Mingyou placed the black cat and wolf ice sculptures on the piano stand, moved a chair next to him, and placed a stool on top of it. He then carried the polar bear onto the stool, letting it sit at eye level with the piano keys.
Mingyou smiled at the camera: "Okay, the commotion has been resolved. Everyone, please continue listening to the piano music."
The little polar bear clapped its paws and smiled with its eyes curved, as if it was the little girl's favorite teddy bear.
The audience was completely sleep deprived.
Just now…just now, the host was talking about degeneration, right? It's degeneration, not evolution, right? Why can he still use his powers after degeneration? Why is it so easy to use his powers?
No, that wasn't what surprised them. Had the host, along with the black cat and wolf, been attacked by an ice-based power? Why were the black cat and wolf, both spiritual beasts, reduced to ice sculptures, while the host merely shuddered?
Is it possible that Colonel Herman's supernatural powers are so advanced that he can only attack the cats and dogs in the host's arms without hurting the host? Is it that amazing?
How is this possible?! That's clearly an indiscriminate range attack! Are they blind?
The melody of the piano music played by Mingyou was very gentle, like a small butterfly dancing in the warm spring sunshine. Everywhere you looked, the garden was full of spring colors.
But the audience felt very disappointed.
They looked at the two animal ice sculptures on the piano stand, then at Mingyou with a gentle face, and the little white bear with a well-behaved face.
shake……
So exciting!
No wonder the young anchor can take care of His Majesty Arthur and the ten heroes alone. How can this group of S-level psychics compare to her defense?
The song ended. Mingyou asked Little White Bear, who could see the comments, what the audience thought.
The little white bear's baby voice echoed in Mingyou's mind: "The audience said it was cold."
Cold? Mingyou didn't quite understand.
Little White Bear understood, but he didn't want to say it.
My little You is so gentle and adorable, how can he be scary? You guys, are those eyes of yours made of glass beads?
"They probably want to listen to some exciting music." Little White Bear said.
Mingyou nodded, thinking about what to play next, while looking at the two ice sculptures on the piano stand: "Is it time to let them out?"
Little White Bear said, "They won't get hurt."
Mingyou whispered, "But I'm afraid they'll catch a cold."
Little White Bear said, "You have a cold, so take some medicine." Anyway, I'm super angry now! I'm determined not to let them out.
Seeing that the little white bear was really angry, Mingyou stopped trying to persuade him.
Although he felt sorry for Dahei and Dahui, these two actually did parkour and dance on Dabai's most important piano, and they really deserved a lesson.
Even if they broke his things, Mingyou wouldn't be angry. But knowing that the piano was something very important to Dabai and he loved it, these two were so unwilling to listen to his advice. He froze them for a while, as if it was a time for reflection.
After they both come out of the ice sculpture, feed them a bowl of ginger soup to warm them up.
"If you want something more exciting... then 'Pathetique' would be fine." Mingyou didn't know much about Star Alliance music. Although he had a piano, the Tan family wouldn't hire a music teacher for him, and they wouldn't even allow him to connect to the Star Network.
So after he got the piano, he just played the songs he knew from his previous life over and over again.
But music is a language that transcends national boundaries and civilizations. Mingyou believes that even people from the Star Alliance can understand the meaning of "Pathetique".
What people call "Pathetique" refers to the third movement of this piano sonata.
"The composer of 'Pathétique' is Beethoven, a genius musician." Mingyou introduced the origin of this piano piece that was world-famous in his time while trying to get the feeling.
Beethoven was less than 30 years old when he wrote this piece, and was at the peak of his career both in terms of age and career.
But when he wrote "Pathetique", it was not the forced sorrow expressed by a young man who went to the West Tower to compose new words.
At that time, he gradually became deaf.
For a musician who is just at the peak of his career, his ears may go deaf and his world may almost fall apart.
But this song feels more like a celebration of heroism and courage. It's titled "Pathetique," but it doesn't contain sadness or decadence.
Fight, fight! Every note is a fight! Every beat is a fight!
It’s like a person who is about to be dragged into hell. Even if half of his body has been burned by the flames, he still has to raise his arms and fight towards God!
Even as his hearing deteriorated and he lost it completely, Beethoven never gave up music until his death. He placed a wooden stick against the piano's resonance box, relying on his musical intuition and bone conduction to continue his musical career.
"Pathetique" marked the beginning of his suffering, the beginning of his struggle, and also the beginning of his glory. When he became completely deaf, his musical career reached its zenith, accompanied by the peak of suffering and struggle.
The Ninth Symphony, composed after Beethoven became completely deaf, is the highest masterpiece of symphony.
Eternal! Immortal!
And now, what Mingyou plays is the beginning of suffering and also the beginning of the peak.
It's sad.
It is tragic.
But it is not a sad song.
It is the hero's journey song.
After the brief introduction, Mingyou finally found the feel and began to play formally.
He had played this song many times at school. He was soft, but he didn't want to be cowardly; he was humble, but he yearned to be a hero; whether he was a middle school student or immersed in fantasy, as long as he could climb out of disappointment and despair, as long as he could return to the sunshine, any means of self-help were not shameful.
Didn't heroes dream of becoming heroes when they grew up? Do those thoughts, which would be labeled "chunibyo" (chuunibyou) if expressed aloud, really disappear with age?
The chairman of the gaming company who gave him a special account in Elf World and encouraged him not to give up on life told him that men and women can be boys and girls until they die.
This song is dedicated to all the real heroes and their families in the live broadcast room, and also to those with "middle school syndrome" like me who hope to become heroes.
Even if objective conditions don't allow it, as long as you have the desire to save the world in your heart, your actions will definitely work towards that goal. From studying and working hard to being kind and helpful to others, all actions that can make you a better person, don't they also make the world a better place?
As long as you put in the effort, dreams are not shameful daydreams.
An unattainable goal is still a goal.
Mingyou is deeply moved every time he plays "Pathetique." His feelings are amplified by the surging emotions and conveyed to every listener.
The dozing golden lion king suddenly shuddered, as if his brother came up to his ear and yelled, "Wake up, you fucking bitch!", scaring his soft golden long hair so much that it stood up.
The piano piece titled "Pathetique" does indeed contain deep sadness and despair, but sadness and despair are just mud under my feet. Even if I am imprisoned, my heart will never surrender.
His Majesty the Golden Lion King closed his eyes again. The despair of the past flashed before his eyes, reaching its peak when he saw his brother, unable to regain his human form.
But as the song describes, even in despair, one cannot stop fighting, because stopping the fight would mean falling completely into the quagmire of despair, with no hope of survival. Neither his own dignity nor his love for his family and hometown would allow His Majesty the Lion King to lower his noble head.
Before leaving, his younger brother, who had never been obedient, made a funny and exaggerated expression and told him: Brother, even if I die, don't bow your head. The crown will fall and the enemy will laugh.
In the military camp, many soldiers who wanted to watch the live broadcast and have a good sleep accidentally got their fur exploded, and the special camp was full of swollen fur balls.
Even S-rank psychics who had just transformed into beasts had experienced war—and that war wasn't just fought by spirit beasts. Among those who died, it wasn't just S-rank psychics; many ordinary soldiers were also killed.
There are many ways to sacrifice, just like an ordinary fleet is surrounded by Zerg, and the soldiers wearing exoskeleton mechas rush towards the Zerg frigates, tearing their own frigates apart while tearing apart the opponent's frigates, allowing the commander to drive the flagship towards the opponent's flagship. In the disadvantage of being ambushed, they use sacrifice and fearlessness, and die together, to win a "victory" by exchanging the few for the many.
Who among those who have experienced war has not encountered hardship and despair? Who has not suffered indelible scars on their souls?
But the Covenant fought back in despair, achieving unexpectedly brilliant results. After the war, would they, their comrades, their families, and their homeland plunge into despair once again because of their inner demons and the ill intentions of a few?
Except for Prince Arthur's own private spiritual animal sanatorium, which was given a careless numerical name, all other spiritual animal sanatoriums have auspicious names.
In these sanatoriums, there are many spirit beasts that are seriously injured and cannot recover their human form.
Although their conditions were not as severe as the ten heroes and there was still hope for recovery, many of them were doomed to lifelong disabilities. Some might even be forced to leave the ranks of superpowers and return to being ordinary people.
They have been desperate and in pain, but no one has ever thought of committing suicide.
No, it’s not that they haven’t thought about it, they are just waiting for news from Prince Arthur.
How could they allow the people they hated the most to seize the fruits of victory after finally achieving it? Regardless of whether Prince Arthur was dead or alive, they would live until the day when the truth of the war was revealed, and the day when those who had stabbed them in the back during the war were punished.
They are all heroes, and they are living proof.
As long as they are alive, history cannot be changed at will.
Even if Prince Arthur sacrificed his life, they would still follow Prince Arthur's last wishes, unite around His Majesty, and contribute their final efforts to protecting the Star Alliance.
They protected the Star Alliance from external harassment, and would never allow internal parasites to take advantage of the Star Alliance's severe damage to destroy the peace that their comrades had fought for with their lives.
This was the only request His Royal Highness made to them before he left.
Now that His Royal Highness is back, he is still as optimistic and lively during the live broadcast, just like when he was on the battlefield.
His Royal Highness's strong self-confidence and optimism were the sun in everyone's heart. As long as Prince Arthur was there, they believed that victory would definitely belong to them.
We can cheer up a little longer, live a little longer, and wait until His Royal Highness Arthur fully recovers and His Royal Highness the Prince stands before the public again, then we can rest in peace. This is what the seriously injured spirit beasts originally thought.
But when they heard "Pathetique", those spirit beasts that were lame, blind, or even had half of their bodies missing hesitated.
The Covenant has many habitable planets, and there are other interstellar civilizations beyond them. A musician on an unknown small planet, whose life they have never heard of. But according to the host, when a musician suffers from a disease that prevents him from hearing even with all the Covenant's technology, doesn't that mean he has lost everything?
For musicians, sound is not just a dream, it is everything that includes life.
Relying only on his musical intuition and a small wooden stick, this person can pursue his dream of becoming a musician. What about them?
If you have a lame leg, you can have a prosthetic limb; if you are blind, you can have a false eye; even if you are paralyzed on one side of your body, you can rely on an exoskeleton.
Even if you lose your superpowers in the end and become an ordinary person, will you not be able to survive?
Most of the people in this Star Alliance are ordinary people, and there are also many ordinary people among the soldiers who died on the battlefield - they are generally logistics workers or mechanics, but they are still not afraid of sacrifice, and they are still well-deserved heroes.
If they had the intention to commit suicide before, it was also because they did not want the Star Alliance to waste the resources given to people with special abilities on useless people like them. However, this anchor who calls himself a "Spirit Beast Master" has brought new knowledge about cultivating spirit beasts. Perhaps in the future, the Star Alliance will no longer lack resources to cultivate people with special abilities.
Since giving up is not sacrifice but cowardly suicide, they have no reason to give up.
Just like this piano piece, "Pathetique" is just the beginning, a beginning of suffering or a beginning of glory. They were able to walk out of the flames of war and the sea of blood, so how could they fall before dawn?
What if it's darkest and coldest before dawn? Their sun is still there! Their sun still has a small star that heralds the coming of dawn, encouraging them not to fall before the light arrives.
At this moment, the dying spirit beasts struggled to get up and crawled towards the food bowl.
They don’t want to fall asleep in the quiet atmosphere of the live broadcast room, they want to be awake, always awake.
Every bite they eat gives them more strength to move towards dawn.
When the staff of the Spirit Beast Sanatorium saw the surveillance data of the spirit beasts, and saw the anorexic spirit beasts eating frantically while enduring nausea, they couldn't help but hug the people around them and shout excitedly.
As long as they can eat, as long as they can eat, the spiritual beasts have hope of survival!
They saw hope!
"His Royal Highness's live broadcast room is so amazing, and that little anchor is so amazing!" The director of a spiritual animal sanatorium took off his reading glasses and wiped his tears.
"Spirit beast masters are so powerful. I really want to become like that." A young man sighed.
Another person said, "Of course we can. Even without the special abilities of a Spirit Beast Master, we can definitely prepare the Spirit Beast food and medicines used in the livestream as long as we learn."
The old director nodded and said, "We have improved the existing treatment methods in the sanatorium according to the knowledge learned from the live broadcast, and we have achieved good results."
Previously, they isolated the spirit beasts and raised them like wild animals. Now, they try to communicate with the spirit beasts at close range while taking proper safety precautions. They find that although most spirit beasts have no memories of their past, they are very friendly to humans who have good intentions towards them and are easy to get along with.
These spirit beasts are even more sensitive to human emotions than when they were still humans. They always find the kindest person who has the deepest feelings for them and clings to them. For example, the old dean is deeply loved by all the spirit beasts.
The old director has already reported to the higher authorities, requesting a change in the way family members can visit, so that they can also participate in the recuperation of the spirit beasts.
Although there are some bad family members, for most people, family is still one of the spiritual pillars.
"Why doesn't Your Majesty let the host teach us directly?" someone asked in confusion. "We can't ask the host questions directly, and many of our questions remain unanswered."
"This is the protection that His Majesty and His Royal Highness provide to the young host. Until His Royal Highness Prince Arthur recovers sufficiently to appear in public, it's best that the young host not be disturbed by others," the old dean said. "Furthermore, the young host is young and inexperienced. If he were to enter academia through the normal means, each industry has its own rules, and he would undoubtedly suffer many grievances. He would also have to take many detours to gain public recognition for his achievements."
"But live streaming is different. If the audience thinks the host's advice is good, they'll try it out. This has nothing to do with the academic community, and they have no right to interfere." The old dean laughed. "This live streaming platform is open to all Star Alliance leaders, S-level esperians, their families, and those involved in spirit beast cultivation. It's considered a semi-public platform."
"Semi-public means that there are a lot of people watching the live broadcast, from all walks of life, and they can't control everyone. And since the live broadcast platform is not open to the general public, they can't use their power and position to smear and slander in the public media."
"I suspect your Majesty's next move will be to wait for other spirit beast sanatoriums to imitate the anchor's approach and achieve positive results. Then, he will have the anchor present his research results to the public, transcending the academic community and elevating him to become the new spokesperson for the spirit beast breeding industry."
"Root out those ignorant and incompetent scholars in the spirit beast cultivation world!"
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After Mingyou finished playing the piano, he suddenly felt a little dizzy.
The little white bear immediately turned into a big white bear and caught the dizzy Mingyou.
"Uh... why are you spinning in circles, Dabai?" Mingyou asked stupidly.
"I'm not spinning in circles." The big white bear picked up Mingyou and held him sideways. Mingyou huddled in the big white bear's warm and fluffy fur, feeling dizzy as if he was drunk.
He has never been drunk. It is said that when you are drunk, you will feel dizzy. Is this what it feels like?
The big white bear melted the ice off the little black cat and the little gray wolf. The two little furry balls immediately shook like quails that were splashed with water, and kept sneezing.
"If I spit on the piano, you two will continue to be ice sculptures." The big white bear threatened.
The little black cat immediately jumped up from the spot with a kick of its legs, threw itself onto the big white bear's shoulder, and used the big white bear's fur to keep warm.
The little gray wolf also pounced on the other shoulder of the big white bear. He opened his mouth, howled, bit the big white bear's shoulder, and hung on the big white bear.
The big polar bear glanced at the little gray wolf who was inexplicably hostile to him and ignored his provocation which was completely defenseless.
Arthur the Cat trembled as he cut off the livestream. Before the excited audience could react, they were kicked out of the livestream room. Furious, the furry little balls howled at the windows for a long time like wolves on a full-moon night. Even the Golden Lion King, who rarely barked, let out a full-throated "Ao" and unleashed a string of curse words.
This jerk brother! He hasn't eaten the Nutrition Cubes yet! Before he ends the live stream, he should try a few of them! He's looking forward to eating them with his meal! The snacks are right in front of him!
The lion is so angry!
His Majesty the Emperor decided to take some time to visit the sanatorium in person to discipline his increasingly arrogant brother!
…
"Is Mingyou okay? Do you want me to call a doctor?" Arthur wanted to turn into a big cat, but with the big white bear around, it would be difficult for the two big furry creatures to move together, so he kept the form of a kitten and squatted beside the pillow to guard Mingyou.
"Excessive emotional excitement and overactive mental energy have led to physical discomfort. This is a common problem for people with special abilities." Big White Bear looked at the diagnosis report of the treatment robot and said, "Once his emotions stabilize and he gets some more rest, he will be fine."
"You can even make yourself dizzy just playing the piano, Stupid You, are you the dumbest Stupid You in the world?" Arthur breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mingyou was fine. He jumped onto Mingyou's forehead and squatted, patting Mingyou's nose with his cat paws.
"Well... I was wrong... I've never been like this before." Mingyou said aggrievedly, "Will I never be able to play the piano again?"
"This kind of adverse reaction only occurs during a period of rapid mental growth, just like leg cramps when growing taller. It's not a bad thing." Big White Bear's calm tone was like a stream of clear water, soothing Mingyou's inner anxiety. "You can play the piano. Just rest when you feel unwell."
"Did you find any benefit from eating the nutritional blocks we ate?" Arthur the cat used his furry belly to warm Mingyou's forehead, relieving the discomfort on his head like a hot pack. "I can share my nutritional blocks with you."
Mingyou laughed: "Thank you, Dahei, I don't think it will be of much use. I'm fine, just a little sleepy, I'll be fine after a good sleep."
"Then go to bed quickly." Arthur Cat urged.
After Mingyou fell asleep, the big white bear replaced the Arthur Cat brand forehead warmer with a regular version, picked up the little gray wolf who wanted to get into Mingyou's bed, and left the bedroom.
"The energy fluctuations when Xiaoyou played the piano today were amazing." Three furry cats, one big and two small, sat in a circle for a meeting, with the big white bear as the host.
Arthur Cat nodded. "A thousand times stronger. It's like the war halo the Zerg Queen used when our suicide squad attacked the Zerg nest."
Arthur Cat immediately started spouting a string of game terms. The white bear, accustomed to his way of speaking, nodded and said, "If we can cultivate more spirit beast masters, the combat effectiveness of the army will be greatly improved. We must protect Xiaoyou."
"Does whether Chunyou will have a war aura have anything to do with us protecting him?" Arthur Cat licked his paws and washed his face. "Dabai, you are so utilitarian."
The big white bear wanted to slap the little black cat to death. Was that what he meant? He was just emphasizing how powerful Xiaoyou was!
"I suggest we quickly bring back the other comrades," Little Gray Wolf said after listening to the two men's conversation. "Xiaoyou's power is too special, and His Majesty the Emperor won't be able to withstand the pressure of public opinion for long. Xiaoyou will soon be forced to appear in public. The more people who can protect him, the better."
"Right. I just don't believe that the eleven of us combined can't protect a stupid wolf." Arthur nodded his head, then arched his back and jumped on the spot like a spring cat. "Meow?! Stupid wolf, you're awake?!!!"
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