CHATPTER 9

Taking advantage of the days away from Brain, Aaron finished organizing the demos of "Words in the Heart," "Love You," and "Autumn Thoughts."

The song titles were carefully chosen by Eric, and for release, they must, and can only, be these three names.

Eric's golden touch was quite useful, and as long as Aaron thought about creating, countless melodies and chapters naturally flowed into his mind, so these tasks were not difficult.

After finishing the last song, Aaron lay on the bed and gave his thoughts on using the system, "I feel like I'm an artist."

061 chuckled, "You were one before too."

After a night of watching horror movies, their revolutionary class friendship was strengthened, and now they were getting even smoother in their conversations.

Aaron said, "I used to be a high school graduate, and now, in the blink of an eye, I've graduated from college."

The system said, "...So, students who have received scholarships for three consecutive years can be called high school graduates."

Aaron sighed, "You even know my grades. Did you read my interviews to find out?"

061 said, "..." He fell into the trap.

Aaron exclaimed, "Watching my movies and even following my interviews. The brain-dead fans are really terrifying."

061 said, "...I am not. I have not. I am a serious system."

061 struggled to say, "I just want to understand you, to facilitate the execution of tasks."

Aaron turned over, faced the ceiling, and fell silent.

This silence made 061 suddenly feel a bit flustered. He realized that what he said didn't sound very nice and added, "...You're not entirely my task either."

This was said from the heart.

Aaron was his tenth host.

And for the host, in a strange and isolated world, the system was the only trustworthy and reliable companion. Even though he had been formatted, 061, relying on residual feelings, knew that each separation from the host was not a pleasant experience.

061 wanted to be a cold, emotionless system because he didn't want to feel sad about parting ways.

But it seemed like he couldn't do it after all.

Aaron said, "You don't need to explain."

061 said, "I..."

Aaron sighed, "I seem to have lost your favor so quickly."

061 said, "..."

Aaron sighed again, "I'm no longer the Mr. Pool you loved."

061 said, "..." I cared too much about you.

But he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Aaron was different from the hosts he had experienced before. He had some childishness in his speech, but he was independent and calm in his actions.

This kind of person, talkative but able to distinguish between right and wrong, gains and losses, was easier to get along with.

His strong desire to return to the present world made 061 a bit relieved. Even if they had to say goodbye in the future, it probably wouldn't be too difficult.

After the excitement of the play, Aaron fell into the silence of a wise man.

He reached out and touched the sleeping pills bottle on the bedside table, only to find it was empty.

Aaron got up and prepared to change clothes.

061 asked, "Where are you going? The pharmacy is closed at this hour."

Aaron said, "Then I'll find a karaoke bar to dance. Dance until the pharmacy opens."

061 said, "..."

Eric had thought carefully for his younger brother.

The facilities in this 200-square-meter apartment were well-equipped, with many thoughtful tips added.

For example, there was a note on the liquor cabinet, "You can bring friends to drink. The bottom three grids of liquor are free for you to drink, the middle two grids are also yours, and the top two grids are my collection. Dare to touch, and I'll break your legs."

Aaron smiled, tore off all the notes, stacked them, opened his wallet, and neatly stored them in it.

The system noticed his actions and felt kind of touching for Aaron's tender manner of expression.

He turned and went back to his room.

Aaron came back, got the notes, and went through the same process again.

The system noticed again and felt even more touched.

Aaron laughed, "Are you touched by my tenderness?"

061 said, "No."

Aaron put the notes away and said, "I'm going to bed."

061 said, "Sleep well."

Aaron rolled over, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

061 said, "No."

Aaron said, "That's good."

He curled up, and 061 was a bit puzzled. Wasn't he just saying he was going to bed?

But it seemed like it was a good idea.

The next day, Aaron, who had slept well, put the master tapes he recorded into a paper bag, cooked some food, and brought them to Eric's company.

Seeing Aaron in the apron skillfully cracking eggs and cooking, 061 was surprised.

...He really knows how to cook.

When Eric saw his younger brother carrying a lunchbox brought in by the secretary, he was just as surprised as 061.

Hearing that the egg-fried rice was made by Eric, he was even more surprised.

Today, the temperature in the city dropped to the lowest since winter began, and Eric's nose was red from the cold. As soon as he entered, he held hot water and drank it with a gurgling sound.

Eric lifted the lid of the lunchbox, revealing a meal with one rice dish and one soup, pig's trotter and yellow soybean soup, and egg-fried rice. The egg-fried rice had egg sticking to each grain, the ham was freshly cut, finely chopped; the pig's trotter was stewed to the point that a gentle poke with chopsticks would separate the bones, meat, and skin, with a fresh and delicious aroma.

Eric praised, "Brother, you eat. It's hot. I bought this lunchbox with good heat preservation."

...Just looking at this substantial amount, you could tell it wasn't ordered from outside.

Eric said sarcastically, "Quite the virtuous wife and good mother. Is that pet of yours trained to use the spatula?"

Eric smiled, "I'm happy to stir the spoon for you. Brother, are you unhappy?"

Eric said, "...Hmph."

Then he swept away all the food.

After he finished his meal, Eric explained his intentions clearly.

Eric pushed the lunchbox, "Do you want to release your songs?"

Eric held the paper bag with anticipation, "Brother, do you know where to submit them?"

"I have a few classmates working in entertainment companies. I'll ask for you." Eric didn't understand much about this, so he wouldn't easily make any promises, "Do you have any goals yourself?"

Eric shook his head obediently.

Eric sighed, "You're a silly deer, not caring about anything."

Eric grinned foolishly.

"Still smiling." Eric's face turned stiff, "I have two buddies who have heard you sing before. They asked me about you and if you have any plans to debut. You refused them. One is now in Cloud Entertainment, and the other is in Star Cloud Entertainment. Do you want to try one? Or should I submit to both?"

Eric seriously thought about it, "Star Cloud."

Eric: "...Did you randomly pick it?"

Eric: "..." Really a silly deer.

Eric got up, took the paper bag from his arms, opened it, and looked inside, "Is it urgent?"

Eric: "..."

He gave his younger brother's butt, which had basically turned into a maid, a kick.

Eric immediately hugged Eric's arm and coquettishly said, "Brother."

Eric was a little stunned. He didn't expect his younger brother, who always dodged faster than a rabbit when he got hit, to approach him. When he reacted, his face was a bit hot, "What are you rubbing against? Your skin is so thick."

   He took it out and put it into the computer.

He didn't know much about music, but as soon as the prelude started, he showed a proud smile.

...This was written by Eric.

However, as the melody progressed to the chorus, Eric was stunned.

He wasn't a music major and couldn't explain in detail, but he at least knew what sounded good.

After leaving Eric's office, 061 asked him, "Why did you choose Star Cloud?"

Aaron replied, "Because I don't want to go to Cloud Entertainment."

Unlike Eric, Aaron would do some research before doing things.

Eric's songs were produced by a small company, which was a waste of talent. However, he had no experience in the previous life, plus his brother Eric had a wide network and had connections with many high-level executives in many large entertainment companies. If he submitted his songs, his brother would definitely know.

He was young and inexperienced, plus being instigated by Brain to distance himself from his family, he thought that causing trouble with his family and then making money with their support was inappropriate.

This time, Aaron directly came to Eric. He took a shortcut without blushing or skipping a beat.

He had plans to join a large entertainment company but hadn't planned on joining Cloud Entertainment. Cloud Entertainment was where Tang Huan was, and it wouldn't be convenient for him to implement his plan there.

061 wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, "...he's coming."

"Who?"

061 said, "Brain."

Aaron: "...Huh?"

061 said, "I connected to the GPS of your new car. Someone has entered your current address on the GPS. It should be Brain coming to find you."

"Isn't he accompanying his parents?"

"It's noon now." His parents might be taking a nap.

...After ignoring him for so many days, he finally couldn't sit still?

These days, Brain's favorability had been fluctuating. It could be seen that his heart was in a mess, especially regarding "Eric's" childhood friend "Lou."

Aaron shrugged, "I'm not at home, just let him waste a trip."

Then, he added with some regret, "But it would be great if Brother Lou was at home. Since he cares so much about Brother Lou and specially came to see him, let him return empty-handed. It's a bit of a pity."

061: "...okay."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, "Huh?"

061 said, "I can do a solid holographic image that looks completely normal to the naked eye and can have a brief physical sensation. Although the total system strictly prohibits us from using physical entities and contact with the outside world, as long as the host doesn't report to the total system, there's no problem... I can pretend to be Lou."

Aaron thought for a moment, "Sure."

061: "Okay."

Aaron: "Look better."

061: "...Okay."

061 thought about whether to simulate the appearance of a certain movie star, but it was troublesome, and his own appearance had been praised as handsome by a fellow system colleague.

After thinking about it, he used his own appearance.

Soon, a holographic image of 061 appeared in the apartment.

He sat quietly on the bed, looking at his hands and feet, and then looked at the floor mirror. Without exception, his vision was covered with large chunks of mosaic.

Sure enough.

Idle and bored, the system neatly folded the clothes that Aaron had thrown on the bed and put them in the wardrobe.

About half an hour later, the intercom rang. It was the security guard, saying that Mr. Cheng, who lived here, had a visitor.

061 replied, "Yes. Is it a Mr. Brain? Please let him in."

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and he got up to open the door.

On the other side of the door was Brain without a doubt. 061 smiled and nodded at him, "Mr. Brain? Xiaoyuan told me you would come."

However, the usually thoughtful Brain, after looking at 061, actually stayed in a daze for a long time, ignoring 061's greeting.

"...Mr. Brain?"

He had no idea what kind of scene he was in Brain's eyes.

The person in front of him was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, with a straight back, a few centimeters taller than him, and surprisingly, his clean temperament, especially the eyebrows and eyes, were not much different from Brain!