When Wu Liang came out of the gate, he was ashen faced and looked at the golden words behind him. He spat on the ground viciously.
This is Wu Liang's 207 interview rejection.
This is really an inspiring and sad story.
Wu Liang is a non famous singer, male, female, professional bar singer, now 24 years old.
As a top graduate of the Capital Conservatory of Music, Wu Liang should not be so down and out.
But there is an old saying that "in this age of beauty and justice, ugliness is the root of all evils".
In fact, Wu Liang is not ugly. Strictly speaking, he has some pretty eyes.
But another old saying also says, "One fat spoils all".
So Wu Liang and "Chou" draw an equal sign.
After graduation for two years, Wu Liang never found a formal job. His goal is to become a successful singer, but unfortunately, he is getting farther and farther away from his goal.
In fact, Wu Liang sings very well. His mentor, Mr. Wu Zhihua, once said that he was born to eat this bowl of rice.
Every time when he sends a sample of his singing to the music company, the music company will be very surprised, and then warmly invite him to go for an interview.
However, when they saw Wu Liang's round figure, the attitude of the music company immediately changed. They began to look for various reasons to shirk and prevaricate, and finally dismissed Wu Liang with a sentence of "waiting for notice".
This is the legendary "Ugly Refusal".
After being rejected again and again, Wu Liang finally understood that there was only one Huan Ye and one Hong Jie. In today's society, there is no room for fat people to live in the music circle.
So when he was rejected by an unknown small music company for the 207 th time, he didn't feel angry, just sad.
Pointing at the glittering sign at the door of the music company, he firmly swore: "You guys with eyes but no eyes will regret it one day. I swear, even if you music companies kneel down on the ground and beg me, I will never join!"
As if to show his incomparable determination, just after Wu Liangfa finished his vow, a thunderbolt came from the clear sky, and a flash of lightning hit him less than five meters in front of him.
Wu Liang felt a slight pain in his calf. Before he could respond, he was deafened by the sudden thunder.
"I wipe, what does that mean?" Wu Liang hurriedly jumped to hide ten meters away, looked at the cloudless sky above his head and began to complain: "Even you have come to bully me, right? Do you want to kill me to make you happy? You have to kill me, come on, come on!"
"Kua Zha!" Another thunder struck him less than five meters away, which was exactly the same as the last time.
“……”
Wu Liang stopped. It was obvious that God was warning him.
"I'm sorry!" he looked up and pleaded with the sky honestly: "I'm actually a dutiful child. I don't smoke, drink or fight. I seldom play mahjong. I think there may be a misunderstanding between us."
"No misunderstanding." Just then, a voice suddenly sounded in Wu Liang's mind without warning.
"Wow, who is it?" Wu Liang jumped away like a frightened rabbit.
"I am not a human being." The voice in my mind continued to ring, cold and without texture: "I am the Goddess of Songs cultivation system. I sensed your determination and perseverance to succeed, so I traveled far across the galaxy to help you."
"What is the god of song?" Wu Liang opened his eyes wide.
"The Goddess of Songs Cultivation System." The voice explained patiently: "This system can spur you, encourage you, and help you grow into the greatest Goddess of Songs in the world."
"Help me become a god of song?" Wu Liang was shocked, and the tiger shook, looked around and shouted, "Where are you? Let me see how much you weigh first."
The voice was silent. After a long time, it reappeared and said seriously: "This system has been implanted in your brain, and you can't see me, but please believe that this system is absolutely confident to train you to be a talent."
"In my brain?" Wu Liang unconsciously touched his head, and his face suddenly looked frightened: "You can't be a tumor, can you? Come out quickly, I'm too young to die!"
The voice fell into awkward silence again.
But Wu Liang didn't give up. He was still holding his head and wailing, "Hey, do you hear me? Come out quickly. I don't want a god of songs training system. I think I'm already talented. I can do it myself. Go back to Mars!"
The voice remained silent, but the author Jun believed that if it could, it would jump out of the next life and kill Wu Liang.
However, two minutes later, the voice finally could not bear Wu Liang's broken thoughts. It jumped out and said, "Sorry, this system has been bound. If it is stripped, the host will die immediately."
"Host?" Wu Liang exclaimed, "What did I hear, host? Sure enough, you must be an alien invading the earth? Only aliens will use the word host. Are you going to occupy my body and then use it as a springboard to invade the earth? You damned alien, I will not let your plot succeed even if I die!"
Then he picked up a stone on the roadside and made two gestures above his head.
However, Wu Liang felt that the stone seemed too big, so he threw it on the ground and replaced it with a stone as big as a lighter. Only then did he put it above his head with satisfaction.
"Did you see that?" He viciously threatened: "I'm not afraid of death. If you don't come out again, I will die with you!"
The voice can no longer answer. Even if it calls itself a system, it seems to have no feelings, but Wu Liang's action has obviously brought it to the brink of collapse.
"Sorry, once the system is bound, it cannot be stripped, or the host will die immediately!" It had to repeat half explanation and half threat.
"Death?" Wu Liang shivered and looked at his belly, which weighed dozens of kilograms, and finally put down the stone in his hand.
"Will you erase my consciousness and occupy my body?" he asked pathetically.
When the threat hanging above the head evacuates, the system seems to be relieved and recovers its cold and emotionless voice: "This system is only an auxiliary host, and does not have the function of erasing host consciousness."
"Really?"
"Seriously!"
"Really?"
“……”
"That's OK." Wu Liang patted his chest and said, "This life has been saved."
The system continues "..."
After temporarily feeling that his life was not threatened, Wu Liang also regained some sense.
"You said that you are a god of song cultivation system, what are your uses?" He asked the system doubtfully.
"This system can help the host collect worship values, which can increase the host's singing skills, and can also be used to exchange songs. The higher the host's worship value, the richer the singing skills that can be added, and the more songs that can be exchanged."
"Worship value?" Wu Liang pinched his chin and thought, "What is the worship value and how to get it?"
The system explained: "The worship value is the recognition that the host gets from fans. The higher the recognition, the higher the worship value. As long as the host has more fans, the worship value will be more and more."
"Oh, I see. The worship value is the number of fans." Wu Liang suddenly realized: "What songs can I exchange?"
The system continues to say: "One of the hosts in this system is the Earth, so the music library has been updated to Earth songs, so all the songs that the author can exchange are from the Earth."
"The earth? Where is that?" Wu Liang asked curiously.
The system said mechanically: "This question has nothing to do with music, and the system refused to answer it."
"I wipe!" Wu Liang silently raised his middle finger in his heart, "What a proud system."
"This is not arrogant." Nazhi System seemed to hear his voice and answered seriously: "This is to maintain the balance of the universe, protect the privacy between various planets and races, and let the Interstellar Alliance peacekeeping treaty be respected and observed."
"What is it? Even the peace keeping treaty of the Interstellar Alliance has been sorted out? Hey, I said, are there really aliens in the universe? Do they hide in a corner of the universe like science fiction movies, and form an alliance to try to maintain the peace and security of the universe?" Wu Liang's eyes twinkled, He felt as if he had come into contact with a wonderful field.
But when the system said a cold word, it immediately put out all the burning flames in his heart.
"Sorry, this question has nothing to do with music. The system refuses to answer it."
"Gan!" Wu Liang raised his middle finger with his right hand this time.
The system seems not to notice his action at all, or is too lazy to pay attention to it, and continues to use its icy voice to say: "Next, the system will issue a novice task."
"The novice task, what ghost?" Wu Liang blinked doubtfully.
"The novice task is an entry-level task, which is the first step to help the host grow into a god of songs." The patience of the system is so good that such a retarded question can be answered conscientiously, but Wu Liang is not happy with its next words.
"The first novice task of the host is to obtain 1000 worship points within three days. If it is completed, the host will get a reward of one level of treble growth. If it fails, the host will get a punishment of one level of treble reduction."
"What?" Wu Liang was stunned: "What did you say just now, and there was punishment?"
"Yes, the system has rewards and punishments, which is totally for the purpose of better urging the host to grow rapidly." The system explained with that emotionless voice.
"I......" Wu Liang wanted to use foul language, but he raised his hand twice in mid air and finally chose to put it down.
"All right, I accept defeat." He asked gloomily, "How can I get 1000 worship values in three days?"
"Sorry." The relentless voice of the system rang out without accident: "This system only provides tasks, rewards and punishments. As for how to complete it, the host needs to give full play to its subjective initiative."
"Please allow me to cordially greet your family!" Wu Liang raised his middle finger in his heart and hand at the same time.
