Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter

Chapter 68: Natal J God 3

J was a god, and everyone knew him. He was a famous healing master in the country.

He had started his career as a harp player. He only streamed once a week for 20 minutes. He did not show his face, nor did he do any marketing. He was terrifyingly low-key.

Everyone only knew that he was a man, but they did not know what he looked like or what his name was.

The harp he played had the power to heal people’s hearts. It was very suitable for people who were stressed or depressed.

In her previous life, after Fu Pei’s death, Fu Ting had to listen to the J God Harp to feel better during her saddest period.

J-god’s fortune-telling was her life. Every time J-god started broadcasting, she would watch it. However, she only followed the sound of the piano, not the person.

The development of the Internet was still very slow, unlike the various video software in the future, which could only be broadcast live on YY.

The picture quality was not clear enough, but it did not prevent Fu Ting from enjoying it.

When she entered the live broadcast room, the time was just right.

J-god’s location was different every time. This time, it seemed to be in a hotel room.

The man was wearing black pants and was sitting on a tall stool. His legs were slouched over his shoulders and he was holding a harp in his hand. He was in a rather casual posture.

In the dimly lit environment, his slender figure was reflected on the pitch-black floor.

Even if she didn’t show her face, she still gave off a charming feeling, making one unable to help but become addicted to looking at her.

He didn’t even make an opening remark and started playing directly.

The sound of the zither was low and elegant, like gurgling water, flowing along the eardrums and into the heart. It was extremely pleasant to hear.

Fu Ting was lost in her thoughts. Her eyes couldn’t help but fall on the harp. The only thing that could be seen clearly was that pair of extremely beautiful hands.

It was a hand that was even more exquisite than a woman’s.

Her nails were very neat, showing a flawless crescent white. As she played the zither, her joints protruded clearly, and her fingers were well-proportioned and slender. Below her index finger, there was a red dot, embellishing a hazy intoxication.

She was like a fine piece of jade that she wished she could rub in her hands.

There were no bullet comments yet, and the fans were flooding the comments section like crazy.

[Brother, I love your hand. Let me kiss you from afar.]

[Although I don’t have a face, it doesn’t stop me from licking the screen.]

[I’ll die without regrets if I can touch this hand.]

Even though J-god kept a low profile, his talent still made him popular and had a very strong fan base.

Many entertainment companies wanted to rope him in, but they couldn’t even get any information about him.

Twenty minutes had passed. One point was not too much, and one point was not too little. J-god put down the harp in his hand. Before he turned off the live broadcast, he raised his finger slightly and made an end gesture.

Immediately after.

His low and pleasant voice was like the warm sun. His tone was a little low and slightly hoarse, making one’s heart tingle.” That’s all for today.””

Fu Ting thought for a while and sent a private message to J-god that she had never had the chance to send.[Thank you for playing the piano, brother.]

She didn’t expect J-god to see it, but before she turned off the computer, J-god replied with a small emoji of touching her head.

(*￣3￣)╭♡

Fu Ting’s eyes curved into crescents. Was this considered a successful star-chaser?

*

The next day, Fu Ting went back to school for classes and used the night time to write.

Three days later, the novel was successfully signed. It started to be a 10,000-word serial on the Internet every day. Every day was very busy.

Fu Pei felt that Fu Ting had been doing bad things behind his back recently.

He had entered her room several times under the pretext of looking for something. Seeing her hugging the computer and playing happily, he could not help but darken his eyes.

He walked forward and pinched the little girl’s cheeks that had some baby fat.” Fu Ting, you have to stop playing on the computer. Otherwise, I’ll take it back.””

Fu Ting looked at him with a smile.” Dad, what’s your dream?”

Fu Pei was stunned.