"Mao Ling'er! What are you doing?" Yu Xingxing asked in surprise: "Are you also feeling uncomfortable?"
Mao Ling'er jumped up a few more times before stopping: "It's strange, I just felt a vibration, as if I was going to explode."
Zhu Silan also stopped singing after hearing Yu Xingxing's words. It seemed that they were fine too.
"So serious?" Yu Xingxing realized that maybe he had added some kind of tune to the ordinary singing voice.
"Okay, you guys go and review your homework quickly. We'll talk about it later!" Yu Xingxing and Zhu Silan said.
"Okay, brother, goodbye!" Zhu Silan, Zhu Xiangqing, and Zhu Hongsheng said together.
"Goodbye!" Yu Xingxing also said.
Then, he heard the sound of hanging up over there, and he looked at Mao Ling'er again.
He felt that the problem was serious.
If he had such big side effects as soon as he started singing, how could he sing again with his beautiful voice?
Yes, you must find Sister Fang as soon as possible to see if her "unique skills" can resist the invasion of this singing voice?
He picked up Mao Ling'er and stroked its back.
After thinking about it, he opened Uncle George's exercises again. He hadn't done them for a long time. Fortunately, he still had some knowledge from before. Those questions were not so unfamiliar that he didn't know him.
He will continue his classes this weekend. I wonder how much Uncle George knows about this multidimensional space. Can I ask him?
Thinking about it, he also speeded up the speed of doing the questions.
Mao Ling'er looked at him and felt that he was more mature: After such a tiring game, instead of having a good rest after coming back, he was busy with this and then that, and now he is still burning the midnight oil.
Finally, after typing on the keyboard for half an hour, he couldn't hold it anymore and was about to lie down on it to sleep.
Mao Ling'er shouted: "Wash up and go to sleep!"
Yu Xingxing was startled and woke up: "You cat spirit, can't you talk properly?"
"If I talk nicely now, you won't listen at all. Go quickly, take a good bath, and have a good sleep." Mao Ling'er seemed to have found a pattern long ago.
"No, we rested in the hotel for a few days. It's not as exaggerated as you think." Yu Xingxing said, did a few washes and went to bed.
Mao Linger was curled up at the foot of the bed, half asleep and half awake.
In the middle of the night, another mink-like animal appeared in Yu Xingxing's hand. Mao Ling'er immediately stared at him.
Look up its green eyes.
Huang Kun Diao was startled, thinking he had seen some monster.
It also detected that Mao Linger had no energy at all and had no interest in it.
Mao Ling'er asked it: "I said, what kind of god are you?"
Huang Kun Diao glanced at it, not understanding what it said at all, so he ignored it and stared at it with his little eyes looking around.
Mao Ling'er has already adapted to it and no longer makes a fuss about it. Yu Xingxing has accepted it all anyway, and it would be a bit impractical to talk about it on his own.
And when they arrive in a new environment, especially in such a comfortable home, they must be curious. It is not surprising that they come out to take a look while Yu Xingxing is sleeping.
Mao Ling'er looked at Xiao Diao and inspected everything upstairs and downstairs. After finding nothing special worthy of his attention, he got into Yu Xingxing's hands again.
...
Early the next morning, Yu Xingxing came to the gym again.
Mao Ling'er also came over, and Yu Xingxing said to it: "I want to practice singing, do you want to listen?"
Mao Ling'er remembered the feeling last night, and said quickly: "Don't you practice running or fitness in the morning?"
"I want to practice singing now!" Yu Xingxing looked at it and insisted.
"Okay, you practice, I'll close the door tightly!" With that, Mao Ling'er was about to walk out.
"Don't leave! Mao Ling'er, you are my important coach now. I still want to see your reaction. How can you leave?" Yu Xingxing said and was going to catch it.
When Mao Ling'er heard this, he thought, no, it didn't want to endure the shock any more, and it almost made its head split.
I am still a machine. If I were a living thing, I would probably go crazy.
"Your coach? I don't dare to be. I have other things to do. Goodbye!" Mao Ling'er said and ran outside.
"Mao Ling'er, you know, you can't outrun Zhuangzhuang Xiaoli!" Yu Xingxing said as he looked at the figure that was about to slip away.
Mao Ling'er walked back with an aggrieved look on her face: "Well, when I tell you to stop, you have to stop!"
Yu Xingxing said: "That's for sure!"
Then he thought to himself: "I have no problem stopping. What I need to find now is to be able to stop when the song is spread through the sword!"
"Mao Ling'er, you've suffered!" Thinking of this, he swung his sword and stabbed towards Mao Ling'er, singing at the same time
It also reached Mao Ling'er's ears.
Mao Ling'er watched helplessly as the sword was stabbing at it. She had no idea at all. Yu Xingxing wanted to smash it to pieces, and there was nothing she could do!
The sword stopped a centimeter away from its head, and it raised its paw to push the sword away.
Suddenly, it was shaken all over, and a melodious song came into its ears again!
It looked at Yu Xingxing in shock. Why didn't it hear any sound just now, but only heard it after its claws touched the sword?
It knew that this song must be another piece of music that made it uncomfortable, so it quickly pretended to be uncomfortable and kept shaking its head.
When Yu Xingxing saw it like this, he thought it was the influence of the singing.
He quickly stopped singing. Mao Ling'er saw that he had stopped and also stopped his movements.
Yu Xingxing took a look, how could Mao Linger stop so quickly?
Is it affected differently than humans?
If this is the case, then the effect of practicing with Mao Ling'er will not be great.
So, he said to Mao Ling'er: "Strange, why did you stop so quickly?"
Mao Ling'er said: "Yes, if you stop, I will feel better immediately."
"Then come again!" Yu Xingxing thought, maybe it was a short time, but if it was longer, it would probably be the same.
So, his sword pointed at Mao Ling'er again!
This time, Mao Ling'er behaved. He didn't use his paws to push the sword away, and he couldn't hear the sound.
But how can Yu Xingxing not be suspicious?
So it pretended to shake its head again.
Yu Xingxing continued to sing, and it continued to shake its head.
No, even though there was no contact, after a while, those singing voices still came through! It came through the sword and the little bit of air on its body.
Mao Linger shivered and looked at Yu Xingxing. He was still moving his lips, obviously singing.
It listened and listened, and finally, that uncomfortable feeling came again!
It suddenly screamed and jumped up and down!
Yu Xingxing was also shocked by it!
Seeing Mao Ling'er's appearance, he immediately stopped singing!
However, Mao Linger shows no signs of stopping!
Yu Xingxing looked at it and thought: Could it be that it acted in the scene just now?