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After living for so many years and encountering so many things, ever since Fang Zhao had woken up in the New Era, he had rarely had such a huge psychological impact.
How does it feel to be scared by your own dog in the middle of the night? Fang Zhao finally experienced it.
Curly Hair was still immersed in the game and simply didn't notice Fang Zhao. Just as he was about to continue on to the next level, Fang Zhao walked over and kicked Curly Hair's butt.
Curly Hair, who had been trying his best to clear the next stage, jumped in fright. His gaming helmet was flung to the side. Seeing that it was Fang Zhao, Curly Hair whimpered and wagged his tail as he scooted over. Those pure and innocent dog eyes looked especially pitiful.
Fang Zhao looked at Curly Hair silently.
Curly Hair tilted his head when Fang Zhao stared at him like this. Then, he wagged his tail and squeezed over to Fang Zhao's side. He seemed to be in a good mood, probably because he had just cleared a level and was still feeling smug.
Fang Zhao was silent for a while before saying to Curly Hair, "You sure are capable. When did you learn to hum?"
Curly Hair looked at Fang Zhao doubtfully. His wagging tail also slowed down, and his eyes were filled with confusion.
"You really don't understand?"
Fang Zhao played the video of Curly Hair humming while wagging his tail.
Curly Hair's ears tilted upwards in fright when he saw the scene in the video. He tilted his neck back, and all the hair on his body straightened. He took a few steps back as though he had seen a terrifying monster.
"You scared yourself?" Fang Zhao waved at it. "Come over here. Hum it again. It's the music from the earlier part of the game."
Curly Hair looked at Fang Zhao, then back at the screen. He walked closer to Fang Zhao and let out a "humph". Following that, he let out a few more intermittent "hums, hums, hums". However, it wasn't the humming of a song. Instead, it was the usual dog hums.
After hearing Curly Hair grunt for a while, Fang Zhao said helplessly, "Alright, alright. Let's call it a day. Be careful and don't let anyone discover you."
Fang Zhao could tell that Curly Hair had probably hummed that song unintentionally. He had been in a good mood and had been too engrossed in the game to realize what he had just done. Now that he wanted to deliberately hum it, he couldn't do it.
A long time ago, Fang Zhao had discovered that Curly Hair was a fast learner, and his IQ was constantly rising. The sheep-herding competition in Muzhou had also sufficiently proven Curly Hair's learning ability and mobility. His sense of smell and hearing also far surpassed that of other breeds. Even the elite dogs in the world's most famous police dog academy in Muzhou couldn't reach Curly Hair's level. It wasn't a problem of learning methods. Fang Zhao felt that it was probably due to the uniqueness of Curly Hair's genes. But he couldn't find anything when he gave it a physical examination in the past.
He thought back to the time on planet Wai, when Curly Hair's injuries were barely visible, and the bullets that Curly Hair had pooped out …
"Alien species? Or a local variant? "
The first time Fang Zhao had seen Curly Hair was in the black street. Although he could find records of Curly Hair's activities in the black street earlier, what about earlier times? Where did it come from? What kind of secrets did it carry?
Fang Zhao understood himself very well. This body of his had always been changing. It was just that the changes weren't as obvious or as exaggerated as Curly Hair's, but compared to other people, it was much stronger. Even during the Period of Destruction, when his body was at its peak, it hadn't reached this level. His vision, hearing, perception, physical strength, and other aspects had already exceeded the normal range. It was just that Fang Zhao rarely displayed other aspects besides his hearing. Outsiders labeled him as either "ears" or "music," with these two being the main attributes.
Fang Zhao once again recalled the "supernatural" incident in the black street on the night of his rebirth. Curly Hair's uniqueness and his own changes were very likely linked. After searching through all sorts of information, he still couldn't find an answer. The universe was so big. There were surely many things that people couldn't imagine but were real. Fang Zhao had always suppressed this matter in his heart.
He had originally thought that Curly Hair was just a little more intelligent and thick-skinned. Now that he had seen this trend, who knew when Curly Hair would be able to speak?
Then again, why didn't he practice more if he had this ability?
He ate so much every day. Where did all the energy go?
Second puberty?
No, it should be N times of puberty. No one knew how many times Curly Hair had matured. Ever since Fang Zhao had raised him, his physiological functions had never stopped changing.
Curly Hair's IQ had increased, and there was no need to doubt his learning ability. Now that he had this ability, Fang Zhao decided to let Curly Hair practice vocalizing!
Curly Hair hummed along with educational videos to practice vocalizing. Not like a dog, but like a human. In any case, with Curly Hair's current IQ, he could understand what was being said in educational videos.
At first, Curly Hair wasn't very willing. After humming for a while, he started whining and rolling on the ground, refusing to learn. Fang Zhao saw that proper educational videos weren't effective, so he downloaded a song learning game for young children. This game also had simple vocalization exercises at the start. The more accurate the pitch, the higher the score.
Under the temptation of the new game, Curly Hair finally took a little more initiative in practicing vocalization. A gamer dog was indeed a gamer dog. As he played, he became addicted. He didn't dare mess around in the day, but at night, he practiced vocalization while playing games. Fang Zhao didn't even need to keep an eye on him.
In the school dormitories, as long as the doors and windows were closed, the soundproofing was rather good. After all, singing, dancing, and practicing musical instruments were all too common in the arts institute. If the soundproofing wasn't good, all sorts of noises could cause one to die.
Although Fang Zhao's hearing was very good, he could still hear the sounds around him even with the soundproofing. However, after familiarizing himself with the environment, he could filter out the noises outside the dormitory. However …
How would it feel to have your own dog bark all night in the dormitory during bedtime?
Originally, Fang Zhao had thought that Curly Hair's vocalization practice wouldn't affect his sleep, but he had underestimated this gamer dog.
If it had been any other dog barking blindly, he could have ignored it. The living conditions during the Period of Destruction were much more complicated, and he wouldn't be unable to sleep just because of a little noise. Maintaining vigilance was a must, but the body also needed rest. Without this ability, he wouldn't have survived.
However, when Curly Hair played the vocalization game, there was a kind of demonic lethality that penetrated the brain. Fang Zhao had just fallen asleep, and his mind was still playing a serenade when Curly Hair's strange noises swept over.
Fang Zhao: "…" I'll just let him play the monster fighting game.
For the sake of sleep at night, Fang Zhao set a time limit for the game to be played at different times. As for letting Curly Hair learn how to speak, it probably wouldn't be possible in the short term. The effects of vocalization practice weren't ideal, but there was no rush. Even if Curly Hair ultimately couldn't learn to speak, it didn't matter. After all, Curly Hair was a dog, not a human.
After that, Fang Zhao busied himself with his thesis and graduation project.
Time passed day by day. It was almost the end of the year. Celebrities were busy with all sorts of activities. Various large companies loved to invite celebrities to show their faces at their annual conferences. Fang Zhao had been invited to perform at the Star Cup victory ceremony this year, and many people had their eyes on him. They always felt that the celebrities invited by the Star Cup were more pretentious.
However, Fang Zhao was currently in seclusion and rejected many invitations. When they couldn't contact Fang Zhao, they found others to help contact him. Nanfeng, as an assistant, became very busy.
On this day, Nanfeng had just stepped out of the HuangArt campus when he received a call. The moment he picked up, it was about Fang Zhao again. Nanfeng frowned and rubbed his forehead.
"… I already said, it's impossible. There's no choice. I'm just a small assistant, not his manager. I have to listen to whatever boss says … Hey, this isn't about money!! My boss doesn't intend to accept any performances or activities now. Even if he wants to, he can't accept them now … Why? You should have already heard that he is locked at home by Old Master Mo to write his thesis … You know Old Master Mo, right? Mo Lang, a treasured artist. The old man has moved a chair and is guarding the door. If you have the guts, go and find him yourself … I don't have the guts! I also don't have the time! Really, I just came back from walking the dog. Boss gave me a mission … "
Nanfeng complained to Zuo Yu and Yan Biao after the call. In the past, before he had become Fang Zhao's assistant, he had always dreamed of this kind of life. Being busy with work was good. It proved that there was fame and money to be made! Now … he felt annoyed but happy.
It was a good thing that so many people invited Fang Zhao to participate in activities. He should be happy! But as Fang Zhao had said, he was still in the advanced studies phase. His studies were the priority, and all other activities were secondary.
As a qualified assistant who followed his boss's orders, Nanfeng naturally did things according to Fang Zhao's wishes. He rejected all those who asked him to help with matchmaking and recommendations. If he dared to trouble Fang Zhao with this, he would be kicked out today, not even tomorrow.
Actually, Nanfeng wasn't exaggerating. Old Master Mo was really guarding the house and letting Fang Zhao write his thesis in his study. To successfully graduate from HuangArt's Twelve Tones advanced course, there were requirements for the quantity and quality of a thesis.
Was a performance more important or a thesis more important?
Resolutely reject all unnecessary commercial activities! Film festivals, film festivals, corporate annual conferences, thank you speeches from advertising agencies, and all sorts of other activities. Don't even think about it!
It wasn't that Mo Lang wanted to control all of Fang Zhao's matters and interfere with all of his decisions. The old man had experienced a lot and seen a lot. Naturally, he wouldn't really let Fang Zhao reject all activities. A large portion of his students were rushing to perform at the end of the year. Fang Zhao's public mentor, Prof. Carter, was also busy performing for an important conference. Many of HuangArt's teachers and students were the same.
It was just that Mo Lang felt that during the advanced studies period and before graduation, he shouldn't meddle too much. He hoped that Fang Zhao could focus more on music and art. Such a good seedling. Don't let him be pulled down the wrong path.
Fang Zhao also approved of Mo Lang's thinking. These two days, he cooperated and stayed at Mo Lang's place to write his thesis. As for Curly Hair, Nanfeng and the other two took turns walking the dog.
In the living room on the first floor of the Mo residence, Mo Lang brewed a cup of tea and sighed in satisfaction as he read the first draft of the thesis Fang Zhao had given him.
He didn't believe that anyone would dare snatch Fang Zhao away this time!
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