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 Fanning frowned, endured the illusory whispers in his ears, and walked quickly on the campus.
 Sheeran followed closely behind.
 After a few minutes of walking, the two ran into a man who walked out of the white and elegant arch of the Conservatory of Music. He was wearing a neat black suit and holding a sheet of music.
 "Hello, cousin Sheeran. Oh, isn't this Director Fanning?"
 Fanning saw something wrong in his smile
 My father has been missing for three years, and the Turner Art Museum has long been closed. Is it human to call me like this now?
 "Hello, Cecil, I need to ask for leave for the grade group meeting later. Professor Anton Koner passed away, and we have a lot of things to deal with."
 Fanning was too lazy to pay attention to these words, but he needed to ask Cecil for leave today.
 As a representative aristocratic public school, St. Lenya University attaches great importance to the cultivation of gentlemanly character, requiring students to strictly observe discipline, pay attention to etiquette, pay attention to words and deeds, and at the same time give students greater self-management authority: between high and low grades, or between "outstanding" and "ordinary"
 Ram Cecil is a leader in the fourth-year composition major, a manager, and a grade leader.
 The original owner is obviously "managed".
 The art system of this world "emphasizes inspiration and light theory", and the status of the music major is already embarrassing. Most students come from the middle class who can barely get into the threshold, and do not have the kind of generous, money-burning performance or creation practice conditions of aristocratic families.
 They have neither superb instrument playing skills nor can they write any decent works.
 Hearing Fanning's request for leave, Cecil put away his smile: "I know the matter, Shilan is my cousin, and I feel more sorry for Professor Anton's matter than you. But the group will involve the selection competition for the works of this graduation concert. I can't approve your request for leave. Please attend on time."
 ...?
 Fanning suspected that he had heard it wrong.
 Who has the mood to prepare for the graduation concert when they are about to die...
 Cecil saw that Fanning did not speak for a while, and changed his tone to be earnest: "Although you can't produce anything decent, it is a rare learning opportunity after all. You don't need to worry too much about Professor Anton's funeral."
 He looked at Sheeran again, "Cousin, if you have any difficulties, we will help you here. After the funeral, don't live alone there. It just so happens that your aunt hasn't seen you for a long time...By the way, don't you like violin? I am writing a symphony for the graduation concert. I will take you to the rehearsal later. It is always good to adjust your mood..."
 "For the funeral, the school will send someone to take care of the funeral. Thank you." Sheeran's response was very polite.
 At this time, Fanning suddenly had an idea.
 The music in this world has developed to the mature stage of romanticism, which is similar to the 19th century when composers such as Chopin, Liszt and Tchaikovsky were alive in the previous life.
 But the immortal works of those music masters in the previous life are not available in this world!
 If I "borrow" one or two songs from the works selection competition later, it will be a dimensionality reduction attack on these students. On the other hand, it just confirms the approach suggested by the mysterious text message.
 So Fanning's mouth finally raised an arc: "Team leader, I understand the work selection competition. I will attend the group meeting on time later. Thank you for reminding me."
 "Carlon Fanning, thank you for your cooperation." Cecil's show of kindness to his cousin was met with a cold reception. Seeing Fanning give in, his face relaxed a little.
 Who knew that Fanning's next sentence would instantly make his face fall completely:
 "But Teacher Anton's matter really has nothing to do with you. Team leader, if your family can come to the funeral with one or two people, I will thank you on behalf of Sheeran."
 Teacher Anton's family has long been in decline, and he is just a marginalized professor in the school. Only the original owner, a student who also likes to study unpopular ancient music, has close contact with him.
 Fanning is very clear about the motives of this distant relative in front of him.
 "Okay, okay, okay." Cecil narrowed his eyes, said three "okay" words in a row, then threw down a sentence and turned away:
 "Now is the critical stage of my graduation concert creation, I don't want to pay attention to you. Fanning, if you don't want to regret it later, I advise you to do it alone."
 "It's boring." Fanning didn't care and continued to move forward.
 "Carlon, I'm not afraid of him, but you don't have to confront him head-on." Shilan rushed up and said softly.
 The identity of the grade leader of St. Lenya University is very valuable, which is a double proof of family background and personal strength. Usually the full-time position is generated from the senior students, and the deputy position is generated from the junior students. They have greater management authority over the current grade and the lower grades.
 "It's okay, Shilan, I asked for leave from him according to the process, out of compliance with the school's code of conduct and respect for the school's group leader system."
 My current situation is indeed very unclear, and I shouldn't make enemies unnecessarily, but some people have too impure thoughts in their minds, and they have bad intentions towards the little girl, so they should be confronted.
 The two then walked into the Conservatory of Music.
 Fanning took off his hat, handed Xilan a piece of cleaning paper at the door, and leaned over to wipe off the dust and mud on his leather shoes.
 Holding the white jade-like spiral staircase handrail, he climbed up to the second floor step by step, and the sounds of various musical instruments echoed in the corridor.
 They found a small piano room of five or six square meters, and the two sat down in front of the piano. Fanning put away his hat, leaned on his cane, and returned the bag to the girl next to him.
 Sheeran covered his head with one hand, his face looked particularly bad, but he still thanked him softly, and took out a milky white envelope and a thick and large cowhide loose-leaf book from his bag.
 "A letter from Teacher Anton, and research notes?"
 Fanning looked at the milky white envelope in Sheeran's hand, on which was written "Carron Fanning himself".
 He was also familiar with this cowhide book, which always appeared on Teacher Anton's piano music stand, office or desk at home, to record composition manuscripts, research experience and important transcription materials.
 After he took it, he temporarily put them next to the piano bench.
 Then he opened the piano cover: "Sheeran, I'll play a song for you first."
 "Carron, I feel, I'm not feeling well..." The girl sitting next to him looked a little painful. She rested her smooth forehead with the back of her hand and leaned over to the side of the piano's high pitch area.
 Fanning comforted him: "Wait a minute, it will be fine soon."
 In fact, he was not sure.
 He also endured the discomfort of the imaginary whispers and placed his hands on the piano keys.
 He played a short, beautiful, and popular rondo from his previous life - Beethoven's "To Elise".
 The beautiful theme with semitones came out from his fingertips, simple and intimate, and the broken chords played alternately by both hands flowed like water waves in the piano room.
 About halfway through the performance, Fanning was surprised to find that he seemed to have established some kind of inspirational connection with Sheeran.
 It was like a strange invisible silk thread!
 No, there was more than one bundle, and there were more than ten bundles that passed through the walls around, which seemed to come from other people who heard the piano sound, but they were weaker.
 The nature of this silk thread seemed not to be "transmission" or "collection", but some kind of "sharing" or "resonance"!
 He felt that his "soul" or "spirit" level seemed to have become stronger and more stable, and those imaginary whispers became inaudible.
 After the performance, the pale golden subtitle [0/100] in front of him finally changed!
 There were many vague characters floating around.
 First it was +2, then a series of +1, +1, +1…
 Finally the subtitles changed to [3/100]!
 His chest began to heat up.
 “Chest?” Fanning stretched out his hand and pressed himself, feeling the sensation of being hit by a hard object, so he took out the thing that had been hanging inside.
 The silver necklace was hanging with a small black key, with a rough relief similar to a spear engraved on one side.
 The key to his own Turner Art Museum?
 Fanning turned it over again, and there was a small vertical protrusion on the other side, which looked more like the Arabic number 1.
 Every time his father went away, he would keep the key for him and take it back when he returned.
 But since the last time they parted, Fanning has never been able to take it off again.
 Three years have passed, and because it feels so familiar with his skin, he often forgets its existence.
 “By the way, Shiran, how do you feel?” He came back to his senses.
 The girl sitting next to the piano looked at him with her cheeks in her hands, but her expression still looked very uncomfortable.
 Fanning thought for a moment, took off her necklace, and wiped it with a handkerchief.
 Then he stretched out his hand to wrap around the girl's neck, closed the necklace from behind, and threw the key in front of her into her chest.
 "It's a little hot." Shilan lowered her head, "Well... I seem to be a little better."
 This is strange, shouldn't this key be made somewhere by my father when the art gallery opened more than ten years ago?
 Fanning felt that things were shrouded in a lot of fog, but at least there was a direction to explore, and he was no longer so anxious.
 At least the text message reminder was true.
 Playing it yourself is naturally a form of "reproduction".
 +2 comes from Shilan who has clear sound effects and listens carefully?
 And those +1s are from other people who can't hear clearly through the wall or whose attention is intermittent?
 If my inference is correct
 There will be at least hundreds of listeners in the auditorium in the preliminary round of the work selection competition in the afternoon.
 [3/100] is likely to be fully completed!
 "Thank you, and your new song is very nice." Xilan thought Fanning was staring at her.
 The little girl's cheeks were a little red, and she took off the necklace and gave it back to Fanning.
 Fanning smiled at her, then picked up the envelope left by Teacher Anton and opened the scarlet wax seal on it.
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 Coal smoke fills the sky and steam roars endlessly. The world is running as usual, and prosperity is within reach. But the world is ignorant. 
 Only a very few people have penetrated the fog of history, studied taboo knowledge, dismantled secret inspiration, and called on invisible forces. They are called "knowers". 
 The chaos and reality under the filthy appearance of the world gradually become clear from a mysterious concert incident: 
 "Hidden knowledge, shifting surge, phase, ritual vessel, witness master" - this is the extraordinary path of "knowers"; 
 "Inspiration, composition, piano, conducting, symphony" - this is the sacred career of "artists". 
 Two roads, different paths, the same destination. Where the vision goes, the destiny chooses. 
 "The world is full of imperfections, but someone will see the glory in the end." 
 -Contemporary composer, pianist, conductor Carloen van Nin
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 Once a famous police detective, Qi Wang lost his life during the course of his duty, but instead of meeting his ultimate end, he became linked to a strange system that detects injustice and evil across different dimensions. From then on, it became a string of adventures for Qi Wang across the diverse dimensions in existence to right all wrongs in the philosophies, worldviews, and value systems of societies everywhere beyond the conventional mores of Space and Time.
 A Game of Prestige –
 Ungrateful Ingrates: We love each other truly, Father. But since you object to us being together, how about you make way for your son and heir?
 Qi Wang: Well, of course. But the company carries a debt of hundreds of millions. So, good luck.
 A Taste of Chaos –
 Protégé: The position as Chieftain of the Wulin is mine by right, Teacher. You’re old now, so please give way.
 Qi Wang: Well, of course. I hear the forces of Evil will be attacking tomorrow. I wish you good fortune in the wars to come.
 Doppelganger in the Stars –
 Snobbish Daughter and her Doppelganger: We are the distinguished offsprings of the Marshal. Go away, you useless wretch.
 Qi Wang: Well, of course. I heard the Race of Arthropods want a marriage-alliance with you. I wish you a happy marriage then.
 Give me any scum and I’ll mete out retribution upon them. I am Qi Wang, the harbinger of Justice at your service, and this is my specialty.
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 After finally being admitted to the Department of Exorcism, Dong Zhi’s dream was to grasp both work and love as he strives to pursue an icy male-god, igniting an intense love affair.
 A train bound for spring was the beginning of everything. The mountains were solitary, blanketed with snow as smoke from gunpowder dissipated. In the brilliant morning rays, Dong Zhi’s gaze fell on Long Shen’s back. Countless of words he have for him, hidden deep within his eyes.
 “To you, whom I love dearly with all my heart, my time in this life, I’ll offer them to you.”
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 The Cambrian Explosion, now the largest life science puzzle…
 500 million years ago,among single-celled life on Earth , there suddenly began mutations similar to evolution, a variety of gorgeous creatures were born “out of thin air”, all ancestors of today’s species appeared in that short period of time, each species were evolving at lightning speed; billion times faster than today, it was a brilliant era.
 Unfortunately, the life of brilliant things are always short, after the brief “Cambrian”, life on Earth entered another 56 million years of evolutionary era at turtle speed. And humans, were also one step faster during the turtle race, and become the leader of life on Earth.
 But now — a greater “second age” has come again.
 During the lightning speed of evolution, humanity was kicked off of the throne on the food chain in the shortest time possible, and life on Earth, welcomed the second brilliant big bang.
 The real end of the world, is no longer brainless zombies or desolate earth, but — the end of mankind, the whole earth’s paradise.
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 A famous website had a live farm channel with a very special anchor. In the fish pond where he worked, the smallest fish was at least a meter long. Whenever people got close to them, the fish used their tails to smack them.
 Visitors felt that it was impossible for someone to eat one of these fish in their lifetime.
 Then one day, Yan Ran arrived at the fish pond. This new boss was not only beautiful and exquisite, but also an excellent chef. After that, the style of the show changed.
 “This fish is too fat, it will affect its health. It can be made into sweet and sour fish!
 “The weather’s been very cold recently, so the grass carp might struggle to survive. I’ll make them into boiled fish!”
 “Urgh, how can catfish whiskers roll like noodles? The ugliness is blinding! Well, lets braise them!”
 One day when Yan Ran was about to eat a live fish on his show, a big glowing fish appeared in his tank.
 Live visitors: ▼_▼
 Koi King( Koi : A fish that represents good luck): ▼_▼
 Yan Ran: So big, needs two grills, one for salty and one for spicy! [JPG(Picture): Excited Cat Ears]
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 Strange recovery, the whole world is rampant with strange monsters, everyone is in danger. 
 There is a snack bar in a deep alley in Liangcheng, but it is open every day. 
 There is a small blackboard at the door of the store with a few lines written on it. 
 【Food provided today】 
 [Fried sticks: 5 points/one resentful soul] 
 [Golden Egg Fried Rice: 100 Points/Evil One] 
 ... 
 【Long-term acquisition】 
 [Wraith: 10 points] 
 [Evil: 200 points] 
 [Li Wei...] 
 [Red clothes... 
 [Our store member usage rules] 
 [Member Half Price] 
 ... 
 A monk once ate porridge in the shop, later became an arhat, and exterminated countless strange monsters. 
 A Taoist priest tasted a dish, then broke into the restricted area alone, and returned home with the ghost king's head. 
 A Confucian scholar once drank three glasses of wine, and then protected the city for a hundred years with awe-inspiring righteousness, so that evil and sycophants would not invade. 
 Those with swords... 
 Legend has it that the owner of the shop is a kitchen god from hell. Every time he goes out to look for ingredients, ghosts and monsters always disappear out of thin air.
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 The miracle is hidden, but now the gods are above. 
 When the light rises and the blazing sun sets, time goes against the flow. 
 … 
 ﻿Ubermo was in charge of the empire, hidden in the Chaldean order...
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 Lin Yi failed the college entrance exams and chose a diploma mill university.
 And as deserving of a diploma mill university, the first line of the admission letter read:
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 Zhangsun Zijun and Yi Xichen are the protagonists of the novel “Record of Nine Thousand Vicissitudes.” One is solid and reserved; the other is free-spirited and uninhibited. As fellow disciples under the same master who grew up together, the two have a deep friendship that was strengthened by their numerous life and death adventures together.
 However, in a popular yaoi fanfiction, the personalities of these two characters is completely OOC. Zhangsun Zijun turned into an insanely jealous, insatiable s*x addict madly in love with his wife Yi Xichen. Yi Xichen turned into a sweet, delicate little angel. Their daily life was full of kinky bedroom activities…
 Suddenly, the Zhangsun Zijun character from the fanfiction was transported into the world of the original novel.
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 The white fox cries in mourning, and the living corpse digs into the grave... 
 In this world, ghosts eat people and demons eat people. The story has just begun. 
 The new book "I Have a Golden Coffin" has been released!
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 Therefore, according to legend:
 Demons can transform into adults, hide in the crowd, and choose people to eat.
 “I have drunk the wind, swallowed the sand, and wandered under the clouds.”
 Dianwei swallowed the gluttonous food, he became stronger again, and he lifted the billion catties of Meteor Chain Hammer in his hand, his eyes calm and distant.
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 Chi Nan was the young man in one of the Top 10 forbidden paintings, the Crying Boy. It was said that he would bring disaster, so his memories were sealed and his soul was locked in the painting.
 One day, Chi Nan entered the body of a blind young master who died accidentally. The young master was the owner of this forbidden painting. However, Chi Nan had stayed in the painting for a long time. He lost the happiness and sadness of human beings. The only emotion he could show on his face was: tears.
 Chi Nan made three wishes to the gods: regain his vision, stop crying and get his memories back.
 Thus, he was invited into the world of terror, the Nightmare Cycle. Break the nightmares to gain points and grant his wishes.
 Ordinary players: Ahhh, it is terrible! I want to wake up!
 Meanwhile, Chi Nan moved through the nightmares, grabbing small skeletons at the crane machine in the amusement park at midnight, building ice sculptures with corpses in a snowy country’s mass grave and dancing with a fierce ghost in a life-threatening waltz until dawn.
 The dreams were really good. There were endless games, ghosts who tried to amuse him and a mysterious boss who sent him good medicine every day.
 Chi Nan cried happily but when he cried, the ghosts of the world trembled.
 ***
 The owner of the body was called You Yu and he suspected that he didn’t die accidentally. In order to understand the truth behind his death and be reborn in his body, he sold his soul to the world called the ‘Nightmare Cycle.’ He became the dream maker behind the scenes, conscientiously creating dreams of terror.
 He didn’t expect that he would meet his body in the infinite nightmare he created with his own hands. The user of the body was a bigshot who loved to shed tears. This person was diligent in going through the instances to earn points and restore vision for him.
 Thus, You Yu secretly added the sweetest honey to medicine and sent it to Chi Nan at midnight every day. So why did the little crybaby cry again after drinking it?
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 Living for the sole aim of escaping!
 ‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.
 Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.
 She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?
 Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…
 It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!
 [“What does the empire mean to you?” After asking this, the Crown Prince smiled so very beautifully. And then he killed me.] Unfortunately, Asili kept coming back to life, and continued to be killed over and over again. As she continued to relive her deaths, she slowly lost her smile and changed.
 …Let’s try to survive first.
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 “What can I do for my elder brother?”
 “Well.”
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 Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.
 “Call my name.”
 “…”
 My head quickly snapped up.
 “Call me… Amoru.”
 His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.
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