God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 46 Misato Misato
[Misato-chan, have you really decided not to broadcast live? 】

A line appeared in the pink comment box next to it.

"Yes, next week I will prepare a grand farewell ceremony, if you like it, you can come and see~"

In front of the camera, Misato Misato made a pair of scissors, "Sparkling!"

A demonic girl with sparkles in her scarlet eyes.

【It seems very interesting, really exciting~】

[Even if Misato-chan doesn't broadcast live, I will always support you in the future! 】

[Without Misato's live broadcast, I feel so tired even at work]

The number of people in the live broadcast room always remained at three or four, and even when an announcement was made, there didn't seem to be many people.

Putting the microphone next to it in front of me, and turning on music that doesn't require copyright, this is also today's routine.

In front of a high-priced sound card, even a mediocre voice is like the sound of nature, and a little tuning is added to it.

The little devil held a microphone in his hand, and a beautiful singing voice came out.

【Listen well! 】

[Octopus Maruko-san rewarded 100 cherry blossom coins]

"Ah, thank you! Takoyaki-kun comes here every day!"

Misato Misato, who was singing, made surprise sounds. Although the number was not many, it was also an affirmation of her.

As the chorus gradually came to an end, she also marked the end of today's live broadcast.

"Then that's it for today, bye everyone!"

【Bye-Bye.Misato-chan, today is the same spirit as always]

【Goodbye, looking forward to tomorrow too】

The live broadcast screen was disconnected, Misato Misato sighed, and then lay down on the bed with her whole body, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The soft lampshade was a bit harsh now, making her thoughts complicated.

The whole villa has also become much quieter, and the chirping of crickets can be heard outside.

Originally, she was looking forward to the so-called funeral at first, but now she is a little confused and even feels guilty.

Is it really right to do it yourself?Originally, she wanted to gain everyone's approval for her live broadcast, but this method seemed to rely on the power of money, which violated her original excellence.

With smooth black hair scattered behind her back, she hugged the rabbit doll, will she feel sorry for the audience who have always supported her?

In this uneasy state of mind, he slowly fell asleep.

In another room, in a somewhat spacious study room, Yumenxiu was sitting on the sofa. In front of him was a laptop for work, and beside the desk were unfinished documents.

A steaming cup of coffee wafted out the aroma, and the thin lips took a sip of the bitter taste, and the brain became a little clearer.

On the laptop computer, Misato Misato's live broadcast screen was displayed. He looked at the live broadcast room with a black screen after disconnection, and leaned his head on the back of the sofa.

He followed his sister's live broadcast room, and the name he used was Octopus Maruko-san.

If, as she said, there will be no live broadcast next week, I really hope that I can do something serious.

Rubbing between his brows with his hands, he put aside his distracting thoughts and resumed the unfinished work in the company.

The middle school students carrying satchels and going home in twos and threes stood in front of a tramway, and the railings slowly came down.

"Finally school is over! You can go home and watch Xingzi's live broadcast."

One of them stretched, and the tiredness of the whole day was swept away.

"Xingzi? Oh. It's the V anchor you've been promoting recently."

The slightly fat boy at the side glanced at him with some doubts in his eyes.

"But didn't I hear you say last time that your single push wasn't the Age of Gods? Why did you change it again?"

Last time in the classroom, I heard him say so-and-so cute, so I must go and see it, why is it a different person now?

"Oh, that, I'm not interested anymore, because Hoshiko-chan's appearance is cuter."

The other party didn't care about his appearance, and soon forgot about the virtual anchor named Shendai.

He took out his phone excitedly, and showed the wallpaper on the screen to others, "Look, isn't it cute!"

The one above is a blond girl with a star pattern, holding a magic wand in her hand. Is this the virtual anchor of the magical girl character?But it's really cute in appearance.But this can only show that the person who designed this character is a good painter, but it does not mean that the person in the character must be the same.

"And the voice is also very nice, ah, I really fell in love at first sight!"

He folded his arms, and his longing face was disgusting, which caused goosebumps on the fat boy's back.

In fact, he has never heard of this kind of live broadcast of virtual idols, but he just listened to the little boy next to him talk about it every day, and he became a little interested.

The "rumbling" tram flew past the track, a strong wind blew up, and the color of the traffic lights was about to change.

The hair boy next to his ear was holding a mobile phone, and he didn't know what he was talking about with an excited expression on his face, but judging by the way he pointed at the mobile phone, he should undoubtedly be praising the idol he promoted.

Feeling a little depressed, the fat boy went to a vending machine, put coins into it, and dropped a cup of soda cans.

"Mustard Coke?"

After the can in his hand sat for a while, he frowned and looked at the taste on it. What kind of weird drink is this?
Pulling the tab, there was a sound, and carbonic acid bubbles came out.

The spicy and sweet taste made him almost spit it out. Just as he was about to throw the unfinished drink into the trash can, Faxiao on the side snatched it away.

"You don't give me a drink."

He drank the weird cola in one gulp without a pause, and then he burped contentedly.

"Feeling alive again!"

Exclaiming so much, he wiped his lips with his cuff.

"Don't you have money to buy it yourself?"

There was some dissatisfaction on the face of the slightly fat boy. He always felt a little disgusted and looked at his hair with disgust.

"It doesn't matter, besides, all my money has been paid to Xingzijiang."

Fa Xiao, who turned his pockets out with his hands, said that he had no money.

This made the fat boy even more puzzled. Isn't it crazy to use all his money to reward the anchor?
Even he sometimes buys some comics, but he really can't understand this kind of behavior. Is this the reason why he spends his time every day?

"Oh, you don't understand this. As long as I go home and see Xingzijiang every day, I think it's all worth it. You must have never loved anyone before."

His eyes were full of rich life experiences, which made the slightly fat boy a little unhappy.

At least not like him, seeing one and loving the other.

Moreover, what's the use of liking him no matter how much, it's hard to say what kind of person is behind the screen?

At this time, a message was sent to the fat boy's cell phone.

"Misato-chan's farewell ceremony, who is this?"

He tilted his head, a little confused. Could it be a new type of advertisement?

(End of this chapter)