nucmednet Chapter 395 Do you know what a dream is?
Chapter 395 Do you know what a dream is?
The little girl ran along, stepping on the pebbles, her pink and white skirt swaying with each step.
She ran to the edge of the pit, didn't even glance at Xuande who was coughing up blood at the bottom, and went straight around him, heading straight for Chen You.
"You Shen! It really is you!" Xiang Xiang looked up, her cat ears twitching excitedly, her eyes sparkling.
She pulled a small pink notebook and a quill pen from her backpack, held them up above her head, and said, "Gentleman, please sign this for me!"
The entire room fell silent.
The players stared wide-eyed, while the NPC berserkers gaped open.
Chen You looked down at the cat-eared loli who was less than 1.5 meters tall, then turned to look at the three-meter-tall minotaur city lord with bulging muscles at the bottom of the pit.
Minotaur...cat-eared loli.
A crack appeared in Chen You's heart for cultivating immortality.
Is there some serious bug in the reproductive isolation system of this Origin Realm?
A violent coughing sound came from the bottom of the pit.
Xuande clung to the edge of the pit and struggled to climb out.
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes, which had been bloodshot from the "blood-burning battle," were now misty.
"Xiangxiang..." Xuande stretched out his thick fingers, his voice trembling, "You...you won't even look at your brother?"
Xiangxiang didn't turn around, remaining in the position of holding up her notebook: "Brother, stop messing around, can't you see I'm fangirling?"
"God, sign here, make it big!"
Chen You took the quill pen and signed his name, "Chen You," in a flourish.
Xiangxiang hugged the notebook, spun around three times, and let out a satisfied squeal.
"Bang!"
Xuande slammed his fist into the ground, sending shards of stone flying.
He suddenly stood up, pointed at Chen You, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice filled with deep grief and indignation: "It's all your fault! It's all because of you, you outsider!"
Chen You sheathed the Jade Emperor Sword. "How did I harm you? You were the one who attacked first."
"You ruined my sister!" Xuande roared, the loud noise causing the surrounding players to cover their ears.
Xuande pointed at Xiangxiang, heartbroken: "My little sister Xiangxiang, she used to be such a sensible and obedient child!"
"She could lift a 50-pound stone weight when she was three, and she could kill a prairie wolf with a single punch when she was five! I've always been grooming her to be the future number one berserker of Sanjing City!"
As Xuande spoke, he became more and more agitated, and finally, tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face.
"But ever since you came up with that lousy talent show, she's changed!"
"She's stopped practicing with the hammer and spends all her time hiding in her room wearing these flowy dresses! She even uses her hard-earned allowance to buy those useless star tickets!"
Xuande took a deep breath and pointed at Chen You's nose: "I told her to go lift weights, but she said lifting weights would build muscle, and she wouldn't look good in a sundress!"
"My sister, the pride of Sanjing City, is actually afraid of gaining muscle!"
The desperate accusations, like those of an old father, echoed across the square.
Chen You finally realized what was going on.
No wonder that cow looked like it was about to fight to the death just now.
This isn't a battle for martial arts dignity; it's a desperate parent who discovers their child has been led astray by the internet and is desperately searching for the culprit.
The players looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Holy crap, I suddenly feel a little sorry for the city lord."
"What do you know? That's because the city lord is too stubborn."
"That makes sense. Who says life has to be about being a berserker?"
"Brother! You don't understand!" Xiangxiang turned around, put her hands on her hips, and retorted loudly.
"What's the point of fighting and killing? That's what brutes do! You don't understand art, and you certainly don't understand my dreams!"
Xuande's eyes widened: "A dream? Isn't your dream to become the strongest warrior in Sanjing City?"
"That's all what you forced upon me!" Xiangxiang stomped her foot. "My dream is to stand on the stage of Star Origin Voice and become the most dazzling idol in the entire Origin World! I want to debut as the center!"
Xuande was so angry that he trembled all over. He pointed at Xiangxiang but couldn't speak for a long time. Finally, he turned his head and stared at Chen You.
"Listen to that! Listen to what she's saying! I'll chop you up today..."
"Wait a minute." Chen You raised his hand, interrupting Xuande's spellcasting animation.
Chen You straightened the hem of his Mo Yuan Xinghe robe and put on a serious and professional expression.
He walked up to Xiangxiang and looked down at her.
"You said you have a dream." Chen You said calmly, "The talent show stage is cruel. Without ability, having a dream is not enough."
"Since your brother doesn't approve of you, then show off your talent right here, in front of the whole city."
Xiangxiang was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "God of Travel! Are you going to test me personally?"
Chen You nodded: "Begin your performance."
Xuande grew anxious: "Outsider, how dare you bewitch her!"
"Lord Xuande, it's better to guide than to block," Chen You said, looking at Xuande. "Let her demonstrate."
"If she really has no talent, I will personally eliminate her and put an end to her hopes."
"Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
Xuande was stunned, then realized it made sense.
He knew his sister's singing ability; it was enough to make this outsider back down.
"Fine! Let her sing!" Xuande sneered, silently took out two wads of cotton from his backpack, and stuffed them into his ears.
Xiangxiang took a deep breath, closed her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and struck a standard idol prayer pose.
Players adjusted their recording angles, ready to enjoy the adorable voice of the cat-eared loli.
The next second, Xiangxiang opened her mouth.
"ah--"
There are no lyrics.
There was only one extremely sharp, high-pitched howl, completely out of tune.
The sound waves radiated outwards from Xiangxiang, visible to the naked eye. The pebbles on the ground were sent flying into the air by the shockwave.
The players closest to the target were the first to be affected.
"-300"
"-350"
"-400"
Bright red damage numbers floated above their heads.
Several fragile mage players' eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
The NPC berserkers covered their ears and rolled wildly on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
The system notification sound flashed frantically in Chen You's ears:
[System Notification: Under attack by a mental-attribute sonic wave!]
Chen You remained expressionless, his Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Technique churning wildly within him, his spiritual power instantly sealing off his auditory nerves.
He was still standing straight, but if you looked closely, you would see that his hands, which were behind his back, were trembling slightly.
This isn't singing; it's clearly a physical ritual of deliverance.
It lasted for a full thirty seconds before Xiangxiang finally stopped.
She opened her eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, and looked at Chen You, panting, "Master You, how did I sing?"
The entire room fell silent.
Apart from Chen You and Xuande, who had stuffed cotton into their hands beforehand, there were not many people left standing in the square.
Everywhere you look, there are players and NPCs clutching their heads and groaning in pain.
Xuande pulled the cotton out of his ear and looked at Chen You triumphantly: "Did you hear that? She doesn't have any artistic talent at all! You'd better make her give up!"
Xiangxiang nervously twisted her fingers, her eyes reddening, awaiting her idol's verdict.
Chen You remained silent for two seconds.
He raised his hand.
"Slap, slap, slap."
Slow but firm applause rang out in the square.