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On the desk, the old monitor has long since gone black, and only the power button in the lower right corner still flashes green from time to time.

It was nearly dusk, and occasionally a faint light seeped in from the thick curtains, shining on the man's body.

He lay on the valuable [World Wide Keyboard] and couldn't move for a long time.

A spider hung from the corner of the wall, and his keen sense of smell made it easy for him to tell that the human in front of him was dead.

It seems like a good idea to weave a new home on him.

The spider glides down the pliable silk.

However, in the next second, the figure suddenly moved.

The two vertically hung spider silks immediately shook wildly, and the poor little guy was obviously frightened by this sudden "deception", and soon obediently hid back in his own corner.

It looked at the figure uneasily.

Then he stood up.

In the eyes of the little spider, this was the first time in five days that he had opened the thick curtains.

Sunlight shines in through the window. The land is desolate, and the dust dances.

The figure stared blankly at the window for a while, and then muttered:

"Did you wear it?"

......

The young man in the mirror had deep sunken eyes, and his dark eyes were deep and scary, as if he had not eaten, drunk or rested for several days and nights.

The hunger in the belly quickly confirmed this.

In his mind, a large number of memories flooded back, and although Han Le had worked hard to accept this information, the lack of energy made the progress very slow.

He felt that his brain was too sluggish.

Instinctively, he began to search for food, a small pavilion with little furniture other than a bed and a desk.

No fridge, no food, just a pile of garbage.

"How desperate do you have to be to starve to death?"

Han Le couldn't help but complain in his heart.

He subconsciously wanted to leave the room.

However, at this moment, anxious footsteps were heard on the stairs.

Knock knock!

"Han Le, are you there, Han Le, it's me!"

"It's not a way for you to lock yourself in the attic all day, I said everything I should have said the other day, it's time for you to sober up!"

"Open the door, I've brought you something to eat, and we'll have a good chat after eating." ”

It was a deep male voice.

Han Le took a deep breath and barely got some fragments of information from the memory of the original owner.

The owner of the voice is called Song Ye, and he is the only friend of the original owner.

"Anyway, let's get something to eat first. ”

Han Le didn't want to be the first traverser to starve to death just after crossing over.

Squeak.

The door opened.

There was a fat man with a stunned expression standing at the door, he was carrying a few lunch boxes in his hands, and immediately, the fat man's face was full of surprise.

He rushed in and punched Han Le: "You kid is finally willing to see me?"

"Damn, look at what the hell you look like now! Your parents wouldn't recognize you if they were here, would they?"

"Isn't it just that I was terminated by my agent, dumped by my girlfriend, and treated as a pitiful worm by the whole school!

Han Le was silent, directly snatched the lunch box in the other party's hand, and began to stuff things into his mouth.

"That's right!" the fat man looked quite pleased: "Eat! Give Lao Tzu something to eat! If you don't eat, how can you have the strength to write a war song that slaps those bastards in the face?"

"Don't be discouraged, if you miss this year's [Sprout List], you will miss it, and it's a big deal to come back next year! Don't worry about the messy things in the school, anyway, you have already gone through the procedures for a year's suspension, it's better to do it for another year, out of sight is clean." ”

"Don't worry about anything else. Your brother Song is also a workshop supervisor, don't live in this small attic, live with me. Rest assured, you can write war songs freely with food and shelter......"

Hearing this, Han Le suddenly swallowed the bread in his mouth and said seriously:

"No suspension. ”

"Don't suspend school?" Song Ye was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Can you do it?" At the beginning, in order to concentrate on writing war songs, you completely gave up martial arts, aren't you going to school now to bring humiliation on yourself?"

"And I heard that Du Zefeng's bastard is still waiting to see your jokes, you don't know his methods, can you stand this thin skin?"

"And ......"

Although Han Le bit a piece of bacon, his tone was still firm:

"No suspension. ”

Song Ye was silent and shook his head.

Ten minutes later, Han Le finished gobbling up, and the lunch box that Song Ye brought over was also empty.

"Brother Song, can you go out for a walk with me?"

Han Le suddenly spoke.

Song Ye was overjoyed when he heard this: "Let's go!"

"I told you a long time ago not to do it behind closed doors, let's go out for a walk! We are both big men, and it's not like the sky is falling, no matter how difficult it is, brother will accompany you, grit your teeth and it will pass!"

......

The streets are still bustling with traffic at dusk.

The time was not so late as the light misled, probably because the buildings in this city were too high, and the attic where Han Le lived before actually belonged to an old house, and it was a nail household that refused to be demolished in his memory. In fact, only the eccentric old lady with a room full of stray cats could have given a rent far below the rent that should have been paid in this prosperous area.

Han Le and Song Ye stood on the side of the street, pedestrians hurriedly walked by, and a translucent particle barrier flickered at the edge of the city, as tall as two or three hundred stories.

Not far away, a huge electronic billboard suddenly changed its contents.

Song Ye glanced at it and scolded "bad luck"!

The billboard prominently shows the [Sprout List] that the newcomers and musicians in Tai'an City are striving for this year.

[NO.1 Zhao Xuan "Song of Blood" (short chapter/completion 19%)]

[NO.2 Roland "War of the Wilderness" (short chapter/completion 13%)]

[NO.3 Zinia's "Yunzhou War" (short chapter/completion 11%)]

......

"Han Le, don't be discouraged, I believe that with your hard work, your name will be on it this time next year!"

Song Ye looked at Han Le with some concern, for fear that this list would stimulate his nerves.

After all, Han Le half a month ago also had a chance to be on this list.

It was just a sudden accident that made him fall from the clouds to the bottom, not only was he terminated by his agent and dumped by his girlfriend, but he also made his promise in front of everyone at school into a big joke.

The original owner just couldn't bear such a blow, so he locked himself in the house, but in the end he died unexpectedly.

This is the origin of Han Le's crossing.

"Rookie musicians?

Han Le didn't have much expression on his face.

Song Ye became even more worried. He grew up with Han Le and knew his introverted temperament, no matter how sad he was, he would only hold it in his heart.

If you don't enlighten and enlighten, I'm afraid something big will happen!

However, what Song Ye didn't know was that the real Han Le had actually had a big incident.

Standing in front of him was a soul from the earth.

Han Le looked at the huge billboard, and the memories of this world in his mind came flooding back again.

This time, he finally understood what was going on.

"The level of music in this world is actually limited to bloody war songs?"

"Because of the different laws of the world, the combination of notes in this world is similar to a magical ritual and can have a very huge impact on the human body. ”

"An excellent war song can greatly increase the strength of a warrior, but if it is a deliberately written sad song, it can cause great damage through a special player. ”

"This world is revered for warriors, because outside the particle barrier of the city, there are a large number of terrifying beings called desolate beasts, but there is a category of people whose status is higher than that of warriors, and that is the great musician who can compose and play war songs!"

"The world...... It's kind of interesting. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Han Le's mouth.

Song Ye looked at him worriedly, for fear that his little brother would make some unwise move.

After all, now in the eyes of others, Han Le is an out-and-out pitiful worm.

With Han Le's sensitive heart, I don't know how much suffering I have to endure.

However, just when Song Ye was worried, a mocking voice sounded:

"I can still go out for a walk, I can still laugh, my heart is very wide, Han Le. ”

"I'm waiting for you to kneel down in front of me and lick my shoes. ”

"You don't want to take another year off school to escape our bet. ”

Across the street, a white-skinned man came over grinning, followed by several other people.

Song Ye's face sank suddenly.

"Du Zefeng, don't go too far!"

"Didn't you hurt Han Le badly enough?"

Du Zefeng leaned his face over and said the most vicious words with a smile:

"Not enough. ”

"I haven't seen Han Ledie yet, how can it be enough?!"

......

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