But An Zhe knows in his heart that the value of five million people is not a small number.

According to the system, everyone affected by Anzhe can only produce 10 popular values at a time, although they can produce popularity values many times due to different events, but Anzhe is now unattractive!

That is to say, he must get the attention of at least 500,000 people in seven days to earn enough popularity!Half a million!Even if the person who knows the identity of Anzhe is counted in it, it is only a cup of water.

"My God, "Wukong" is only 100,000 popularity value can be done, this skill is so counter-intu€ ..."

An Zhe sighed in his heart and thought carefully to realize the horror of painting skills.

The skill level of the verteber is LV9, which is a level of terror, as long as the next level is full!The painters and Anzhe of painting are estimated to be the only famous painters who have passed down the centuries!

Painting is a skill, naturally different from this kind of work, Anzhe distressed, but feel that the price given by the system is reasonable.

“It’s definitely going to be on fire, but it may be too late.Add a little bit of material to make sure it’s incontroversial...”

Ange had already made up his mind to do something.Thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and logged into the Magic Music Network.

Yes, he wants to sing!

Although there are many works in his previous life for him to copy, he is not a god, and it is impossible to fully remember that if he asks the system, he needs popularity, which is exactly what he is incomparably in short.

Come to think of it, only the song comes the most direct!The song he remembers, it is impossible to collect the value of others!

Login to the Magic Music Network, Anzhe downloaded a smart ensemble software, the software contains countless accompaniment at the beginning, Anzhe picked a relatively close accompaniment, softly opened the singing.

After the first prelude of the intelligent ensemble, the intelligent entered the harmony mode, and on the light screen of the mobile phone, the audio recording slowly beat, recording the song of Anzhe.

Anzhe's voice is not hard to hear, on the contrary, his voice is very magnetic, gentle, is the kind of sound that makes people like the spring breeze.Even if the song that Anzhe is now singing is sung by women on earth, he sings without a sense of discord, but has a different charm.

After a song was over, Anzhe slowly spit out a breath, listened to it again, and nodded with satisfaction.

His voice is no worse than the male singers on earth!Th-hye!A lot of welfare for the passers-by...

He thought in his heart, moved a few times on his mobile phone, the next moment, four points of light suddenly appeared above his mobile phone!

An Zhe's eyes were not surprised, the point of light moved rapidly, leaving a track, and quickly constructed into a light array!

Subsequently, an electronic player appeared in the light array out of thin air.

Anzhe took over the player on the light array, threw it, and sighed: "What a magical space to transmit magic!"This world is so special...”

In this magical world where magic and technology coexist, there are too many strange things, just the space to transmit magic is only the magic corner of this world.

"Unfortunately, this magic can only transmit small volumes of dead things, and the price is expensive."But if it is the first time in the world to sing, let's keep a memory."

An Zhe gently shook his head, put the player on the table, clicked on the phone, and chose to upload the song.

“Then you have to sign the contract.”

An Zhe looked at the time, has been close to the agreed time, so went out to buy some food at home, and rushed to the destination.

Not long after Anzhe went out, the door of Xia's Hill Shiyu's room suddenly opened.Xia's hilly poem feathers poked out her head, and there was still a trace of redness on her face that had not yet completely faded.

Smart, she just thought about it, and realized that she had misunderstood Anzhe.Not to mention the time is not right, Anzhe obviously will not mess up with the girl who has just known him for a day.As far as Angea is concerned, she doesn’t understand.She teased Ange and teased a little...

Clear the situation, Xia's hilly poetry feather is not angry, just strangely embarrassed,

Looking at the room, but did not see Anzhe's figure, her eyes finally fell on a note on the table.

“The food is in the pot, remember to eat while it’s hot.”Anzhe.The pussy of the twilight suddenly showed a soft smile on his face.

She pushed open the door of Anzhe's room and raised her eyebrows gently.

No one?out of here,

Xia's hilly poem stopped and was about to close the door, but her eyes suddenly fell on an object, and her body's movements suddenly stopped.

Is that a painting?Who painted?Good to know.

Xia's hilly poetry can't help but step forward and gently pick up the drawing paper.

After seeing the figure on the painting, Xia's hilly Shiyu could not help but cover his mouth.

Is this me, me?Is it me who paints Ange?

Looking at his own figure on the drawing paper, Xia's hilly poetry feathers actually gave birth to an illusion of their own being in the eye.

"This guy, Anzhe," Xia's Hill Shiyu muttered softly, and his face could not help but stir up a pinch of pink.

“Stolen me... what this little bastard, what do you do to my portrait every day...”

She gently put the painting back in its original position, but her eyes were glanced at the table and there was a player.

She didn’t care about it, but now, her curiosity is really incomparably serious.

She couldn't help but pick up the player, gently pressed the player, and suddenly sounded a clear sound of music.Then the song of Ange slowly came out.

“If God let us meet again.”

“I will never let go of your hand again.”

“In this flower hall of the Buddha who proclaims the spring.”

“The flowers of the shawarm floated overnight.”

“...”

With the soft voice of Anzhel, the beautiful lyrics and the euphemistic tone of the euphemisms were wrapped around the ears of Xia's hilly poetry feathers, and her body could not help but become sluggish, focusing all her attention on the ear, completely in the mood of the song.

"Time after time"

“If you can meet me again on the red street.”

“No need to commit anymore.”

“You are more likely to be hurt than anyone else.”

"I'll be with you forever."

Time passed slowly, a song was over, and Xia's hilly poetry plum was completely fascinated.She stood there, obsessed with the mood of the song.

The kind of street that stands in the sky, looking forward to meeting someone again fills her heart, making people's hearts clogged, but the emotions contained therein make people feel empathetic.

If Ange is here, he will be glad that he has learned to sing Japanese songs for the sake of his home.

His song is one of his favorite songs called "On the Falling Street."

Although this is his cover, but in this world, it is the original song!

Xia's hilly poetry plum returned to God, and suddenly there was a hint of shame on his face,

“Hasn’t you written a song for me?”

Ange, who was walking on the road, suddenly sneezed!

Oh, hey?Is anyone thinking of me?