Bor Art School, the best music art examination training school in South City.

Every year, with a rate of nearly 95% or more, students are sent to major colleges and universities across the country that offer music majors. Some of the more outstanding students have been admitted to more advanced conservatories and specialized art schools.

This not only depends on each candidate's own musical talent and acquired efforts, but also stems from the school's almost harsh management model and high-quality teachers.

Here, practicing the piano is always the highest priority.

Except for the occasional weekend when students can take a lazy nap or relax for a morning and take leave to go home, the rest of the time is spent in the piano room except for eating, sleeping and attending classes.

The piano room can be said to be everyone's second dormitory.

Qin Jian walked out of the dormitory according to his memory and came to the front of the piano building, perhaps because today was the weekend, and he didn't meet a single classmate along the way.

Did you practice today?

At the door of the piano room building, the huge banner pasted above his head made Qin Jian sigh in his heart again.

I didn't expect to come back here one day.

With a shudder, Qin Jian stepped into the door of the building, and directly opposite the door was the duty room of the administrator of the piano room.

"Yo, who should I be here so early on the big weekend, Qin Jian, what's the matter, you know that you have worked hard?"

In the duty room, a thin old man was fiddling with the radio in his hand, and when he looked up and saw Qin Jian entering the door, he joked repeatedly.

"Uncle Ding, you're early. ”

Qin Jian hurriedly stepped forward and said, he was still very grateful to the old man in front of him, after all, he was caught by the old man smoking in the piano room countless times in his previous life, but in the end he did not report it to the teacher.

You know, at that time, it was a big deal to smoke in the piano room and get caught.

"Knowing that hard work is good, go for it. Lao Ding said and threw a piano room card on the windowsill, "But let me catch you kid and smoke in the house, and see how I clean you up." ”

Under the old man's passionate performance, Qin Jian hurriedly picked up the piano room card and went upstairs.

"Goodbye Uncle Ding, I quit smoking. ”

"What?"

Lao Ding was stunned.

"Hahaha, stinky boy. Then the corners of his mouth grinned, and he hummed along with the tune on the radio, took out a Hada door from the cigarette case on the side, and picked up the lighter.

Click.

With a crisp sound, Qin Jian opened the door of the No. 203 piano room.

A faint fragrance came to my face, and it seemed that it must be a female classmate who left here at the end.

Qin Jian has experience in this regard.

In a small square room, a black upright piano lies in the corner of the window.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Jian casually locked the door, took off his coat, came to the piano and sat down, and lifted the lid.

raised his hand and looked at the tattoo, and sure enough, it had become 47, and his heart suddenly tightened again.

Facing the piano, Qin Jian's mind came up with a conversation with Chris.

Although the other party said that everything needs to be explored by himself, he also left a more critical information clue.

"Conquer the people with the sound of the harp, they have their own worship values. ”

Qin Jian held his chin and thought about it, the original words seemed to be like this, literally analyzed, that is, through the way of being recognized by others by the sound of the piano he played, he could obtain worship points from the audience.

But in what way does the other party pass on the worship value to himself?

Thought?

It's too abstract, but it seems that only this one explanation works.

"Wait a minute, what if you become self-absorbed while playing the piano, and thus produce self-worship?"

As if he had discovered a corner of the mystery, Qin Jian's eyes lit up

If this really works, then in the days to come, self-sufficiency is enough, anyway, even if you are not deceived by Chris, it is impossible to lack a piano in your life.

Get your feet wet!

Having made up his mind, Qin Jian rolled up his sleeves and searched through the music score in his mind.

Immediately, the name of a piece was retrieved.

Bach, English Suite No. 2, Courant.

This is Qin Jian's favorite song.

Moving the piano bench back, Qin Jian adjusted his sitting posture and placed his hands on the keyboard.

I deduced the first four bars of the score in my mind, and after a deep breath.

Raise your hand!

Finger down!

The action in one go is indescribably natural.

But at this moment, when Qin Jian closed his eyes and was about to start listening, he thought that his ears were hallucinating.

The sound that should have been emitted became something else, but Qin Jian opened his eyes and found that he had pressed the wrong sound.

For a track that is not too difficult and almost familiar enough to be played backwards, it is really too low to make such a mistake.

Re-pose.

This time, Qin Jian stared at the ring finger of his right hand and landed steadily on the 'la', but then, when the vibrato of the next note 'mi' was played, Qin Jian found that his index finger seemed to be uncontrollable, playing a set of trills in potholes.

"What's the situation!"

The beatmap that was clear in his mind couldn't be clearly popped out no matter what, and his hands seemed to be a different person.

It doesn't matter if it's good or bad, it's like a professional footballer, even if he is old and retired, but one day when the football rolls to his feet again, he can still complete simple dribbling and stopping the ball.

But at this moment, Qin Jian, who has been with the piano for 18 years, is facing 88 keys, like a person who has never played the piano before.

"Impossible!"

Qin Jian didn't believe it, and continued to insist on the keyboard, enduring the pitless and rhythmless notes under his ten fingers, and forcibly played according to the score in his mind.

As the "music" in his ears became more and more outrageous, Qin Jian finally broke out and slapped on the keys at once.

"Ding yin~~~~"

A set of extremely dissonant and harsh sounds permeated the entire piano room.

"What is this TM and what !!"

With a dejected roar, Qin Jian's entire person fell into an extremely bad state.

Looking at his hands, an inexhaustible anger burst out from the bottom of his heart.

On the exquisite tattoo, 47 became 46 without discord under Qin Jian's gaze.

And at this moment, a group of small characters appeared in Qin Jian's mind out of thin air.

【Worship from Qin Jian: -1】

......

......

This, this TM......

Qin Jian's whole body was like a deflated inflatable doll, and he lowered his head softly.

......

Chris...... WQNMLGB......

"Ding, discover Chris's bounty. ”

An emotionless electronic voice suddenly appeared in Qin Jian's ears.

What the!?

Qin Jian sat up straight and touched the tattoo.

The panel instantly appeared in front of me, and after looking up and down for a long time, I found that there was a small red dot on the icon of the backpack.

Consciousness is focused on the backpack, and the panel switches to a 30*30 grid.

In the first compartment, a gray square box is glowing faintly.

【Chris's Gift】

[Is it open?]