Chapter 91- Singing a Lullaby
He Ruge had little inspiration in his singing, just enough to sing a song within three minutes. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to sing, flipping through the book absentmindedly.
When his gaze fell unintentionally on the name of his chosen live broadcast room, “Lull You to Sleep,” He Ruge suddenly felt inspired.
Choosing this name initially was just right, as it was in the early hours of the morning, suitable for everyone to sleep under the covers.
Plus, after seeing the brutal scenes of Star Wars playing on the Star Network, he always felt that reality was already so cruel, it’s better to have a comfortable dream after a good sleep. Waking up from a deep slumber would bring peace and tranquility, like a serene river flowing.
In the live broadcast, a young man sat at his desk, with slightly lowered black eyes, his gaze gentle. He wore a white silk-like shirt, and this delicate fabric always conveyed a sense of elegance and softness.
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His long, snow-white fingers rested on the black leather surface of the book. As his fingers flipped through the pages, the loose cuffs swayed slightly, and the delicate wrists and soft fabric swayed with a noble beauty.
It was a unique beauty.
If such a beautiful person lay on a bed, with a soft waist and eyes as dark as sheep fat jade, one would think of a softly glowing sheep fat jade bottle.
But as he sat at the desk, holding the book, with stunning looks and soft lines, he exuded a combination of a scholarly and noble temperament. The feeling brought about by the different scenes was entirely different. Such a precious beauty could only be admired from afar; it felt like even taking one breath too many would be a disturbance.
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Then he began to sing.
How beautiful, ethereal, and gentle was this voice?
It was as if someone stood singing high, high in the sky, bathed in sunlight, piercing through the clouds, sprinkling under the beam of light, the healing voice flowed into the sea, gently reaching your ears —
And the world quieted down.
Shui Xirui was a flower-hat jellyfish from the eastern hemisphere of the Sixteen Stars. In the life and death moments of the advancing Star Wars frontline, the sea where she resided was known as one of the last havens of the Sixteen Stars, with three giant underwater cities.
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Among them, the most heavily guarded underwater city was called “Whale’s Descent.” This city, named Whale’s Descent, was made up of a thousand giant simulated whale fortresses, each housing a hundred thousand juveniles.
After two years of Star Wars, two billion juveniles had already been relocated. Besides the staggering cost of opening up interstellar passages, the destination of the juveniles was also a severe issue. Currently, there were still over two hundred million juveniles awaiting relocation.
The task of relocating them was becoming urgent. The juveniles in the Whale’s Descent, where Shui Xirui was, were the latest batch to be relocated.
In another half month, these juveniles would board the cosmic ship and be sent to another distant planet.
They were still so young, not even taking on humanoid forms yet, but they had lost their parents and were about to leave their planetary mother.
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As a teacher in the land class of the Blue Whale Orphanage in the Whale’s Descent City, Shui Xirui didn’t initially like the land students in this class. They came from the western hemisphere, unlike the aquatic juveniles from the eastern hemisphere. The juveniles from the western hemisphere were sensitive and irritable; they always scratched or even bit Shui Xirui’s hands.
Being a jellyfish with thin skin and much water, Shui Xirui had not removed the bandages from her arms during the month she spent with these juveniles.
The juveniles in this class all had some psychological disorders, having witnessed the deaths of insects and their loved ones. The immense stimuli had made them more aggressive, with tendencies towards autism and depression. That was also why they were arranged for relocation early.
A month of interaction didn’t completely dispel these juveniles’ wariness towards Shui Xirui. However, the occasional glimpse of vulnerability from the juveniles conquered her. Learning that she would only have another half month with the juveniles, Shui Xirui couldn’t help but cry.
After crying in the office once today, she wiped her tears and prepared to teach the juveniles. Even though they would leave in half a month, basic literacy and math couldn’t be neglected.
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For the extracurricular reading of this literacy class, Shui Xirui chose “The Ugly Duckling,” which had become popular on the Star Network last night. The story was simple, not too long, but incredibly exciting. What was even more valuable was the gentle and soothing voice of the reader, which had a healing power to cleanse the soul.
Sure enough, when Shui Xirui played the audio in class, all the juveniles perked up, attentively listening to the young man’s gentle voice.
When the story reached its end, with the ugly duckling finally turning into a beautiful swan, the juveniles all wore expressions of lingering interest.
Shui Xirui tentatively asked, “Do you kids want to hear more stories? This gentleman will be live streaming at six o’clock tonight. If you want to listen, the teacher can let you watch the live stream for an hour.”
The juveniles looked at each other, seeing the same desire in each other’s eyes, before nodding slightly.
So, at six o’clock in the evening, each juvenile sat quietly on their small beds, watching the giant screen floating in the air.
Everyone saw the whole process from feet to face when the camera first appeared in the live stream. Shui Xirui looked puzzled at first. Why did she feel a sense of guilt for corrupting the country’s flowers?
But when that face appeared, Shui Xirui’s mind went blank, with no other thoughts.
“It’s handsome,” Shui Xirui heard two little hedgehogs whispering to each other.
Actually, the juveniles were quite particular about appearances. They would bluntly comment on the appearance of their teachers, like this teacher being fat or that teacher being ugly.
The first week Shui Xirui spent with the land class was the most difficult. Almost every juvenile ignored her, especially a little hedgehog named Huahua. Huahua liked to open the classroom door during class and run out to the corridor to pick flowers from the potted plants, then stick the perfectly fine flowers onto its spines.
At first, Shui Xirui gave this little hedgehog named Huahua a code name, “Flower Destroyer.”
Every time Huahua ran out, Shui Xirui had to pause the class and go call him back. Once, Shui Xirui got really angry and wanted to grab Huahua to punish him. She managed to grab Huahua’s hand, but unexpectedly, Huahua turned around, letting Shui Xirui grab a handful of spines, and her hand was covered in blood.
At that moment, Shui Xirui burst into tears. She was still a young girl, just graduated, pampered by her family like a little princess, never having suffered any hardships. Not only was her skin thin, but her face was also thin. She squatted in the corner, crying in grievance.
Huahua’s twin brother, A Lu, held a small handkerchief in one hand and pulled his brother with the other. He dragged Huahua to the corner and whispered, “You stand here and don’t move.”
Then he quietly held Shui Xirui’s hand and wrapped the bleeding wound with the handkerchief. Holding the teacher who was still crying, A Lu led Shui Xirui to the podium table, solemnly saying like a little adult, “Teacher Shui, don’t cry. I don’t have extra handkerchiefs to wipe your tears.”
After that, Huahua never ran out of the classroom during class again.
Now, Huahua whispered softly to his brother A Lu in the neighboring bed, “It’s good-looking.”
Huahua was a little hedgehog who had his own aesthetic sense since childhood. Among the flowers destroyed by Flower Destroyer, he praised only the most beautiful one. To receive his “good-looking” evaluation was quite an achievement.
A Lu nodded in agreement.
For better viewing, Shui Xirui chose the live broadcast without barrage. The juveniles listened quietly to the story. When He Ruge stopped the broadcast to eat, many juveniles sighed regretfully.
Shui Xirui couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter. She worked hard to teach, and every time the bell rang, the juveniles were relieved, showing no reluctance for her departure. However, now all the juveniles were reluctant to leave “Ruge,” the broadcaster.
Although this broadcaster was indeed good-looking and had a nice voice, she also liked him very much, but once compared, the contrast was significant.
When the broadcast resumed, it was already 8 o’clock in the evening. Shui Xirui said with a straight face, “Watch for another ten minutes, then it’s time to go to bed under the covers.”
Silence was their silent refusal.
Shui Xirui started to worry about how the juveniles would resist when she forcibly ended the broadcast later.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mom’s hands gently rocking you.”
“There’s a cradle rocking you, quickly fall asleep.” A little black bear lay on the bed, with a blank expression, as if lost in thought.
“At night, it’s quiet, and it’s warm inside the blanket.” Huahua and A Lu stopped their whispering and stared blankly at the screen.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, dad’s arms will always protect you.”
More and more juveniles curled up in their blankets, drowsiness overwhelming them, causing their eyelids to fight each other.
“All in the world, wishes of happiness, all warmth, belong to you.”
Shui Xirui turned off the light gently, and the serene darkness was like a soft blanket, covering the restless souls in their fragile bodies.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mom loves you, mom likes you, a bunch of lilies, a bunch of roses, when you wake up, mom will give them all to you.”
That night, the pillows of the juveniles were wet with silent tears, as they remembered their parents in their dreams.
After the lullaby finished, the high-frequency words in the barrage were “mom and dad”:
“No matter how mature a man is, there’s always a little boy living in his heart. I don’t know why, but now when I look at Ruge, I think of my mom.”
“The male god combines the brilliance of fatherhood and motherhood miraculously. So gentle, I really want to ask the male god for a hug.”
“I’m actually feeling sleepy?! No, it’s only eight o’clock now, the night is just beginning!”
“I miss my mom and dad. It’s been a long time since I slept between my mom and dad.”
“Dad, do you still need a son? A son who has gone to college and knows how to warm the bed!”
“I feel healed… Today, I encountered many unhappy things. I even thought about committing suicide, fortunately, I didn’t act impulsively, otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen Ruge, who is so good-looking, and heard such a nice voice.”
He Ruge: “???”
No, I just want to be the daddy of all cuties.
And the one who said I’m like a mom, that’s going too far.
Xi Guican: “???”
Someone actually wants to compete with me for parental love?!
At the same time, Shui Xirui sent a long private message, ending with: “… The juveniles all love your singing. They hope you can livestream every day to lull them to sleep.”
However, this private message was drowned in the mailbox and would probably take a long time to be viewed.
Chapter 91- Singing a Lullaby
He Ruge had little inspiration in his singing, just enough to sing a song within three minutes. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to sing, flipping through the book absentmindedly.
When his gaze fell unintentionally on the name of his chosen live broadcast room, “Lull You to Sleep,” He Ruge suddenly felt inspired.
Choosing this name initially was just right, as it was in the early hours of the morning, suitable for everyone to sleep under the covers.
Plus, after seeing the brutal scenes of Star Wars playing on the Star Network, he always felt that reality was already so cruel, it’s better to have a comfortable dream after a good sleep. Waking up from a deep slumber would bring peace and tranquility, like a serene river flowing.
In the live broadcast, a young man sat at his desk, with slightly lowered black eyes, his gaze gentle. He wore a white silk-like shirt, and this delicate fabric always conveyed a sense of elegance and softness.
Advertisement
His long, snow-white fingers rested on the black leather surface of the book. As his fingers flipped through the pages, the loose cuffs swayed slightly, and the delicate wrists and soft fabric swayed with a noble beauty.
It was a unique beauty.
If such a beautiful person lay on a bed, with a soft waist and eyes as dark as sheep fat jade, one would think of a softly glowing sheep fat jade bottle.
But as he sat at the desk, holding the book, with stunning looks and soft lines, he exuded a combination of a scholarly and noble temperament. The feeling brought about by the different scenes was entirely different. Such a precious beauty could only be admired from afar; it felt like even taking one breath too many would be a disturbance.
Advertisement
Then he began to sing.
How beautiful, ethereal, and gentle was this voice?
It was as if someone stood singing high, high in the sky, bathed in sunlight, piercing through the clouds, sprinkling under the beam of light, the healing voice flowed into the sea, gently reaching your ears —
And the world quieted down.
Shui Xirui was a flower-hat jellyfish from the eastern hemisphere of the Sixteen Stars. In the life and death moments of the advancing Star Wars frontline, the sea where she resided was known as one of the last havens of the Sixteen Stars, with three giant underwater cities.
Advertisement
Among them, the most heavily guarded underwater city was called “Whale’s Descent.” This city, named Whale’s Descent, was made up of a thousand giant simulated whale fortresses, each housing a hundred thousand juveniles.
After two years of Star Wars, two billion juveniles had already been relocated. Besides the staggering cost of opening up interstellar passages, the destination of the juveniles was also a severe issue. Currently, there were still over two hundred million juveniles awaiting relocation.
The task of relocating them was becoming urgent. The juveniles in the Whale’s Descent, where Shui Xirui was, were the latest batch to be relocated.
In another half month, these juveniles would board the cosmic ship and be sent to another distant planet.
They were still so young, not even taking on humanoid forms yet, but they had lost their parents and were about to leave their planetary mother.
Advertisement
As a teacher in the land class of the Blue Whale Orphanage in the Whale’s Descent City, Shui Xirui didn’t initially like the land students in this class. They came from the western hemisphere, unlike the aquatic juveniles from the eastern hemisphere. The juveniles from the western hemisphere were sensitive and irritable; they always scratched or even bit Shui Xirui’s hands.
Being a jellyfish with thin skin and much water, Shui Xirui had not removed the bandages from her arms during the month she spent with these juveniles.
The juveniles in this class all had some psychological disorders, having witnessed the deaths of insects and their loved ones. The immense stimuli had made them more aggressive, with tendencies towards autism and depression. That was also why they were arranged for relocation early.
A month of interaction didn’t completely dispel these juveniles’ wariness towards Shui Xirui. However, the occasional glimpse of vulnerability from the juveniles conquered her. Learning that she would only have another half month with the juveniles, Shui Xirui couldn’t help but cry.
After crying in the office once today, she wiped her tears and prepared to teach the juveniles. Even though they would leave in half a month, basic literacy and math couldn’t be neglected.
Advertisement
For the extracurricular reading of this literacy class, Shui Xirui chose “The Ugly Duckling,” which had become popular on the Star Network last night. The story was simple, not too long, but incredibly exciting. What was even more valuable was the gentle and soothing voice of the reader, which had a healing power to cleanse the soul.
Sure enough, when Shui Xirui played the audio in class, all the juveniles perked up, attentively listening to the young man’s gentle voice.
When the story reached its end, with the ugly duckling finally turning into a beautiful swan, the juveniles all wore expressions of lingering interest.
Shui Xirui tentatively asked, “Do you kids want to hear more stories? This gentleman will be live streaming at six o’clock tonight. If you want to listen, the teacher can let you watch the live stream for an hour.”
The juveniles looked at each other, seeing the same desire in each other’s eyes, before nodding slightly.
So, at six o’clock in the evening, each juvenile sat quietly on their small beds, watching the giant screen floating in the air.
Everyone saw the whole process from feet to face when the camera first appeared in the live stream. Shui Xirui looked puzzled at first. Why did she feel a sense of guilt for corrupting the country’s flowers?
But when that face appeared, Shui Xirui’s mind went blank, with no other thoughts.
“It’s handsome,” Shui Xirui heard two little hedgehogs whispering to each other.
Actually, the juveniles were quite particular about appearances. They would bluntly comment on the appearance of their teachers, like this teacher being fat or that teacher being ugly.
The first week Shui Xirui spent with the land class was the most difficult. Almost every juvenile ignored her, especially a little hedgehog named Huahua. Huahua liked to open the classroom door during class and run out to the corridor to pick flowers from the potted plants, then stick the perfectly fine flowers onto its spines.
At first, Shui Xirui gave this little hedgehog named Huahua a code name, “Flower Destroyer.”
Every time Huahua ran out, Shui Xirui had to pause the class and go call him back. Once, Shui Xirui got really angry and wanted to grab Huahua to punish him. She managed to grab Huahua’s hand, but unexpectedly, Huahua turned around, letting Shui Xirui grab a handful of spines, and her hand was covered in blood.
At that moment, Shui Xirui burst into tears. She was still a young girl, just graduated, pampered by her family like a little princess, never having suffered any hardships. Not only was her skin thin, but her face was also thin. She squatted in the corner, crying in grievance.
Huahua’s twin brother, A Lu, held a small handkerchief in one hand and pulled his brother with the other. He dragged Huahua to the corner and whispered, “You stand here and don’t move.”
Then he quietly held Shui Xirui’s hand and wrapped the bleeding wound with the handkerchief. Holding the teacher who was still crying, A Lu led Shui Xirui to the podium table, solemnly saying like a little adult, “Teacher Shui, don’t cry. I don’t have extra handkerchiefs to wipe your tears.”
After that, Huahua never ran out of the classroom during class again.
Now, Huahua whispered softly to his brother A Lu in the neighboring bed, “It’s good-looking.”
Huahua was a little hedgehog who had his own aesthetic sense since childhood. Among the flowers destroyed by Flower Destroyer, he praised only the most beautiful one. To receive his “good-looking” evaluation was quite an achievement.
A Lu nodded in agreement.
For better viewing, Shui Xirui chose the live broadcast without barrage. The juveniles listened quietly to the story. When He Ruge stopped the broadcast to eat, many juveniles sighed regretfully.
Shui Xirui couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter. She worked hard to teach, and every time the bell rang, the juveniles were relieved, showing no reluctance for her departure. However, now all the juveniles were reluctant to leave “Ruge,” the broadcaster.
Although this broadcaster was indeed good-looking and had a nice voice, she also liked him very much, but once compared, the contrast was significant.
When the broadcast resumed, it was already 8 o’clock in the evening. Shui Xirui said with a straight face, “Watch for another ten minutes, then it’s time to go to bed under the covers.”
Silence was their silent refusal.
Shui Xirui started to worry about how the juveniles would resist when she forcibly ended the broadcast later.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mom’s hands gently rocking you.”
“There’s a cradle rocking you, quickly fall asleep.” A little black bear lay on the bed, with a blank expression, as if lost in thought.
“At night, it’s quiet, and it’s warm inside the blanket.” Huahua and A Lu stopped their whispering and stared blankly at the screen.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, dad’s arms will always protect you.”
More and more juveniles curled up in their blankets, drowsiness overwhelming them, causing their eyelids to fight each other.
“All in the world, wishes of happiness, all warmth, belong to you.”
Shui Xirui turned off the light gently, and the serene darkness was like a soft blanket, covering the restless souls in their fragile bodies.
“Sleep, sleep, my dear baby, mom loves you, mom likes you, a bunch of lilies, a bunch of roses, when you wake up, mom will give them all to you.”
That night, the pillows of the juveniles were wet with silent tears, as they remembered their parents in their dreams.
After the lullaby finished, the high-frequency words in the barrage were “mom and dad”:
“No matter how mature a man is, there’s always a little boy living in his heart. I don’t know why, but now when I look at Ruge, I think of my mom.”
“The male god combines the brilliance of fatherhood and motherhood miraculously. So gentle, I really want to ask the male god for a hug.”
“I’m actually feeling sleepy?! No, it’s only eight o’clock now, the night is just beginning!”
“I miss my mom and dad. It’s been a long time since I slept between my mom and dad.”
“Dad, do you still need a son? A son who has gone to college and knows how to warm the bed!”
“I feel healed… Today, I encountered many unhappy things. I even thought about committing suicide, fortunately, I didn’t act impulsively, otherwise, I wouldn’t have seen Ruge, who is so good-looking, and heard such a nice voice.”
He Ruge: “???”
No, I just want to be the daddy of all cuties.
And the one who said I’m like a mom, that’s going too far.
Xi Guican: “???”
Someone actually wants to compete with me for parental love?!
At the same time, Shui Xirui sent a long private message, ending with: “… The juveniles all love your singing. They hope you can livestream every day to lull them to sleep.”
However, this private message was drowned in the mailbox and would probably take a long time to be viewed.
