MTL - Old Injury-Chapter 22

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Song Bailao really came to the mountain to recover from his injury, and he left after the injury healed. He and I went back to the state of not seeing each other before, extremely rigid.

Simply put, the Cold War.

"Long time no see." I waved my hand to the camera, watching the rising number of online users, I nervously looked away, "Sorry for the long pause in the live broadcast, starting today, I will There will be 72 hours of continuous live broadcast for three consecutive days. I, I know that many people still misunderstand me and do not believe that I have real strength. It doesn’t matter, I will prove it to you slowly.”

Take out the fondant and buttercream prepared in advance in the refrigerator, I start from small parts, fish, shrimp, cornice bucket arch, as well as bright red coral and clam shell with pearls.

After eight hours of live streaming, I turned my sore neck, stopped to drink some water, and took a ten-minute rest.

[Yuyu, you are so beautiful, I followed you before, do you still remember me? 】

Glancing at the messages scrolling on the screen, I select a few replies.

"Remember, there were only thirty people in the live broadcast room at that time, and I remember everyone's name."

Some things really have to be forced, and if you don’t force you, you don’t know how much potential you have. In just eight hours, I have become accustomed to appearing with my full face, and my speech is much smoother.

As long as you focus on the things you love, it seems that nothing else matters.

"The fondant and buttercream do not taste very good, because they are very sweet. It is a pity that the external and internal can't be balanced."

"The brand of pigment? In fact, only three colors of red, yellow and blue are enough for good color sense. If it is not good, I recommend your brand..." I picked up a small bottle of turquoise pigment on the side, Put your palm behind it to focus the camera, "See? It's this brand, it's very useful."

"If you want to make a cake, you still need to practice more."

The number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 5,000, which is the best result since my live broadcast. But I know that most people are here to watch the fun, and a few are even here to find fault.

However, due to the large number of people online, even if there are discordant voices, they will be brushed over quickly.

] Such as this.

[The technology is so bad, Xingze will dump you ten streets! ] Another example is this.

】There is such.

At 11pm, I said good night to the audience behind the camera and went to bed. But the camera is still on, and the live broadcast will continue until I finish the work I am currently working on.

The next day at nine o'clock, another 12 hours of live broadcast from morning to night, I started to produce the most precise and important core part.

As I use my fingers and a knife to gradually carve a milky white lump of sugar into shape, someone on the screen is already guessing what I have.

[This is a dragon, dragon horns, dragon mouth, and teeth, praise me, I guess right! 】

I laughed: "Yes, it's a dragon. Everyone should know the story of Sun Wukong taking the Dinghaishen needle, right?"

More than one's own strength, and more exciting.

There are many "Monkey Kings" in this world who want to break the rules and subvert the class. I was one of them, dreaming of getting the respect I deserved through my efforts. But it still failed in the end, not even a "Bee Ma Wen".

"At that time, I designed this work mainly because I was a beta, and beta was in various design competitions... To put it more vulgarly, it was discriminated against." I continued to carve details and put When I designed the "Dragon Palace", I explained the reasons and the origin of my ideas, "Just think I'm over my own power. At that time, I did have a little bit of self-comparison with the Monkey King, and I wanted to mess with international competitions and make those eyes higher than my own. Look at the top judges, betas can have the same creativity as omegas."

In the past, I also had the courage to move forward, but unfortunately I was pressed by Xiang Ping and Chang Xingze with a "palm of the Tathagata" and could no longer turn over. The only fortunate thing is that I don't have to be so miserable, being suppressed for five hundred years.

It is a bit physically demanding to make such a delicate cake work by myself. After the live broadcast, I beat my waist and went back to the room. I almost fell asleep. The next day the alarm clock rang and I almost couldn’t get up.

When I was ready to appear in front of the camera, I found that the number of people online on the last day turned out to be an unprecedented five figures. And the message area was scrolling fast, as if something had caused a heated discussion before my arrival.

"Good morning, everyone. Today we start the assembly of various parts, and then add details, that is, fine drawing..." I suddenly saw a message, complimenting my child's good-looking appearance, and asked the other party who is Not an omega.

I was stunned for a while, my breath was frozen, I almost thought that Youyou had been dug up. Later, I saw other people correct that the child who was not the anchor, was a stepson, and I realized that they were talking about Song Mo.

"What's wrong with Momo? Did he just come?" He should be taking piano lessons now.

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I saw "a cake in ten seconds" and immediately got up and walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and found that there was indeed a piece of chocolate cake missing.

I reluctantly went back to the camera: "His father won't let him eat too much cake for fear of tooth decay. I can't help but bring him back cake from outside, it seems I want to control Reduce his intake of sweets."

Although today's task is still heavy, it may have reached the final process. Without the urgent atmosphere of the previous two days, my whole person suddenly relaxed.

"Momo is not an omega, but an authentic alpha." As soon as these words came out, the message area was heartbroken. What's even more funny is that a group of people started to call me "mother-in-law"?

I just don't know how to reply to them, I can only choose to not see it.

At 2:00 pm, all the components have been placed, and the decoration and coloring are about to be completed.

Monkey King held the Dinghaishen needle and sat leisurely on the broken dragon horn, as if someone else had just smashed the dragon's head, not him.

The size of the Dinghaishen needle can be changed, and it runs vertically through the faucet and directly into the cake embryo below, which not only plays a certain supporting role, but also adds to the story of the picture.

"The core of this golden hoop is made of biscuits. It is very hard and can be used as a molar stick. It is wrapped with a layer of fondant... This makes it very realistic."

The surface of the cake embryo is made into the shape of a Katsushika Hokusai-shaped sea wave, and the faucet is slightly inclined on it, forming a relatively stable triangular composition. Finally, small things like coral and pearls are scattered around the cake.

"You can cut off half of the coral and put it on the sea, just like the other half is in the water..." The closer the work is to completion, the more I feel a sense of "near-nostalgia" Come on, your fingers are shaking.

Two years ago, the work I had no chance to complete, the "Dragon Palace" full of my lofty ambitions, finally saw the world again.

"Okay." I stepped back and stared blankly at the cake that looked like a work of art in front of me.

Take off the girdle, at this moment, a corner of my heart is bitter and obscure, as if with the return of the great sage, the Dragon Palace reappears, and suddenly vanishes into ashes, liberating from the supernatural.

Turn off the camera and computer equipment that have been in continuous rotation for 72 hours, and the tiredness and fatigue that I could endure before suddenly became clear, making me want to sleep for three days and three nights immediately.

"Mr. Ning..." Sister Jiu saw me coming out of the kitchen and immediately greeted me, "There is a courier that needs your signature."

I pointed to myself in surprise: "Me?"

"The other party said it was a timed item, and the owner of the house was named to sign for it." Sister Jiu explained.

A young man dressed as a postman stood at the door. Seeing me coming out, he took out a lipstick-sized cardboard box from the cross-body canvas bag and asked me to sign for it.

"Is it...Ning Yu's courier?" I hesitated before writing down.

"I don't know, I just said that the owner of the house needs to sign for it, and there is no fixed name." The postman said, "This is a timed mail. The sender made an appointment several months ago."

A few months ago?

I was even more puzzled. After signing for the delivery, I took it apart in front of Sister Nine. Inside is a small flash drive, the whole body is silver, and there is no special information.

I didn't dare to use the device in Song Bailau's house to check the contents for fear of any Trojan virus.

Back to the room with my laptop, I plugged the flash drive into the computer. After a while, the folder popped up automatically, showing there was only one video file.

Is it some kind of prank horror video?

I was a little worried, but I still recited Amitabha and opened the file.

Appearing in the video is a very thin omega, about forty years old, wearing a white shirt, I don't know if it was born this way or something sad, and his expression looked a little sad. There was a black tear mole on the corner of his eye, and looking forward to it, his only delicate features instantly became two more moving colors.

He held the arm of the other hand tightly with one hand, and maintained this movement for several minutes. If the time bar was not running, I would have thought that the video was stuck.

"Blau, when you see this video, I should be gone. After all these years, I can finally be free..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, I realized that the owner of the courier was not me.

"I know you've always hated your dad, and you hated me. You have reason to hate us, both before and now. I'm not going to defend myself, and there's no excuse, neither of us. Innocent...but I hope you will be happy in your future life and stop indulging in hatred."

His words can be said to be very directional. Looking at the omega with a unique and fragile beauty on the screen, I have probably guessed who he is.

Press the pause button, eject the flash drive and hold it in my hand, I walked to the balcony and called Song Bailao.

It took a long time for the bell to be connected, and Song Bailao's cold and distant voice sounded immediately: "What's the matter?"

I clenched my phone: "I received a courier, it seems that your stepfather sent you a flash drive..." It also looked like a suicide notice.

Before I finished speaking, the other side hung up.