Honkai: Star Rail, Marry Acheron Upon Landing

Lin Shuang, naturally, didn't go to Tingyun's room in the end.

The main reason was that it was late at night, and it wouldn't be appropriate to go to a girl's room.

The secondary reason was that Lin Shuang had never been to Tingyun's residence on the Xianzhou and couldn't go even if she wanted to.

Of course, Lin Shuang wasn't idle.

She sent the music files that Silver Wolf had found to Acheron one by one.

She initially thought Acheron might not be online at this hour, but Acheron immediately appeared and accepted the files.

[Acheron: ?]

[Lin Shuang: I found the music files from the greatsword. I remembered you said before that they were pretty good, so I sent you a copy.]

[Acheron: Thanks, this should help pass the time.]

[Lin Shuang: I'm glad you like them.]

Watching Acheron receive all the music files one by one, Lin Shuang didn't ask about Acheron's memory.

She was somewhat hesitant.

She was worried that Acheron might have forgotten many memories they shared.

She didn't know if there would come a day in the future when she messaged Acheron, and the other person would ask who she was.

Seeing that Acheron had stopped replying, Lin Shuang opened the Star Rail company's music platform.

"Firefly" wasn't an exclusive name, but adding the keywords "Celestia Race" and "Songstress" allowed her to smoothly locate the person's social media account.

She could also find the music platform Firefly usually used.

In order to get close to, or rather, to make contact with Firefly, the songs Lin Shuang had were a form of leverage.

In this interstellar era, due to differences in species, culture, and even ears, people could have completely different experiences listening to the same song.

After all, different species might not have the same frequency range their auditory organs could perceive.

Thus, the Star Rail company's many music platforms were essentially segmenting their user base.

Lin Shuang had looked at the platform Firefly used, and indeed, it was more suitable for her.

And luckily, Firefly's preferred style, and even her singing style, were similar to what Lin Shuang remembered.

Lin Shuang didn't think her songs would be top-tier on such an interstellar platform, but if the styles were similar, it would be easier for Firefly to come across them.

Lin Shuang didn't know much about Firefly, but based on the information she found on her phone, although Firefly was successful, she still listened to new songs frequently. And she listened to quite a lot.

In her own words:

'People often say that the more discerning a diner's taste, the more skilled the chef becomes. Regardless of what others say, I will always be that most discerning listener.'

This discernment wasn't just towards others, but also towards herself. Firefly had high standards for her own music, and the same applied to others.

That's why Lin Shuang decided to try her luck with these few songs.

But in the end, it was just a contingency plan.

If it worked, great. If not, she could always rely on the wealthy Asta.

Compared to Firefly, Asta's "thigh" was easier to hold onto.

Lin Shuang registered an account on the music platform, selected three songs, and shamelessly tagged them as 'original' before publishing them.

After a moment's thought, Lin Shuang glanced at her account balance, where Silver Wolf had transferred a hundred million Credits that she hadn't withdrawn. She immediately took out ten million to buy promotion and recommendations for her three songs.

"Silver Wolf is such a good Sworn Father. If I can't get in, I'll just ask Silver Wolf to transfer a few billion Credits to my account."

Lin Shuang watched her three songs being pushed to the homepage and couldn't help but smack her lips. If Elio could truly see the future, he would probably be willing to help with such a small matter.

Thinking this, Lin Shuang suddenly felt that there were quite a few ways for her to go to Penacony. It wasn't as difficult as she initially thought.

Meanwhile.

In a luxurious apartment.

Firefly, wearing a loose home dress that couldn't hide her beautiful figure, sat on the sofa, boredly scrolling through her phone and listening to new songs one after another.

Her manager and assistant weren't with her. This was her time alone.

For Firefly, listening to music was both work and a hobby.

But recently, this time felt more like relaxation.

During these moments, she could avoid thinking about too many things, like the hidden discord within her family or her loss of voice.

As she swiped back to the homepage again, she suddenly noticed that the recommended songs on the homepage had changed.

It was a music producer she had never heard of, and the song titles were also unfamiliar.

"Rubia"

A song title she'd never heard before.

"A new song?"

Firefly, intrigued, clicked on the creator's profile picture.

"A newcomer who just registered... They must have bought a promotion. So much money, I wonder which company's creator this is?"

After all, for a new individual creator, it wouldn't make sense to drop so many Credits on promotion all at once.

Because there were cheaper promotion packages available if they signed a contract with the platform.

This person appeared on the homepage right after registering, which completely went against the most profitable promotion strategy.

"Or maybe some rich person is just playing around."

Although she didn't have any good guesses, Firefly still clicked the play button.

After all, as a professional, Firefly wouldn't dismiss a song she hadn't heard based on her first impression.

But soon, from the intro to the singing, Firefly's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Even the wings on the sides of her head twitched unconsciously.

"It's good."

It was exactly the style Firefly liked and the style she herself would sing.

Firefly fell in love with the song after just listening to the first small section.

It might even become popular on the platform.

The experienced Miss Firefly quickly made her judgment.

She listened to three songs in a row, but all three were sung by different voices, which made Firefly feel strange.

"Are they using AI to adjust the vocal tones? Not confident in their own voice?"

Looking at the same name in the singer's column, Firefly subconsciously assumed the creator didn't like singing with their real voice.

And chose other vocal sources instead.

"How can this be done... The quality of these songs is quite high, it's such a waste to use someone else's vocal source—!"

Firefly was a little dissatisfied.

Nowadays, there were plenty of creators who used AI vocal sources to supplement their own vocal shortcomings. Firefly knew not everyone had the singing voice of the Celestia Race.

But that was beside the point.

She heard a good song, but the person was using AI vocals, which was a bit unbearable for Miss Songstress.

It was like eating pineapple on pizza in front of an Italian; it was hard to swallow.

"No! I have to find some time to ask this person if they're willing to let me buy it and sing a version! This song can't be wasted!"

Even though she had lost her voice, as a professional musician, Firefly still wanted to claim good songs first.

Volume 1: Chapter 48 Fu Xuan: I Heard Your Massage Skills Are Very Good?

The next day.

Lin Shuang opened the door early in the morning and saw Tingyun holding a folding fan, smiling as she blocked her doorway.

"My benefactor~ I waited for you all night yesterday, waiting until dawn, and you wouldn't even come to see me. You're truly too mean."

"...Stop fooling around. You don't look like someone who stayed up all night."

Lin Shuang knew Tingyun was talking nonsense. If she had really stayed up all night, she wouldn't be so energetic and smiling so happily.

"Sigh, really, can't you just play along with what I'm saying, benefactor?"

As she spoke, Tingyun shrank her body, her fluffy ears brushing against Lin Shuang's arm, and she bent over and squeezed into Lin Shuang's room.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Shuang curiously watched Tingyun squeezing into her room, not knowing what she wanted to do so early in the morning.

Tingyun, however, raised a paper bag she was carrying and placed it on the coffee table.

"I specially brought you some breakfast, benefactor. It's all your favorite."

"That's so nice?"

"What are you saying, benefactor? I've always been this good to you~"

Lin Shuang listened to Tingyun's chatter, sat beside her, and looked at the delicious-looking breakfast, taking a deep sniff.

"Mmm~ it smells really good. Thank you for preparing breakfast."

"Oh my~ If you really want to thank me, benefactor, you'll have to give me a good massage later."

As soon as Lin Shuang heard that, she knew this little fox had come so early today just for this moment.

"So early? Not tonight?"

Unexpectedly, when Tingyun heard this, she pouted and complained with dissatisfaction, "But you wouldn't even come over last night."

"..."

Lin Shuang froze and quickly pleaded, "Okay, okay, it's mine, it's mine. I'll give you a massage after I finish eating."

"Hee hee~ I knew my benefactor would pity this humble woman for being tired."

With that, Tingyun snapped her fan shut again and changed the subject:

"After we parted yesterday, I already gave Miss Qingque the recommendation letter for the Diviner. Miss Qingque guaranteed she'd sort out that Diviner this morning."

Lin Shuang listened while eating breakfast, nodding as she said, "Then I'll go over around noon?"

"Mhm, Miss Qingque also said it would be better to go during lunch break, as the Diviner would be more likely to agree."

"You two are going to be the death of me~"

Upon hearing this, Tingyun instead tapped Lin Shuang's forehead with her fan and teased, "When you saw the Diviner yesterday, Benefactor, you were staring at her feet the whole time, right? Qingque told me. I'm afraid you're saying 'no' with your mouth, but you're already blooming with joy in your heart."

"Cough cough—"

Lin Shuang almost choked and quickly gulped down some water to retort, "I didn't, I wasn't, I absolutely didn't look. Why does Qingque tell everyone everything!"

"~"

Tingyun stared with a smile at Lin Shuang's flustered drinking. She hadn't said a word, yet her smiling eyes seemed to convey everything.

"Stop looking at me!"

Lin Shuang's face flushed, and she reached out to push Tingyun's face away. Tingyun didn't dodge, letting Lin Shuang's fingers press against her cheeks as she was pushed. Even as she was being pushed, she continued to tease: