pastry box I bought before, asking her to eat more vegetables and fruits.

Sitting in her chair, Clara looked at the T-shirt in her hand, as if she had bought it when she graduated last year, when she was still shopping with Dudu, Hesia, and Lina.

'It's so fast. She stood up and put her clothes in the washing machine.

Old clothes and changed sheets were put into the washing machine, and then the sound of running water rushed inside, although not big, but it made Clara feel faintly comfortable.

She went to the windowsill and pulled the curtain open, and the dark room was illuminated by the fierce sunlight outside, and it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the brightest time of the day.

The original messy room was cleaned up neatly, and there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction when it looked at it, but this feeling was very light, and if it weren't for Clara's quiet mood, she would definitely ignore the past.

A little more comfortable, she stepped on her slippers and went to the refrigerator, rummaged through the ice cream she had bought, then uncovered it and went back to bed.

The slender legs were only wearing shorts, the clothes they changed were turning in the washing machine, and the sound of whirring and writhing water sounded from time to time in the quiet room.

Through the glass, the afternoon sun fell on the newly changed sheets, slightly hot, but a little warm to sit on, leaning on the folded quilt, Clara ate ice cream little by little, her eyes occasionally closed, just because it was comfortable.

The white toes are a little transparent in the sunlight, and the side of the nail is very bright in the sunlight, and you can see some dust particles floating around you.

Slowly, the ice cream was finished, and Clara put the box away and put it in the trash, and the clothes in the washing machine were almost finished.

Take out the washed clothes in a basin, although there is not much moisture after simple drying, she is still ready to take them out to dry, instead of drying them directly in the bathroom with a ventilation duct as before.

The closed floor-to-ceiling glass windows are opened, and the wind from outside pours in, puffing up the curtains and blowing extraordinarily full.

The wind was a little cold, but the sun was very warm, and this wonderful difference was invigorating, and Clara took a brisk step to dry her clothes one by one.

After doing this, she leaned her back against the guardrail and looked up at the sky above her, her freshly dried clothes swaying in the wind from time to time, revealing the transparent blue sky behind her.

I closed my eyes again and felt the touch of the breeze on my hair, as if I hadn't experienced such a feeling in a long time.

The wind blew on the balcony before Clara returned to her room.

Today is the weekend.,She opened the record board for a long time.,Check this week's homework.,It used to be random things.,Today it looks like it's still very boring.,But it's not as annoying as before.。

In the evening, she got up, changed into a dried coat and skirt, and walked down to a small restaurant not far from the apartment for dinner.

Now her financial situation is not bad, and she occasionally comes out to consume something delicious, but it is not that she can't afford to eat.

After a full meal, she walked back, and on the way saw the supermarket walk in again, and then came out with two bags of fruit, probably to learn some healthy eating.

Passing by the familiar alley shop, Clara knocked on the door.

"Here we are." Grandma Fu's familiar voice came from inside.

"It's Clara, are you going to buy pastries again today?" Seeing the familiar girl outside, the old woman replied as usual.

"Well, but I also bought some fruit for Grandma Fu today." She placed one of the bags of fruit on the counter, which contained strawberries, oranges, and bananas that even an old man could bite into.

"These qualities are very good, I guess they are not cheap." Grandma Fu looked at the packaging box and labels inside, and knew the approximate price on the market.

"It's nothing, in fact, I'm not short of money, lately." Clara added that it was awkward to say such things, how did she feel the same as Heshea before.

"You children just don't know how to feel distressed when they spend money, where do you understand the difficulty of making money......" Grandma Fu thought about excuse herself, but Clara repeatedly said that it was not a big problem, and it would be bad if she couldn't finish eating, so Grandma Fu accepted it.

"Then Clara doesn't have to pay for today's pastries, and I'll give you grandma." She helped Clara pack the pastries and put them on the counter.

"Ah, this, I'd better pay, like grandma said, it's not easy to make money." Clara held her wrist close to the swipe device.

"You kid, forget it, just this time today." Grandma Fu is not the kind of person who is stubborn, and she doesn't want to fight with Clara forever, so she presses the price and enters.

"Next time, you can tell me in advance, in fact, this pastry is the best when it is first made, and it is best to bring it hot."

"Okay." Clara took the packed box, said goodbye to Grandma Fu with the other bag of fruit that remained, and then walked into the depths of the alley.

Back in the house, she neatly stacked the things in her hand in the refrigerator, looked at the time, and then rinsed them briefly before approaching the immersion cabin.

According to the usual live broadcast room start, Clara is familiar with opening all kinds of auxiliary programs, and then connecting to the interface of the network platform, sending out notifications and invitations, so that those fans who are staying in the personal terminal, computer, and immersion pod can know that she is on the air.

[It's rare, Purple Electric Lala-chan went to work five minutes early today.] ]

[Did the sun come out in the west, and Zidian Lala didn't actually be a lazy dog.] ]

[Looks like I can't wait today, right?] ]

[I guess I have to scold the legion traitor who was planted by the hostile camp last night, haha.] ]

There was a lot of talk, and Clara, who was loaded into the avatar, blinked in front of the screen, moved slightly, adjusted her posture, and did not open the microphone in a hurry as before.

"Good evening, everyone~" she waved her hand.

[Wow, it's not Zidian Lala, why is your tone so gentle today?] ]

[Sure enough, it's a replacement, this is not a purple electric Lala at all.] ]

Today's Clara is indeed a surprise to the audience, and so is she herself.

"I have something to talk to you about tonight."

[Don't, your tone, you don't want to graduate, don't.] ]

[It's bad, does Zidian Lala also have to learn from other anchors to take the bitter route.] ]

[We're here to see a good buddy, not a crying Zidian Lala.] ]

Barrage and comments swiped, looking at these words, if it was the previous Clara, it is estimated that she can't wait to explain, afraid that fans will misunderstand, or lose or something, but how do you feel today? An unexpected peace of mind and stability.

"It's not as bad as everyone thinks, but suddenly the mood has changed a little." Sitting in front of the screen, Clara rarely talked about some thoughts and thoughts.

"In fact, I have always been very anxious, afraid that the daily live broadcast will be boring, and everyone will give up and not watch it."

"Shouting and shouting every day, sometimes just for the effect and drama of the show." Her words made the audience's heated discussion gradually quiet down.

[Today's purple electric Lala really dares to say, if you don't do this, you will lose your fans.] ]

"If I lose my fans, it should be my own lack of ability, this is a matter of time, and begging can't change the result."

[It's over, I feel that today's Purple Electric Lala is really a divine possession, and has evolved into Saint Purple Electric Lala.] ]

"Thank you very much for your continued support, this is not a polite word, occasionally I will think, in fact, some anchors are not bad, and the traffic I get now is largely luck."

"Because it came quickly, I couldn't see the reason clearly, so I could only imitate the self who cheered for everyone, repeating the funny whole work again and again, and the effect of the drama reversal program."

"I've received good feedback, but I'm also getting uneasy, because I don't know exactly where I'm getting people's attention and viewing, and can this state continue?"

"I didn't notice this before, but I was immersed in it, and every time everyone gave a lot of tips, it also made me excited and happy, diluting this faint anxiety."

"It stands to reason that this state should last for a long time, but I don't know what the reason is, but I suddenly woke up today." Clara said, and the image of the previous night's frightening glimpse flashed in her mind, which was the burning flames on the bridge and the crowd that shook the sky.

"I saw my hidden weakness and distorted side."

"After that, it will also be live, but it will be a little more frank and less loud."

"Maybe it's going to take a little bit of fun out of it, but I think it's more real."

[Purple electric lala is great.] ]

[I don't know what to say, but it's inexplicably funny.] ]

[Then do you have a group tonight, I don't believe that Zidian Lala won't scold, hahaha.] ]

"Of course I'll play a group tonight, watch me show off the operation again~" Clara's synchronized virtual character waved her hand, and then re-entered the game.

As usual, she started the in-game Legion Wars again, but surprisingly, she didn't scream as much as she had before.

[Although it was quieter, Zidian Lala calmed down, and her performance was higher than before.] ]

[Could it be that the live broadcast really hurt her?] ]

[It's really hard to say that you lose one kind of joy and reap another kind of surprise.] ]

In the middle of the night, the game world is under intense artillery fire, and the giant mecha piloted by Clara rushes into the starship-staggered battlefield, and the continuous fire and laser light up her cockpit, while her eyes are focused on the front, and the movements in her hands are continuous, and at the last most dangerous moment, a rare smile appeared on her face, and she began to hum a melody.

The next day, a clip of her last fierce battle was circulating everywhere on the forum, especially when she actually laughed and hummed a song in the most exciting and tense moments.

"This kind of picture really has a strange impact, as if there is a trace of tenderness in the cruelty, which makes people want to stop." This is the highest praise rate, and some people below are starting to ask.

[Who is this girl?] ]

[Did anyone find out which song she hummed this melody?] ]

Perhaps what Clara herself didn't expect was that after this night, her popularity expanded on the Internet again.

When she was free the next day, she flipped through the forum posts and found the following inquiry.

After a long time of reminiscing, Clara typed in the answer.

"I can't remember where I heard this melody, I probably heard it when I was a kid and played with my classmates, so I wrote it down unconsciously."

Years ago, in the middle of summer, when Clara was eight years old, a group of children went on an outing under the leadership of their teacher.

They walked through the large botanical gardens of the North 7th District, with its meadows and trees, and birds flying under high glass domes.

Clara vaguely remembers that the sun was so strong that she couldn't open her eyes, and in front of her was the swaying figures of teachers and classmates.

Without paying attention, she stepped on the stone and fell to the ground, and her knee was rubbed red and swollen by the small stone in the grass.

"Woo-woo-" She couldn't help but cry at that time.

After a few moments, someone stood up in front of her and helped her up.

"It's okay, there's no bloodshed, I'll call the teacher." It was Irene, the girl with light chestnut hair who was one of the more precocious children in the class, and she was beautiful and generous, and many children circled around her.

"Hesia, you accompany Clara, I'll call the teacher." Irene turned around and called Heshia not far away, the two had a good relationship, so it was very convenient.

"Hmm."

The young Heshea was an introvert and rarely spoke to Clara, and the two stayed together and were somewhat quiet.

At that time, Clara was holding her knees, wiping tears from her eyes from time to time, her hand wanted to touch the wound, but she was afraid of pain, Heshea on the side looked at her and wanted to comfort her, but her lips moved, and she didn't dare to speak.

Finally, after a few hesitations, Heshia plucked up the courage to say, "It's going to be fine." After that, he quickly deflated.

Clara didn't feel it at all, she just felt sweaty from the sun, and her head was a little dizzy, and her knees hurt again, and she just wanted to be sad and want to go home.

Later, Heshia waited for Irene to never come, and seeing that Clara was still in tears, she was a little anxious, perhaps feeling that she had to do something, so she helped Clara blow lightly on the wound on her knee, and then hummed a simple melody.

With the heat, sweat, cicadas, and pain of the middle of summer, this melody remained in her memory, and after that, Clara still rarely interacted with Hesia, because Heshia always hid by Irene's side as a child, and she was more active.

Why did she think of this past, Clara asked herself.

It was probably in the video that night, when Heshea defeated Princco in the flames, that touched and shocked her.

Even Hesia, who was so timid and young, had now grown up to look up to him, and he suddenly had no reason to mess up and run away.

In the future, I will also start practicing singing, as an idol, not being able to sing is the same as not being able to speak, it is a skill that cannot be left behind, her goal is not only to be a short-term traffic idol, but also to stand firm and become a standing star, so that she can play games at home every day!

(End of chapter)