Chapter 80- Hair Transplant Plan
“Rejoin? Have you participated before?”
He Ruge suddenly asked nervously, “Did you get injured in Star Wars?”
Xi Guican dodged the question and said lightly, “The injury has healed. It was an accident before, and such accidents won’t happen again in the future.”
But He Ruge’s worries didn’t dissipate at all. In fact, he had always wanted to ask, if everything that happened in the game was something Xi Guican had experienced personally, then where did he go after bombing the Star Sea Orphanage?
For a full seventeen years, what did he go through alone?
After being injured, did he stay alone without anyone’s company?
He wished the game could last a little longer. Falling in love with someone, he wanted to turn their entire life into a movie, from the beginning to the end.
“Don’t watch this type of broadcast for now. I’ll find something else for you.”
StarNet’s live platform didn’t prohibit violent and bloody content, but these broadcast contents had to be approved by the authorities and not violate federal laws.
For example, even if it was a gladiator arena match broadcast, only legitimate gladiator arenas were qualified for broadcasting. Underground arenas, once discovered, would be swiftly locked down.
No one dared to challenge StarNet’s authority; those who dared were swiftly dealt with.
Aside from mainstream Star Wars broadcasts, there were also many sports broadcasts. Singing and dancing broadcasts, popular on Earth, had the lowest viewership.
In the interstellar era, violence aesthetics were the most popular, and the popularity of the top entertainment stars couldn’t compare to the generals in Star Wars. For example, Xi Guican, who had been recuperating for two years, had over three hundred billion fans on StarNet.
He Ruge registered a StarNet account and opened a live room named “Coax You to Sleep.” The tags he chose for the room were all cold: “Reading” and “Singing.”
He chose the “No Face Reveal” mode. The entire live room was filled with a chilly atmosphere, completely unrelated to hot topics.
He Ruge exhausted all his spiritual energy to read “The Ugly Duckling” as Xi Guican requested. After recording the audio, he hung it in the live room with the note “Original author: Hans Christian Andersen, Reader: Asa Song.”
He completed this classic fairy tale based on memory and his own language organization. While reading, Xi Guican had stars in his eyes the whole time. His obedient appearance made He Ruge want to reach out and pat his head.
Reading this story was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. He Ruge didn’t make a cover or background for it. After completing the recording with Xi Guican, they listened to the finished product together.
“The voice isn’t distorted, it sounds very nice. But compared to your real voice, it’s still a little lacking. Although it’s very good, your real voice sounds even better,” Xi Guican commented.
After listening to his own reading, He Ruge thought of the phrase “gentle as water.” He had never listened to his own voice so seriously before. It sounded more poetic. When he closed his eyes to listen just now, he seemed to faintly hear the sound of the tides.
That wasn’t the sound of the tides played from the recording; it was the sound of the ocean in his heart.
Perhaps everyone harbored delicate emotions in their hearts. The tenderness of a sentimental person overflowed like the sea, just like He Ruge.
While some people’s tenderness was an oasis in the desert. Often, they would think that their sea of soul had already dried up, so when they unexpectedly discovered that oasis, the feeling of being moved in their hearts would be even greater, just like Xi Guican.
Cold topics were indeed cold. Each new work would only appear on the square for a minute. In that minute, there would be dozens of DJs for hot topics, but He Ruge’s “The Ugly Duckling” only had one DJ.
One DJ contributed by himself.
He Ruge didn’t care much. He originally started writing as a newcomer, typing tens of thousands of words by himself. However, Xi Guican’s expression looked somewhat unpleasant, his small tiger teeth rubbing against each other, as if he was challenging himself.
Throughout the entire process, Xi Guican’s inner thoughts shifted from “Such a beautiful voice, I want to keep it to myself and not let anyone else hear it,” to, “How could you dare not listen to such a beautiful voice?”
Seeing Xi Guican’s pouting expression, He Ruge couldn’t help but imagine the fierce look of a little white tiger cub.
He chuckled helplessly, “Why are you so angry? I don’t rely on this for a living. Let me find your novel website.”
The online novel industry on StarNet was as cold as the Arctic Circle. He Ruge clicked into the largest literary website, where military themes remained the most popular.
Most authors were soldiers who had participated in Star Wars, recording their firsthand experiences. The serious tone and heavy content of their works made He Ruge feel out of place.
What was even more surprising was that He Ruge actually saw comments in the comment section expressing a desire to read Marshal Xi’s autobiography.
Could this Marshal Xi be…
He Ruge slowly raised his head and looked at Xi Guican beside him. Xi Guican frowned, saying, “I hate writing. I’ll never write an autobiography in my life.”
He Ruge: “…!”
The key point is, you’re actually a marshal, sweetheart, and you never told Dad.
In addition to military themes, there were other novel genres such as history, miscellaneous records, travelogues, and romance.
He Ruge clicked into the romance genre and saw incredibly realistic love stories. Novels about divorce, fighting for child custody, and marital property division were the most popular among divorce-themed novels.
Next, the most popular were stories written by experts in flirting, sharing their experiences in seducing men. Among them, the one with the most comments was a high-level green tea sharing a flirting guide, written in the first-person narrative, which was suffocatingly intense.
The comment section was extremely lively, with some insulting the author, while others admired the author’s high-level skills in flirting. The most intense arguments ended with everyone deciding on a location for a showdown and then all of them going to the hospital together.
After reading through all the comments, someone praised the author, saying that they truly deserved to be called the master of flirting, as even writing a story could make readers live and die for them.
Of course, there were also stories depicting tragic love, which He Ruge had read before. Written in the third person, the writing was not bad, but the plot was cliché.
Oh, although it seemed cliché to He Ruge, for readers in the interstellar world, such plots were considered innovative. However, they were too heart-wrenching and emotionally exhausting. After reading them, people would feel the urge to take up arms in anger.
Everyone praised the author, believing that only a delicate and fragile person could write such a finely detailed work.
If all online novels were of this style, He Ruge thought he might understand why online literature froze into the Arctic Circle in the interstellar world.
He, He Ruge, was soon to become a man leading the trend of online literature in the interstellar world!
Just as He Ruge was filled with heroic aspirations, thinking he was about to write a masterpiece for the ages, the delivery finally arrived.
He Ruge excitedly tore open the huge animal-shaped pajamas, choosing the sheep-shaped one to hand to Xi Guican. Xi Guican also excitedly opened the bear-shaped pajamas to hand to He Ruge. When both sides saw the pajamas they were supposed to wear, their smiles couldn’t help but waver.
Xi Guican took the pajamas and sneaked into the bathroom to change clothes. He triple-checked when closing the bathroom door, making sure it was securely closed. After confirming, Xi Guican transformed into his animal form.
A slightly bald, not-so-fierce-looking big white tiger appeared in the bathroom. He solemnly inspected the bald spots on his body, even checking the hair around his… uh, sensitive areas.
Bald spots were really ugly.
Xi Guican thought somewhat despairingly. After seeing his bald self, he looked at the sheep pajamas in his hand with a hint of appreciation. After all, having so much hair was quite impressive.
With the help of the robot, Xi Guican put on the heavy sheep pajamas. His first feeling was heat, and the second feeling was stuffiness. It was summer now, and wearing such thick pajamas to sleep would definitely make one sweat to death.
However, between sweating to death and being suffocated by heat, Xi Guican decisively chose to sweat to death. He walked out of the bathroom in his wool coat, taking steady steps. He saw He Ruge sitting cross-legged on the bed, playing with the New Light Brain affectionately.
He Ruge didn’t wear the bear hat, and his face looked particularly small against the chubby pajamas. Because his waist was too slim, he couldn’t fill out the white bear belly, making the little bear look like it was starving.
One would want to feed him some honey. Maybe it was too hot, He Ruge grabbed the fabric in front of his chest and shook it, trying to shake out the heat inside the clothes.
Xi Guican briskly walked over, took a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from He Ruge’s body, and then casually sat down.
He Ruge looked up and saw a sheep with a tiger head. This big sheep had two tails, one short sheep tail, and the other long tiger tail. He also had eight paws, with four sheep hooves hanging on tiger claws.
He Ruge was amused by Xi Guican’s appearance. He had just figured out the camera function on the New Light Brain and immediately took a picture of this tiger-headed sheep.
“Darling, you’re so cute,” He Ruge said as he happily set the picture as his desktop background.
“But it’s too hot to wear this fluffy pajama in this weather. Shall we change out of them?”
He Ruge not only bought the bear pajamas but also a cool set of pajamas.
Xi Guican calmly shook his head.
“You can change if you want, but I’m not afraid of the heat.”
“Really?”
He Ruge touched the thick layer of wool. Although it wasn’t on his body, just looking at it made He Ruge feel like he was going to sweat.
“Really,” Xi Guican lied without blinking.
The innocent He Ruge believed him.
Perhaps fluffy animals weren’t afraid of heat.
He Ruge asked Xi Guican to turn around, and he changed into a thin pair of pajamas. They both lay on the luxurious bed, ready to sleep.
It was now past two in the morning. For someone like He Ruge, who rarely stayed up late, lying on the pillow at this time would make him fall asleep immediately. He grabbed the sheep pajamas on Xi Guican and quickly fell asleep.
Xi Guican, who was completely unable to sleep due to the heat, carefully moved his body, feeling the fur slipping away from his hand. He Ruge, who was sleeping, furrowed his brows, and his other hand subconsciously grabbed onto Xi Guican’s wool.
Xi Guican: “…”
If he continued to grab, he might end up with a roasted whole sheep, no, a roasted whole tiger.
He transformed into his human form, crawled out of the huge sheep pajamas, and quietly got out of bed to go to the bathroom. In this bleak midnight, Xi Guican threw the hair growth medicine packet into the bathtub without any joy.
Before soaking in the hair growth bath, Xi Guican contacted the Hair Association again, cruelly shattering the dreams of the medicine-seeking mouse once more.
“Marshal Xi, is there something wrong?”
Seeing Xi Guican’s gloomy expression, the medicine-seeking mouse dared not even take a breath.
“Is there a way to cure baldness?” Xi Guican got straight to the point.
“…There probably isn’t.”
The searching-for-medicine mouse wiped his sweat, “The hair growth medicine packet I gave you is the fastest-acting formula I know. As long as you soak for more than a month, the effect will be significant.”
Xi Guican asked with a cold face, “Can you perform hair transplants?”
He had thought it over. It would take more than ten days for the fur to grow back completely, and the risk during the bald period of more than ten days was too high. It would be better to just get a hair transplant. Money was not a problem; as long as he had hair, everything would be fine.
“Eh? Although I can’t, I have a friend who can. Shall I give you his contact information?”
The searching-for-medicine mouse said nervously.
“Okay.”
Xi Guican hung up the communication and transformed back to his original form, soaking in the hair growth bath. After chatting with the friend introduced by the medicine-seeking mouse and hastily arranging the hair transplant surgery date, Xi Guican breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened the live streaming platform, entered He Ruge’s live broadcast room, and saw the number of views still the same. The big bald tiger was a little unhappy.
Late nights always made people impulsive. Xi Guican, who was already in a bad mood from soaking in the hair growth bath, became more and more unhappy as he thought about it. He couldn’t understand why everyone was ignoring He Ruge, this shining diamond.
So, he angrily used his account with three hundred billion followers to like and share He Ruge’s works, and he even wrote a thousand-word rainbow fart.
Then, his fans exploded.
At three in the morning.
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