The cold room and messy A4 paper scattered all over the floor.

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

It was almost dusk, and a trace of light occasionally penetrated into the thick curtains and shone on the man.

He lay on the valuable [Wanwei Keyboard] and could not move for a long time.

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

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

The spider slides down the flexible spider silk.

However, the next second, the figure suddenly moved.

The two vertical spider silks immediately shook wildly. The poor little guy was obviously frightened by the sudden "zombie fraud" and soon hid back to 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 he had opened the thick curtains in five days.

The sun shines in outside the window. The land is desolate and the dust dances.

The figure stared at the window in a daze for a while, and then murmured:

"Have you traveled through time?"

...

The young man in the mirror had deep eyes and was so dark that he was scary, as if he had not eaten or had no food or drink or rest for several days and nights.

The hunger in the belly quickly confirmed this.

In my mind, a large number of memories came like a tide. Although Han Le had been receiving this information very hard, the lack of energy made the progress very slow.

He felt his brain was too dull.

Instinctively, he began to search for food; it was a small pavilion with little furniture except for the bed and desk.

There is no refrigerator, no food, just a pile of garbage.

"How far will it be to starve to death?"

Han Le couldn't help but complain.

He subconsciously wanted to leave the room.

However, at this moment, anxious footsteps came from the stairs.

Dongdongdongdong! Dongdongdongdongdong!

"Han Le! Are you here in Han Le? It's me!"

"It's not a solution for you to lock yourself in the attic all day. I said everything I should have said a few days ago. It's time for you to be sober!"

"Open the door quickly, I'll bring you some food, let's have a good chat after eating."

It was a low male voice.

Han Le took a deep breath and barely got some information clips from the original owner's memory.

The owner of the voice is Song Ye, who is the only friend of the original owner.

"No matter what, let's get something to eat first."

Han Le didn't want to be the first time traveler to starve to death just after traveling.

A squeak.

The door was opened.

A fat man with a shocked expression stood at the door. He was holding a few lunch boxes in his hand. Immediately, the fat man's face was filled with surprise.

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

"Damn, look at your current terrible appearance! If your parents are there, they won't recognize you, right?"

"Isn't it just that he was terminated by his agent, dumped by his girlfriend, and was regarded as a pitiful person by the whole school! What's the big deal!"

Han Le silently snatched the lunch box from the other party and started stuffing things into his mouth.

"That's right!" The fat man looked quite pleased: "Eat! Eat me! How can I have the strength to write a battle song that beats those bastards' faces without eating?"

"Don't be discouraged. If you miss this year's [New Sprout List], you will miss it. At worst, you can come back next year! Don't worry about the messy things in the school. Anyway, you have already completed the school leave for a year, so it's better to do it for another year, as it's invisible."

"Don't worry about anything else. Your Brother Song is also considered a workshop supervisor. Don't live in this small attic. Live with me. Don't worry, you can write war songs freely..."

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

"No need to stop school."

"Don't you stop studying?" Song Ye was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, "Can you do it? He completely gave up martial arts in order to concentrate on writing war songs. Isn't you humiliating yourself when you go to school now?"

"And I heard that the bastard Du Zefeng is still waiting to see you joke. You don't know his methods. Can you bear it with such a thin face?"

"And there is still..."

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

"No need to stop school."

Song Ye was silent and shook his head.

Ten minutes later, Han Le finished eating, and the lunch box Song Ye brought was empty.

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

Han Le suddenly spoke.

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

"I told you a long time ago not to work behind closed doors. We two brothers go out for a walk! They are both big men, and it's not that the sky has fallen. No matter how difficult it is, I will accompany you, and I will grit my teeth and pass it!"

...

The streets at dusk are still busy.

The time was not as late as the light was misled. It was probably because the buildings in this city were too high. The attic where Han Le lived before actually belonged to an old house, and in his memory it was a nail household who refused to demolish it. In fact, only the strange-tempered old lady who had a house with a stray cat could give a rent far lower than the one that should be in this prosperous area.

Han Le and Song Ye stood by the street, and the pedestrians hurriedly passed by, and a translucent particle barrier flashed on the edge of the city, as high as two or three hundred floors.

Not far away, a huge electronic billboard suddenly changed the content.

Song Ye took a look and cursed "unlucky"!

The billboard clearly shows the [New Sprout List] that the new musicians in Tai'an City have fought hard this year -

[NO.1 Zhao Xuan's "Hot Blood Song" (short chapter/completeness 19%)]

[NO.2 Roland's "Fighting in the Sky" (short chapter/completeness 13%)]

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

...

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

Song Ye looked at Han Le with some concern, afraid that the list would stimulate his nerves.

After all, Han Le had the chance to make it on this list half a month ago.

It was just a sudden accident that caused him to fall from the clouds to the bottom. Not only was he terminated by his agent's contract and dumped by his girlfriend, but he also made his promise he made in front of everyone in the school a huge joke.

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

This is the origin of Han Le's time travel.

"New musician? New sprout list?"

Han Le didn't have too many expressions on his face.

Song Ye became even more worried. He grew up with Han Le, knowing his introverted temperament. No matter how sad he was, he would only keep it in his heart.

If you don’t give guidance, something big will happen!

However, what Song Ye didn't know was that something big had happened to the real Han Le.

Standing before him was a soul from the earth.

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

This time, he finally understood what was going on.

"The musical level in this world is actually limited to passionate battle songs and songs?"

"Because of the different laws of the world, the notes in this world are similar to magic rituals, which will have a huge impact on the human body."

"A good war song can greatly increase the strength of warriors; if it is a tragic song written deliberately, it may cause great destruction through a special player."

"The world is respected by warriors because outside the particle barrier of the city, there are a large number of terrible existences called wild beasts; however, there is one type of human being who has a higher status than warriors, that is, a great musician who can create and play war songs!"

"This world...is interesting."
To be continued...