Chapter 770 Live Broadcast Preparation (Part 2)

After admiring the 2.5-dimensional painting style of Le Wu for a while, Qin Jue's eyes returned to the room.

What Qin Yuqiao is testing now is distance.

In the full body state, the model can respond to taking two steps forward at most. If you continue to move forward, the model will slowly zoom in, just like a person walking slowly and the figure gradually approaching, which is full of immersion.

After a while, Li Mu Masako gently pushed the wheeled chair over, and Qin Yuqiao sat down. The Le Wu on the screen also followed suit and made an elegant sitting action. At the same time, the layer of the seat appeared. .

Although these must be assisted by Sen Ran's intelligence and are not particularly labor-intensive, Qin Jue still had a sore throat and had visions of a lot of hair.

After Qin Yuqiao stood up and returned to his original position, Masako Rimu's voice came:

"Now for the sound test."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ceiling directly above Qin Yuqiao opened smoothly. The long microphone rack moved downward smoothly. The folding rod reflected the cold light of the metal. A specially customized microphone and soundproof cover were fixed at the end of the microphone rack. It was like this. Like standing on his head, he stopped steadily and extremely accurately dozens of centimeters in front of Qin Yuqiao.

I don’t know how they were operated, but their existence did not affect face capture and motion capture at all. The "Le Wu" on the screen was still completely synchronized with Qin Yuqiao himself, and even her expression when she raised her eyes and stared at the microphone dropped. Nothing was captured and left behind.

After that, the microphone stand began to change color, turning from silver to transparent, leaving only the microphone and soundproof cover. This allowed Qin Yuqiao to see the lyrics on the auxiliary display while singing, and also to see what his live2D looked like at the same time. Facilitate timely adjustment and response.

really not bad.

Qin Jue nodded appreciatively.

She immediately felt her ears tingle, and her mood suddenly calmed down, because Qin Yuqiao had already started singing for the audition.

This voice reminded Qin Jue of the Dr. Lu she went to see after the filming of "The Cage". It was on that day that her confused and chaotic mood after her rebirth was initially resolved.

Closing his eyes and listening, Qin Jue could feel that his heartbeat was getting slower and slower. His emotions were not accumulated in one place, but like tiny balls of light, gently colliding with each other, then dissipating gently, and then dissipating. The shining light points fall downward.

As it fell, the thoughts that were still lingering disappeared, and my heart felt peaceful.

"call……"

Qin Jue pulled away from this extremely relaxed state and returned to his usual state of implicit vigilance.

If it weren't for her strong resistance, she would have fallen asleep just now.

Looking at it again, I saw that Masako Rimu had already put on the special sound-isolating earplugs and was concentrating on the data fed back by the monitoring station.

The little fox's ability has improved too fast.

Qin Jue took some time to think.

Yes, although there are all kinds of negative emotions in the apocalypse, everyone is in a similar situation and the points of collapse are different. Today's society is all-encompassing, and "Awkward" even shows the living conditions of six different groups, not to mention the vast world?

Everyone's happiness, sorrow, happiness, and pain are all very different, and the information provided to the little fox must be richer than in the end of the world.

Vast experience brings rapid growth... Qin Jue felt a little distressed, but also looked at Qin Yuqiao with some pride.

I have really grown up.

…

In the back room, Qin Yuqiao used the new voice to adjust the equipment. She could tell how to adjust various parameters with her ears alone, so she and Masako Rimu made many small changes in coordination with gestures.

At this moment, she is concentrating on her work. Just like Qin Jue who has started an immersive performance, she also has her own "professional switch", which is completely different from the coquettish and clingy little girl not long ago.

The sound-isolating headphones made by the deputy team are certainly practical, but Qin Yuqiao doesn't want to stay in his comfort zone.

Especially in the workroom, she will take off her earphones, listen to every voice with her sharpest ears, identify the emotions of the parties through sounds and colors, and then come to them from a distance through the sound, putting herself in their shoes and empathizing with them. Empathy.

Frankly speaking, this is not a good job.

Because good things can be shared with family and friends, people are more willing to confide in strangers, mostly complaining, grumbling, and feeling sad.

When Qin Yuqiao first listened to her heart, her eyes were covered with thick black several times. The suffocation and despair, like a dark cloud, gripped her throat tightly. In the most painful times, stomach acid would rise up, making her want to vomit.

The suffering hidden behind people's laughter and curses is as heavy as mountains and seas.

From then on, Qin Yuqiao knew that "saving the common people" by herself was too big, and no matter how hard she tried, it was just wishful thinking.

So she changed her mind and took inspiration from one of the letters.

In that voice, the client, who had just escaped from severe depression, said slowly and calmly:

"Thank you. I once thought that my depression would never be cured, and I also hoped that I could completely cure it. But now I understand that there is no way for me to be completely cured. I can only try to get used to it and deal with it. It coexists.”

"Thank you for singing, thank you for your song." He said again, "When I was trying to coexist with my gloomy self, you gave me a little light. Now I have changed from severe to moderate depression, haha, Maybe one day in the future, it can become mild.”

Qin Yuqiao felt his mood and gained a new understanding.

Is such that.

She thought, how can I pull someone out of the abyss completely, but I can at least try to help them take a short breath.

So Le Wu began her singing. She would reply to every voicemail that sincerely shared her voice and mood with a short wordless song. If she heard the deep sea-like weeping, she would reply with the azure sea and clear sky.

Sound, color, acceptance, healing... She made a small effort to try to send a little light across the network cable and the screen.

Qin Yuqiao grew at an unimaginable speed. As set, thousands of voices really became her nourishment, allowing her to deeply empathize with the huge and complicated thoughts, and then temper her will, enrich her heart, and become stronger.

Absorb, enrich, and then give back, and repeat the cycle.

In just two weeks, 200,000 listeners.

People who seek pleasure maliciously speculate on the capital behind Le Wu. Only those who have been helped know what the soothing chants and the dozens of seconds of melody mean to themselves.

Qin Yuqiao put on the earphone gently and gestured to Masako Rinaki.

For a moment, voices with different voices came out of the earphone.

"I really can't stand it. Why, why does my mother hate me so much? She always goes against me in everything, no matter big or small. She must deliberately make food for me when I have said countless times that I hate it, as if she just likes to see me being tortured and collapsed..."

"Lord Le Wu, I am so sad. Why can't a family have a good meal? Everything must be asked at the dinner table. If you don't finish a math test, you will be scolded. If you cry in the bowl, you will be scolded. If you can't eat, you will be scolded again. What do you mean by 'I am just giving them a cold shoulder'? I don't... Why can't people have a good meal..."

"Good evening, I just finished watching "Difficulties" and felt very sad. Even though I have become a so-called 'successful person', I still can't get rid of the psychological shadow created by my father. Ha, I really hate Liang Susu, who makes her so like myself..."

The thin and dense whispers intertwined into a charred black net, and Qin Yuqiao opened her eyes in it. Her temperament settled down in an instant, and she was quiet and indifferent.

The music sounded, one eight beats, two eight beats.

She opened her lips gently.

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