[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

He suddenly had an absurd but realistic guess, perhaps, this piece of music was "his" favorite during his lifetime.

Why do you think so?

Yan Lu felt that she must be crazy, or in other words, all her cognition all along was overthrown and reshaped at this moment.Moreover, he had a terrible premonition that if he continued to play this piece, something would happen again.

Facts have proved that, as a man, his sixth sense is surprisingly accurate.Yan Zhen played and played, and suddenly felt a little cold on his left side. This kind of cold is not something ordinary people can bear. Soon, half of his body was almost frozen, but even so, his fingers could move Uncontrollably playing notes that are not very beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, a black key next to his hand suddenly dented inexplicably.Then Yan Lu's eyes widened in horror, because he found that not only one key would be dented, but gradually, more and more keys were dancing freely.

They look so beautiful, if you see this scene in a movie, Yan Lu may still be able to sigh its artistry.But when this incident really happened to him, his mood was not so good.

He kind of wanted to run away, get out of this chair.However, he soon discovered that his buttocks were glued to the rubber seat like glue, and he couldn't get up.At the same time, his stones are still out of his control, "dancing" on the keyboard.

like... like...

In Yan Lu's mind, four words slowly emerged, "four-handed playing"!

Someone sat beside me and cooperated with me, wanting to complete this difficult piece!

Yan Lu opened his eyes to the maximum, and suddenly turned his head to the side, but of course he didn't see anything.The place to his left was empty, and there was no one there.Yan Lu seemed to have suddenly realized something, his whole body was stiff, he slowly turned his head back, pretending that nothing happened, but his constantly trembling shoulders completely betrayed him.

At this point, the progress of this song is only half completed.That is to say, I still have to hold on to this chair for a long time.

Yan Lu secretly complained in his heart, but he had no choice but to hold his breath and concentrate all his attention on his two hands.In this way, the playing process became much smoother, and he was no longer as difficult as before. He gradually re-entered the world of music, feeling sad with the beating of the notes.

This feeling is very strange. Apart from the coldness and discomfort it gave him at the beginning, Yan Lu found that he did not reject this unknown creature.On the contrary, he faintly wanted to get close.

As early as when "he" started playing four-handed with him, he had already guessed his identity.Because in Yan Lu's heart, there will be no one else except that one who will appear in this music classroom.

Ni Yue, a former sophomore student at the Academy of Film and Television, committed suicide in front of this piano for unknown reasons.Some people say that it is the curse of the piano itself. People who mainly sit here and play the music will not end well in the end.Others said that he committed suicide because he was disturbed by the unspoken rules of a certain professor in the college.Of course, more people believe that he was already suffering from depression before entering school, and the TV series he took on was just the fuse.

Originally, Yan Lu was more inclined to the last statement, but after he read the diary on the table, he changed his opinion.

Because of my father, in addition to teaching professional courses in the performance department, he also offered an elective course on piano appreciation.

In addition, he once brought him home... Would you choose to teach at home for general elective courses?

how terrible...

Yan Lu thought about it, and the white sweat on his back rose again.

"Are you Ni Yue?" he thought, "If you are, stop playing, okay?"

However, to his disappointment, the playing did not stop. Instead, the song entered the climax/climate ending. The invisible hands just brought Yan Lu into that fictional world.In the last 10 minutes, Yan Lu had no chance to catch his breath. He only knew how to keep playing mechanically...and couldn't stop at all, because the rhythm was too fast.At the same time, there was more and more sweat on his forehead, and most of it flowed down his chin and into his collar, which made him used to the discomfort, but he couldn't spare his hands to scratch it.

He had no choice but to endure it, and in the end, even his expression gradually began to distort.Finally, when he was about to reach his limit, the song ended.

Yan Lu stopped his fingers, feeling almost broken. He really wanted to lie down on the piano to rest, but after a few seconds, he seemed to remember something again, and he started to play with a horrified expression.

He turned his head carefully again, but still saw nothing.For a moment, Yan Lu didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be disappointed.

If it is lost, then what is lost?Yan Lu doesn't know either, he only knows his current state, which is very abnormal.

"Are you... are you still there?" After thinking for a long time, Yan Lu finally asked this question cautiously.

As expected, there was no answer.

His whole shoulders slumped and he didn't know what to do.

After a while, he found that his buttocks could leave the chair, so he stood up, walked around the still piano twice, and knocked everywhere. What are you watching.

If I can walk around at will, it means that the "person" has gone. Where is he going?Will you come back again?

A series of questions, like water in a sponge, filled Yan Lu's heart and couldn't get out.As a result, his mood also became very depressed.

Then, he suddenly discovered a very important problem, the sky has not completely darkened yet!So it's impossible for "he" to go out, otherwise, wouldn't he... lose his soul?

Yan Lu didn't know if this statement was accurate or not, but he read some books, it was indeed recorded like this.

Alas, this is really annoying.

Now what?Let's go back?Come back tonight?But I have already played the piano once, so "he" can't tell me to play the piano again, right?So what are you doing here tonight?

By the way, I heard that their spiritual bodies will only show up after midnight.

Does that mean that if I come at night, I will see his real body?