Mushroom House: Me and the killer whale rescued my sister

"Walk through time?"

Everyone in the big family twitched their cheeks.

Although not everyone reads novels, it just so happens that Mushroom House’s advertisement is sponsored by a novel, and everyone still knows a little internet language.

Rebirth time travel, system text
Isn't this all from the mainstream of today's Internet literature?
In addition, there is a Peng Peng who likes to read novels to pass the time, let alone.

"What?" Maomao was stunned.

Why are you asking me this question?
cross?

I would like to, but I'm really not, and I don't have the qualifications~
The two looked at each other, and the others were also curious. They didn't understand the stalk of the topic Han Che asked. Where is the stalk?

So, picking up his teacup, He Jiong took a sip of the tea, and asked curiously, "Che, what's your idea of ​​time travel?"

"That's right, if Maomao really time-traveled, wouldn't he be ashamed of the time-traveler?" Peng Peng chuckled.

"Fuck you, why am I ashamed?" Maomao slapped him angrily.

"Anyway, he's also a big star. It's not too shameful for a traveler to do it for my sake."

"Yes, yes, you are not ashamed of your identity, but you are not handsome enough for me~" Peng Peng laughed loudly, and said with a joyful smile: "Generally, the standard equipment for time-traveling and rebirth shouldn't be my Brother Che."

"Ahahaha, by the way, brother, are you really a time traveler?"

"Could it be that you are here to find a fellow villager, and you are going to recognize your relatives?"

"Hahaha~~"

Not to mention, when everyone rolled their eyes, it really felt a little right.

With Han Che's status, coupled with his handsome appearance, it can be said that he has all the standard requirements for the protagonist of a novel, and he is a perfect template for the protagonist.

Of course, I'm just joking here, I really don't have this idea of ​​time travel and rebirth, isn't it just a fictional thing?

After joking for a while, Han Che said seriously: "Yes, I am the one who time-traveled."

"Go, go, don't make trouble~" Old Xue rolled his eyes.

"If you want to talk about Maomao crossing, I believe that although your background is a bit awesome, it's not that you're better than you."

"That's right~" The others also said with a smile.

I silently complained a few words in my heart.

It seems that no one in this world believes the truth anymore.

He Jiong: "Che, you haven't said anything yet, what's the matter with you asking Mao Mao to travel through?"

"I know" Old Xue laughed.

"I wanted to ask this question at the beginning, but I was so busy that I forgot it!"

"To be honest, I want to ask too." Yi Xing also stared at Maomao.

This kid.
The whole body is full of bugs.

In this era, the only person who completely defeats capital with talent is definitely the child of luck.

"Yes, tell Lao Xue!" Han Che said with a smile.

"Brother Little Che~" Zifeng looked resentfully.

Really, just now she thought that her little brother Che was suffering from some kind of illness.

Suddenly, asking such a thing so suddenly almost scared her.

Rubbing this little girl's head, stroked her hair and said: "Just play, it's okay~"

"Hmm~" Zifeng responded softly.

On the other side, Old Xue also started to say, "Mr. He, don't you really think that Mao Mao's rise is a bit against the sky?"

"Even if, his rise may be said to be that talent defeated capital. Well, there was also me involved in it, helping him to do those things, but his talent."

"Hey, just what he wrote [Sorrow], there's a glass of wine on the left and a glass of wine on the right."

"If you're a big guy in the vertical and horizontal circle for decades, maybe you can write about it after drinking decades of wine and understanding life, right?"

"Where is Mao Mao?"

"If he didn't drink for decades in his previous life and traveled through time, would he be able to write it?"

"Hey"

He Jiong's eyes widened immediately, and he said in a serious manner:

"Don't say it, it really seems to be the same thing when you say it like this."

"Traveling?" Huang Lei said quietly.

"Maomao, how are you going to answer this topic?"

"Come on, the audience across the country is waiting for you to ask questions. This is a historic turning point to verify whether there are traversers." Peng Peng held up a small video camera exaggeratedly.

Aiming at Maomao, he smiled and wanted to see how he would make a fool of himself.

After all, everyone is joking about this, what a joke?
But what he didn't expect was that Maomao lowered his head in thought, and then raised his head to look at him after a while, his eyes full of vicissitudes and twilight.

"Hey~"

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you after hiding for so many years."

"You guessed right. I am indeed a time traveler. In my previous life, I lived to be in my sixties. I never thought that I would travel to this world."

"Ouch, shit~"

Everyone felt that the old man had been stabbed in the waist.

Almost fell to the ground without sitting down, and fell to death.

Unexpectedly, Maomao really cooperated and said that he was a time traveler.

Peng Peng on the side was about to burst out laughing, but he still held his body up and asked with a smile: "Then, Mr. Mao, did you smash through time?"

"Drinking, I've been drinking for decades, and suddenly I'm pissed off by drinking fake wine." Mao Mao rolled her eyes.

"Ahahaha~~"

The whole mushroom house went completely insane.

He Jiong: "Hehehehehe"

"It's really good, you are now a young man's channel, and I, an old guy, really can't connect to it."

"I haven't finished yet~" Maomao continued.

Then, the topic turned directly to Han Che, and said with a smile: "Come on, brother, tell me how you saw through my identity as a time traveler?"

Ouch hello.
And the second half?
Everyone laughed like hell again, feeling that the topic of the time traveler today is really endless, right?
But what they didn't expect was that Han Che, who was usually mature and prudent and looked very serious, began to be silent.

After a while, he said solemnly: "Because, I am also a time traveler!"

"Unexpectedly, I finally found an organization!"

"I'll go~" Peng Peng and Yi Xing burst out laughing.

"Crazy, you two." Old Xue is really going crazy.

"This brain circuit, can I say that it is the two of you?" Ziqi said with a wry smile.

Is it
Is it because they are so unrestrained that Mao Mao can write so many good songs, and Han Che can also be honored as the little sea god, taming dolphins, killer whales and other sea creatures?

Then I, do you want to learn it?

Maomao laughed too hard, but continued to ask with a straight face: "Then how did you travel through time?"

Han Che: "Hey~"

"Just swimming in the sea, swallowing a dragon ball and crossing over!"

"Then you cow, I drank myself to death." Maomao laughed.

Huang Lei: "Stop, stop"

"Don't laugh at me anymore, if you keep on laughing, you won't be able to go crazy laughing?"

"You two are really good, you can talk together, and you will definitely become good friends."

"Everyone is serious nonsense"

"One drank himself to death, and the other swam and swallowed the dragon ball. Why don't you travel through Jackie Chan?"

Live broadcast barrage:
[Hahaha, I didn't even think about it, the little brother would be such a funny person? 】

[Those who still travel through time, this time traveler is also weird enough? 】

【Organization, I finally found the organization, I am also a member of the time traveler, I was drowned when I went to the toilet and time travel.】

[I am also a time traveler, I was struck to death by lightning while holding a lightning rod. 】

[I jumped off the building and jumped into the air, scared to death and crossing. 】

[The truth is, I came here from the Kingdom of Light. As long as someone gives me a ton of golden light, as long as I return to the Kingdom of Light, I will definitely send you an Ultraman sublimator. 】

[Fire Escape·The Art of Fireball, I am Naruto.]

【[-] million volts Thunderbird, in Lower Enil Road.】

[Okay, the anime time traveler won't be numb. 】

No matter how happy it is.

It took a while before everyone was completely quiet.

Huang Lei glared at the group of young people angrily, it was enough, he made his stomach ache from laughing now, and had to cook for them.

"Be quiet for me, Jiongjiong, let's go cook."

"Okay, I'll help you." He Jiong followed out with a smile.

Staring at the duo of He Huang and leaving.

It was like losing the care of their parents, a group of people were instantly liberated.

Holding his own notebook, Yixing started to play with music, and started to get entangled with Mao Mao and Lao Xue, both of whom are big hands in the circle, and they can ask for advice when they have the opportunity.

Of course, you can't waste this opportunity, can you?
To be honest, his reputation is much stronger than his ability.

But to be honest, his talent is definitely not worthy of his fame, so he is a popular idol artist.

Shouting that it is to revitalize the Chinese music scene, but in reality?
Zhang Yixing himself knows that with his creative strength, not to mention leading the Chinese music scene to the world, it is difficult to create his own famous songs, classic songs.

So far, everyone only knows that Zhang Yixing is the fourth son of returning from the country and a leading figure among traffic artists.

Does anyone know what song he sang?

I'm afraid there aren't many other than the fans, the little girls who are obsessed with his looks, right?
Even Huang Lei and He Jiong didn't know much about it. They had to check Baidu temporarily to find out which songs he sang.

Unfortunately, the future of music is uncertain.

So he can only rely on the contacts of his brothers to desperately transform into film and television dramas, change his image as a traffic artist, and stay in this circle for a longer period of time.

In this way, I can continue to maintain my music dream.

"Teacher Xue, do you think my song is successful?"

"Maomao, would you like to comment?" Old Xue felt his hairs explode.

After a song was played, Mao Mao and Lao Xue were a little dazed after listening to it.

What is this thing?

West is not west, middle and middle are patchwork combinations, it sounds very unpleasant, and the mixed music is also very different.

You want to create music with a combination of Chinese and Western styles, understandable.
After all, many people play this way. Recently, there is not a piece of music from a certain Kun, most of which are half-lazi music in English, and won the China Entertainment Classic Song Award?

"Ah, here." Maomao considered his words.

"Actually, this song."

"Ugly!" Han Che said directly.

The sharp words hit Yi Xing's heart at once.

The others also looked a little surprised, they didn't expect Han Che to speak like this.

Especially for Peng Peng and his younger sister, in Peng Peng's eyes, although Brother Che is occasionally strict, he is more terrifying than Teacher Huang when he is fierce.

But in the end, I still have an encouraging and gentle attitude towards them.

But now. Are you making a fuss?
"Brother Little Che" the younger sister tugged at his sleeve.

With a calm expression, Han Che rubbed Xiao Nizi's hair, and said with a soft smile, "Yixing, if this is your music, then you should stop thinking about leading Chinese music to the world, it's a bit embarrassing!"

"You don't even know how to make Chinese music, but you just want to make this kind of stuff, and you're just throwing everything at the end!"

"Thousands of feet are rising from the ground, think about it for yourself, have you laid your foundation?"

"I..." Yixing's eyes were red.

He didn't expect that the music he made.

Both Lao Xue and Mao Mao haven't judged yet, but they were defeated by Han Che.

Moreover, it is still an 'ugly' evaluation, which is tantamount to saying that the song he made is rubbish, not much difference.

Old Xue on the side sighed slightly, forced a smile and said, "Yi Xing!"

"You have the level of music."

"It's just taking things for granted." Maomao said suddenly.

"Last time you said that there are only so many notes in music, and good melodies have already been created, and it is easy to crash if you try to create again, so many creators dare not create again."

"But, do you really feel that there is no good melody?"

"Think about it again, there are millions of combinations of these notes, have you tried them all?"

"Indeed, music cannot be created by people." Old Xue nodded.

"I see." Yixing was a little depressed, gritted his teeth, and clicked to delete all the created music recorded in the notebook
What he created here.

Basically, they are all created based on the kind of music just now.

This one, which is fairly complete, is said to be ugly, and the others are afraid that they don't even have the qualifications to be ugly.

In the kitchen, Huang Lei sighed softly.

Just now, he was standing at the door, and he wanted to go in and talk about Yixing, don't keep catching other guests to pluck wool, they are not your music teachers, they must teach you how to create, right?

What he didn't expect was to hear Han Che's sharp words.

These words, I'm afraid that Yi Xing has said that he is autistic, right?
"Jiongjiong~" Huang Lei suddenly shouted.

"What's the matter, aren't you still thinking about Yixing?" He Jiong said with a smile, "Anla Anla, that boy Yixing is a little silly, but he is not an ignorant person."

"Besides, if I, Che, didn't recognize him as my brother, would I talk like this?"

He Jiong thought Huang Lei was worried about this, so he quickly told him.

However, Huang Lei glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Do you think I should let Yi Xing focus on filming?"

"Playing music, this kid really doesn't have much talent. With my connections, both Peng Peng and him can have a good development in the future, and with the help from Xiao Che."

"At least the actor is not worried, right?"

"Music, it's hard~"