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 "Can you guys be quiet?"
 A tall, thin man wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves stepped out from the front of the line.
 Although his voice was cold and low, it immediately interrupted everyone's discussion about Fan Ning.
 This is Meric, the leader of a grade group in the Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.
 The Conservatory of Music divides students into three major groups:
 The first group is popular majors such as piano, voice, and string music with a relatively large number of students.
 The second group is Wind Instruments and Percussion Instruments, each with a small number of people but many categories: flute, clarinet, oboe, bassoon, French horn, tuba, trumpet, trombone, timpani, and triangle.
 The first two groups are performance majors, while the third group includes musicology, composition, conducting, arts management, etc.
 Ram Cecil, who had met Fan Ning, was the leader of the third grade group and a leader in the composition department.
 The leader of the group, Merich, is a piano genius recognized by the college and has made great achievements in the field of composition. He premiered his own "Piano Concerto No. 1" at the New Year's Concert in his sophomore year, although it was only a childish one. student style, but people who can do this are rare in ten years.
 "Why don't you sign up for a large-scale production? Why are you so rude? Are there fewer people coming to try your luck every year?"
 Meric looked around at everyone coldly.
 "The professors will be here soon, please observe your gentleman and lady etiquette."
 The prestige of the piano genius' group leader was very useful, and the crowd was temporarily quiet.
 "Caroën Fan Ning, do you also want to write a large-scale orchestral piece?" A mellow and gentle voice suddenly came from behind Fan Ning.
 "Hello, Dean!"
 "Hello Professor Gould!"
 "Dean, you came here early."
 Everyone, including Fan Ning, saluted.
 The short old man in front of him is Belen Gould, the dean of the Saint Lenia Conservatory of Music. He has shiny black hair, is energetic, has bright eyes, and often smiles.
 "Yes, Dean, I want to write a symphony when I graduate." Fan Ning replied.
 "Huh? Did I hear you correctly?" Cecil seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, "You also want to write a symphony?"
 "You want to write a symphony at such a young age? Does he know how difficult it is? It starts with four movements, at least more than 40 minutes in length, and requires familiarity with the functions and characteristics of all instruments. Does he think he has the talent of Master Gilles? "
 "Even if you have this talent, you will lose your skills if you follow Professor Conor, right?"
 Even though the dean was present, the whispers behind him could be heard again.
 Gould raised his hand to stop the discussion, and then said to Fanning: "The symphony is not that simple, but I am looking forward to it. I will see your performance in the improvisation later."
 "Thank you." Fan Ning bowed.
 "Soon, I will be able to confirm that mysterious text message again." He thought to himself.
 "And you will eventually understand that Professor Anton Konard is a great master composer."
 The registration queue soon reached Fan Ning. He picked up the top one among the stacked envelopes. The gray-black outside felt delicate and thick, with the number 6 written in light-colored fonts, and the disassembly opening was sealed with white wax.
 Write your name and information on the registration form, then walk off the stage and find your seat.
 "Caron, here, here!"
 Under the dim light of the auditorium, where the lights were not fully turned on, a boy with curly hair on his head, wearing a cotton shirt and a new dark vest in the back row leaned out half of his body.
 Fan Ning forced out a smile, a small but sincere smile: "Calvin, it's quite early for you to come."
 "Fortunately, I got in line early." Calvin raised the white envelope in his hand, "You are too daring to play. I write a piano sketch without any hope of being selected. You write a symphony... I Oh my god, just thinking about what it would be like if I went on stage to improvise, my hands start to tremble..."
 This was Fan Ning's roommate when he was in first and second grade. They were both majoring in the same field, and they usually had a good relationship.
 The University of St. Lenia has long implemented a compulsory boarding system with simple accommodation conditions and advocates the cultivation of diligent and simple gentleman character. This system was optimized ten years ago and was limited to boarding for the first two years. Along with the reform, women's admission channels were also smoothed.
 After Fan Ning sat down next to him, Calvin lowered his voice again: "By the way, I heard about Professor Anton Konar."
 "There are already many people who know about it. I think the obituary will be issued early tomorrow morning." Fan Ning's voice was very calm.
 "I deeply regret and feel sad." Calvin obviously knew the relationship between Fan Ning and Professor Anton. "Even if you are not a music major, most of them have studied his "General History of Music in the Western Continent" and "Introduction to the Evolution of Performance Styles" "Introduction to the Evolution of Composition Techniques" and other courses, Professor Anton may seem old-fashioned and pedantic to ordinary people, but I admire his erudition and gentlemanly demeanor very much. I also want to pay his last respects at the funeral."
 "Thank you, Calvin." Fan Ning put his hat on his knee and steadied his cane, "I ask you, have you heard that something happened to some of your classmates?"
 "Of course I know! There are two of them, right? I don't know about the other one, but Furkan Harvey is from the piano department of our college. It's terrible. Tell me, what can you see that can force you to go against your physiological structure? into the piano? Or is there some indescribable external force?"
 When this happened, Calvin was obviously frightened.
 "Are they two people?" Fan Ning asked again.
 "Two, right? They are all classmates from the same school. If there are others in such a big event, even if we don't know the details, it is impossible that there is no news at all."
 Fan Ning was secretly curious: "Then what about the two human silhouettes I saw on the stage when I just crossed over? Could it be that they are not dead people, or at least not the two classmates who communicated with me after class?"
 If there is such a possibility, his psychological burden will at least be lighter.
 "To be precise, there are three. Alas, there is also Teacher Anton." Seeing that Fan Ning has been silent, Calvin added.
 "By the way, Carloen, there seems to be a rumor that their deaths are related in some way. Don't you often discuss music with Teacher Anton? Be careful recently."
 Then he looked at Fan Ning with a worried look.
 Fan Ning sighed and wanted to talk about something else: "Your cane looks valuable. Hey, what have you been busy with for more than a month?"
 "I found a part-time job." Calvin is heartless and answers whatever he wants.
 "Oh? Where? How's the salary?"
 "It's unimaginable. Four days a week, easy work, only 3-4 hours a day. I can get about 5 pounds a week now. If the performance is good in the future, it may even exceed 4 pounds and 5 pounds."
 "As a student, the part-time job is enough to ensure the quality of my daily life and even maintain decent social expenses. Hey, but the specific content is confidential. I have signed an agreement with my employer." He said this. He looked mysterious again.
 Hearing this description, Fanning looked strange.
 Brother, you didn't figure it out and engaged in some kind of "I don't want to struggle" career? ?
 At this time, the gas lamps on the walls around the auditorium were all turned on, and the three sets of chandeliers on the ceiling lit up together-the latter used the latest electric lighting technology, hundreds of complex crystal arrays complemented each other, making the originally dim hall present a magnificent effect.
 Fanning's focus fell on the nine-foot black Boethius piano in the center of the stage light.
 It was a huge thing that was hard to look away from, violent yet elegant, profound yet aggressive…
 It was beautiful.
 Just like the Steinway piano on the blue planet.
 No matter in the past or present life, they were the physical products that Fanning was most obsessed with, without a doubt.
 His fingertips slid across the black envelope containing the test questions, and he began to imagine what the test questions for improvisation would be and what he would play.
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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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 【Vampires, werewolves, technology, potions, ghosts, cyborgs, divination, puppets, all the scary elements you can think of, this world has them. 】 
 Lin En traveled to such a strange world and became an apprentice in a pharmacy. 
 "This person is wrong! He never uses anesthesia when performing surgery on people!" 
 "That is a black shop! As long as you go in without any disease, they will check you out of a lot of diseases!" 
 "But it's not right? Isn't that store the best pharmacy within a hundred miles?" 
 "Of course it is the best! Because there is only one store within a hundred miles!!" 
 Lin En hates all kinds of slander above, because he knows that he is obviously a very ethical and conscientious doctor. This kind of rumor is really not recommended. 
 Lin En raised the electric saw and looked at the patient tied to the operating table seriously. 
 "Customer, please bear with it for a while, I will cut your appendix."
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 A data loving young man from Earth has an accident which transports him to a dark land filled with terrifying creatures and magical powers. Fortunately for him, he has a Biological Assistance Chip to ease his path. However, things in this bizarre and strange world are not always as they seem, and, though it is a tremendous asset, the chip doesn’t always work as expected. With all of the crazy creatures and magical mayhem around him, one can only wonder what the future holds for this young man…
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 [You have entered the dungeon at Gwachun Station’s 1st Exit.] When former high school student Kang Woojin finds himself returned back to Earth after being forcibly summoned to a foreign planet for 20 years, he soon finds that Earth is not the same, normal place as he once remembered it to be.
 With his former strength and age reset back to zero, watch Kang Woojin as he gets back on the path to becoming the Earth’s strongest Necromancer!
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 Your Highness (Princess), please give us your advise.
 She is the 23rd century top miracle doctor, but harmed by the person she trusted the most overnight.
 Opening her eyes once again, her soul actually possessed the body of a small baby from a different world.
 A pair of bewitching, violet-coloured eyes and a head of violet-coloured hair.
 15 years later, a powerful and talented out-of-the-world beauty emerged.
 Countless men were attracted and competed to get her.
 Morever, there was also an overbearing, black-bellied man persistently bothering her, vowing to imprison her by his side.
 “Woman, you are mine.”
 She threw an icy glance at him, “Just you? Are you worthy?”
 She swore not to easily trust anyone anymore, no one can walk into her heart anymore.
 When the cold and strict black-bellied Emperor threw away his integrity to chase after the ruthless woman, and they butted head with each other strongly in every turn, what kind of sparks will be created between them?
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 Six months ago, tens of thousands of black phantom towers appeared all over the world, floating above the cities. Chemists, physicists, religious people… all of them could do nothing.
 Six months later, people became used to the towers and no longer paid them attention.
 One day, Tang Mo saw a flying insect crash into it instead of going through it. The next day, a sharp and clear child-like voice issued an announcement to all humans.
 “Ding dong! November 15th, 2017. The earth is online.”
 The black tower’s three iron-clad rules:
 1. Everything is explained by the black tower.
 2. 6 o’clock to 18 o’clock is the game time.
 3. All players, please strive to attack the tower.
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 Chen Qing, who was suffering from ALS, found a mirror in his ancestral home one day. 
 He discovered that he seemed to be able to communicate with the people in the mirror. 
 As the exchange deepened, Chen Qing gradually discovered that the people in the mirror came from humans thousands of years in the future. 
 Thousands of years later, during a disaster called the "Cataclysm," a force called "pollution" swept across the world. Once contaminated, knowledge and items began to possess terrifying supernatural power. 
 They have all become "taboos" and extraordinary cornerstones that cannot be known! 
 However, Chen Qing thousands of years ago was not affected. 
 “So the phrase ‘Heaven and Earth are unkind’ in the Tao Te Ching is forbidden knowledge that can destroy everything?” 
 "Can the full text of the Hippocratic Oath help doctors advance?" 
 "The chaotic opening ceremony of the last Olympic Games could turn anyone who saw it into a corrupt monster?" 
 “Can emojis revitalize people’s spirits and lead them to the extraordinary path?” 
 Chen Qing was confused when he heard the news about the person in the mirror. 
 Is there something wrong with this future “pollution”? ! 
 In order to get the secret that can help him cure his illness, Chen Qing began to act as a being who calls himself the "Lord of Truth". 
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 In an S-class forbidden object called the "Invisible Mirror", there is a being who cannot be seen directly. 
 You can get all information from Him, whether it is the secret of promotion or ancient secrets. 
 As long as you can afford the price. 
 "What price are you willing to pay for that forbidden knowledge today?" 
 The authority of the "Lord of Truth" fell gently, and his chuckle was like the echo of the stars.
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 《Live Action Murder Mystery》Case File:
 A live script acting, deductive reasoning game. 
 Poor performances result in death.
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 If you draw the Deceased Card, please follow the script accordingly and die; 
 If you draw the Murderer Card, you might be the real murderer, please ensure that you conceal your identity; 
 Detective, please try your best to guide the players and find the real murderer, or else you will be met with the death penalty.
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 Have you drawn the Murderer Card this day?
 ——–【System Reminder 】———
 Please obey the character design set by the script during enactment, by no means OOC; 
 Inferences should be made with the script settings as the norm, by no means diverge your thoughts; 
 The system has the final right to interpretation, have a happy game!
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 Gong + Shou: “A pair of As.”
 System: “Can’t afford it.”
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 Ghosts, demons, clowns, murderers, and deformed people are raging in the world, and the people of the Chosen Land are living in dire straits. 
 Robb, carrying the Book of Containment, came to the world and was about to spread the gospel. Wait... 
 This is not the right start! 
 Listening to the girl lying on top of him crying and repeating "I'm sorry". 
 The future father of the people, the only savior, the world's most powerful exorcist, medium, heavenly master, and supreme wizard felt panicked. 
 Could it be...that my head is a little green? 
 PS: American Horror Story Season 3 Coven Opening
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 Praise the Orc! is about Jung Ian, a cafe owner with a dark past, jumping into the world of virtual reality in order to protect his sister from any predators. However, things may not be as simple as he first believed them to be. Witness as he explores the lands of Elder Lord as an orc, a species labeled as the “game creator’s mistake”, defeating any and all before him!
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 The Maritime Queen has arrived. Losers get out of the way! Father and brother ruined, mother dead in vain, family fortune stolen. Crossing over from another world, Ling Qingyu swore to the heavens: you will return all that you have taken from me! She relies on her talent, knowledge and tremendous courage to build a merchant empire step by step. By coincidence, she attracts many talented, handsome men to her flag: traveling abroad requires a loyal and cold-blooded killer, a gentle general who sweeps through thousands, a peerless and free-spirited scholar…
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 Hello passengers, please show your ticket, the special train to the abyss is about to depart. 
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 PS: To put it simply, it is an underground adventure story full of life, harmony, love, healing and kindness.
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 The arrival of origin ability era. Many berserk beasts spawned. Humans with superpowers blooming like mushrooms. Su Hao is just an ordinary 3rd year high school student who had mastered a lowly grade origin ability named 
 “Model analysis”.
 However, when he was creating a character model in his mind by analyzing the opposing side’s ability, a crazy idea echoed in his mind. What would happen if he creates a model of the entire world? This would imply that he… would be like a God, controlling the world!
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