Superstars of Tomorrow

The so-called black street is only after the development of science and technology and the higher and higher buildings, the sunlight is blocked in a large area in the densely populated places, so that in some narrow streets at the bottom of the building, most of the day is dark, so it is called It is called "Black Street".

Where Fang Zhao lives now, the surrounding area is full of unified buildings with more than 100 floors. There will be some narrow "gaps" between the buildings, and below those gaps is what people call "black streets". Therefore, people living on the "black street" are also called "people living in the cracks", another name for the bottom class.

The conditions in Heijie are not good, apart from rarely seeing sunlight, it is a chaotic environment.

The original owner moved out of the school after signing the contract with the company. There was no one else to disturb the creation, and the confidentiality was good. However, the funds at hand were limited, so he could only rent this kind of container-style house in Heijie. The original owner also thought about exchanging the results of his hard work for salary and then moving out of here, but unfortunately...before the results were handed over to the company, they were stolen by a trusted friend.

The original owner has four friends who grew up together, Zeng Huang, Zeng Huang's fiancée Wan Yue, Fang Sheng, and the original owner's ex-girlfriend Xi Hong.

The five of them grew up together and lived in the same building when they were young. Unfortunately, when they were in middle school, the building where their family lived exploded due to an accident. Less than one percent of the people in the whole building survived. Only they Those who lived in the school survived.

The government paid a lot of compensation for the accident, and the welfare policy was also good. The compensation was enough for them to finish college without worrying about food and clothing. The five of them were alumni from elementary school to middle school, and came to Qi'an City together when they were in college. Although they were in different schools, they still had connections, but the relationship between the five was not as close as it was when they were young.

After the end of the world, a global alliance was established to unify the whole, regardless of country.

The twelve continents of the alliance are divided into eight continents and special four continents.

The place where Fang Zhao is now is the political and financial center of Yanzhou, one of the eight continents, and the seat of the state government - Qi'an City.

The original owner of the body had the best grades among the five, and was admitted to the best music academy in Yanzhou - Qi'an Music Academy.

Since the beginning of the new century, among the 100 most influential composers in Yanzhou, nearly half have come from the composition department of Yanzhou Conservatory of Music, and many of them have extremely high influence in the world. Dream schools.

Most of the students who graduated from the composition department were signed by entertainment companies before graduation. The original owner was also half a year away from graduation, and was picked up by Silver Wing Media, one of the three major entertainment companies in Yanzhou, and signed a half-year internship contract.

In the past six months, the original owner studied at Silver Wing Media for the first three months, helping the seniors there to run errands and attend training courses arranged by the company, and the last three months were for Silver Wing Media to prepare for the Music Rookie Competition. The performance in the next three months will directly determine whether they can continue to stay in Silver Wing Media as full-time employees, and will affect their subsequent development. Silver Wing Media will arrange resources according to their "results" in the rookie competition.

However, the hard work of the original owner for the rookie competition was stolen by Fang Sheng.

Fang Sheng, the original owner had the same surname and was somewhat distantly related. He had always been a good brother and partner of the original owner. At the most critical moment, he stabbed the original owner from the back, causing the original owner to commit suicide due to the blow and pressure.

Stop searching the memory, Fang Zhao noticed that the outside has gradually become lively, and there are voices all around. This room is on the second floor, and the first floor directly below is a slightly larger store, and there are noises of opening doors and moving things downstairs. Someone in the building opposite opened the window and looked out.

Although the surroundings were still relatively dark, Fang Zhao looked at the street as if admiring a rare work of art.

From the end of the world to the present, the changes are too great, making Fang Zhao strange and novel.

This is the new world!

After the end of the world, which is what people today call the "Era of Destruction", the real prosperous age is ushered in!

Those old friends who used to be, if they survive to the end, they must be very happy. The war that lasted for a hundred years and the lives of billions of people finally brought about the prosperity that everyone wished for.

The noise and darkness should have made people irritated, but at this time, Fang Zhao felt infinite vitality. The world he had longed for had come again!

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Fang Zhao greedily felt the breath of the new world after the end of the world.

The inspiration for creation is rampant in the brain, as if it wants to rush out. The blood seemed to soar to a temperature that was about to boil and evaporate, and every fine hair was trembling with excitement.

not enough……

If you want to create a successful creation, now this inspiration is not enough!

The noise outside became louder, and the window was a little brighter than before, and the change was still intensifying.

Not remembering anymore, Fang Zhao locked the window. According to the memory of the body itself left in his brain, Fang Zhao knew that the busiest day and the most precious time in the Black Street were coming.

Sweeping across the room, he stayed on the bracelet on the bedside table for two seconds. Fang Zhao quickly walked over, picked up the bracelet and put it on his left wrist. This is something that more than 90% of people in the New World have. It belongs to the category of personal terminals.

Currency is widely used in virtual form, so Fang Zhao must bring it with him if he wants to buy something. At the same time, it is also the key to the house.

After fastening the bracelet, Fang Zhao stopped at the door, turned around and went back, picked up the stray dog ​​that was lying there eagerly looking at him, and took them out together.

When he went out, Fang Zhao found that many people were walking towards the first floor like him. This building was like a beehive, with many residents living there, and most of them were like Fang Zhao, living in poverty. Being able to nest in such a cramped little place where you can't see the sun most of the day.

In the crowded area of ​​high-rise buildings, even in the daytime, the street at the bottom is dark most of the time. People with some funds will live in high places, and people always yearn for bright places.

And those who can't live in better high-rise buildings and are inconvenient to travel, turn their attention to noon every day, which is the only time of the day when Heijie can have short-term sunlight.

The people who ran down the stairs just glanced at Fang Zhao in a hurry, and then walked past him. They only had a little impression of Fang Zhao, they were not familiar with him, and they didn't bother to say hello.

A few people glanced curiously at Fang Zhao when he was still holding a dog, but Fang Zhao didn't mind, he looked up and smiled.

There was obvious surprise on the other side, probably wondering that this usually gloomy young man would laugh!

Most of the people who come to the street to bask in the sun at this time are older, and the old men and women with white hair and hobbled feet who come out of the elevator are the majority.

When he walked out of the corridor, Fang Zhao found that there were already many people on the street. Large vehicles have other passages, so on the dark street on the ground, there are basically no vehicles coming and going, and it is very deserted most of the day, except now.

As the sun gradually rises, the sun shines on the residents on the lower floors of the Tongjian building. Some people who have not come to the street will open their windows to enjoy the precious sunshine of the day.

Fang Zhao didn't rush to take up space, but walked into the shop on the first floor. He was very hungry now, and he would wait until he was full to talk about other things.

Because of the end of the world, in the new century, the newly established planetary government did not restrict guns at the beginning, fearing that there would be another war of annihilating the world. If it is so unlucky, everyone can take part in the war at any time with a weapon. But then the situation gradually got out of control, guns were flooded, turmoil was frequent, several continents had changed leaders, and the planetary government was almost overthrown, so guns began to be restricted. Especially in the past hundred years, gun restrictions have been extremely strict, and ordinary people cannot own guns.

As for the owner of the store downstairs, Yue Qing, he is a veteran and one of the few people on this black street who can legally own guns. It is also the main reason why this store can operate safely on the black street.

When Fang Zhao walked into the store, Yue Qing, who was yawning, looked at Fang Zhao curiously. He remembered that yesterday, this kid looked like he was going to kill himself and couldn't listen to anything. There will be another suicide incident, but I didn't expect it to appear here again today.

Yue Qing glanced over the dog that Fang Zhao was holding. That's right, it was the kid from yesterday. He saw this kid pick up the stray dog ​​last night. The few gangsters who came to his store to buy things yesterday saw them and made a bet, betting on what the boy would do with the dog, whether to bury it with himself, or kill the dog to eat. Now it seems, all wrong.

Fang Zhao noticed Yue Qing's sizing up, but this kind of sizing up was just out of curiosity and did not carry any other malice, so Fang Zhao ignored it and chose the most affordable thing according to his memory - a three-thumb long seal Small strip, don't underestimate it, it weighs like iron in your hand. Low-end compressed food.

Yue Qing withdrew his scrutiny and glanced at Fang Zhao's things, "It's nine yuan in total. Unzip it?"

The so-called decompression is to decompress compressed food, so that these compressed lumps can be directly eaten.

"Solution. Have another cup of tea," Fang Zhao said.

"50 cents for decompression, 50 cents for tea, a total of ten yuan." Yue Qing unpacked the three compressed foods and put them into the decompressor. After about ten seconds, he took out the plate inside. There were three twenty yuan on it. Something like a steamed cake that was seven or eight centimeters long and steaming.

"Take it away?" Yue Qing asked.

"No, just eat here." Fang Zhao took the plate and asked Yue Qing, "Boss Yue, can you move the chair out?"

"Don't move too far." Yue Qing replied without raising his head. He wasn't afraid that this kid would steal the chairs in his shop, there were really few people on this street who dared to steal from his shop.

Fang Zhao put the dog not far from the store entrance, and moved a chair from the store to sit on it.

Of the three compressed cakes, Fang Zhao gave one to the dog at his feet, and the other two to eat by himself. If it was in the last days, he would not be so generous in distributing food to a dog he just met. However, reborn in the new century, Fang Zhao is in a good mood and is willing to share. Since the original owner picked it up and it is not dead, let's keep it first.

The taste of the compressed cake is not good, and the tea is brewed with low-quality artificial powder, otherwise it would not be sold so cheaply, but as a person who came from the end of the world, Fang Zhao felt that this was already a delicacy. He also experienced hunger in the early days of the last days. Although he no longer worried about food in the later stages, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Compared with the simple and crude food and the tense atmosphere of war, the compressed cake is considered exquisite, and now he can sit here and enjoy a lunch, which already makes Fang Zhao very satisfied.