The Adventures of Otome Travel by Nühan Paper

It felt like she had been asleep for centuries, and when Cang Ye woke up with back pain, leg cramps and body pain, she could only sigh, that is: Wow, brother is still alive!Fortunately, when I opened my eyes, I didn't see that strange uncle with his own ghostly aura!

After checking her physical condition, she was really relieved after confirming that she hadn't been caught in one way or another, but she was a little puzzled when she saw her long black hair.

"This length is about the same as mine, isn't it! Did you put it back on?!" She didn't even look at the terrain and scenery around her, she was so excited that she jumped out of bed to look for a mirror, but because she was too anxious, she didn't pay attention to her feet and her whole body was weak. So I tripped over the quilt and... it was a tragedy.

She fell face-on to the carpet under the bed with a dull thud - she was still on the bed from the calf down.

"Fuck! What I'm thinking in my mind is to use my hands to support the ground and roll around on the ground to cushion it. Before, whether it was my own body or Yaxue's body, I could easily complete this action. Why is Mao's whole body now Not listening!!!”

She clutched her sore nose from the fall, held back her tears, and sulked to herself.

Unfortunately, there was a knock on the door.

Cang Ye was in so much pain that he had no intention of getting up from the ground other than rubbing his nose and wiping his tears and waiting for the pain to pass.

"Pfft... koyori (こより), what's wrong with you? You just woke up and your body hasn't recovered yet, so how can you get out of bed casually!" A woman's uncontrollable laughter sounded at the door, and there was tenderness and concern in the reproach. Then footsteps approached...

(Fuck! Why is it still in Japanese! Where did I go? Could it be that I’m still in the erotic world without wearing it at all?! And why is this voice so familiar yet so awkward! Who is Koyori, you bastard!) Quickly After spit out a series of troughs, she felt that she was gently lifted up and carried back to the bed.She quickly wiped away her tears and blinked vigorously, trying to see what the person in front of her looked like. When she saw it clearly, she felt terrified.

"Mother...Master Mother...(Okasama)"

(Why did my mother's face become a Two-dimensional version! Although it looks much better than the three-dimensional one...)

The woman in front of Cang Ye quickly raised her hand to touch her forehead and muttered helplessly: "The fever is gone, why are you still talking nonsense?"

Then he turned up the volume and said to her with a very serious expression: "How many times have I said it, our family doesn't do that, you don't have to deliberately change your words and deeds just because there are a lot of young masters and ladies from rich families in your school! Anyway, no matter how well we do, we can’t escape the jealous accusations of being nouveau riche, so why make ourselves so uncomfortable? Anyway, we earn our money by ourselves, although there is also an element of luck, But you just need to be your 'Aohyi koyori' frankly! Also! As long as there are no annoying rich people in front of you, you can call me Kachan (an affectionate name for mother) or mama!"

"that……"

"Mom believes in your self-control and brains. You are the only child that your father and I are proud of. From now on, everything in the family will be yours, so don't treat yourself so harshly. Anyway, the only thing poor in the family is money, just spend it. How to exchange money for happiness is also a science. Don’t pretend to be poor just because you are afraid of gossip. You are no worse than anyone... Your illness this time is due to too much psychological pressure, irregular life, acclimatization and cold , This has never happened before in the United States. Is the environment in Japan really under too much invisible pressure... and the people here are too talkative, which is really annoying. Mom understands you! But there is no way, Who made Dad miss his hometown and transfer all his business here! Yo sauce has to stand up! If you think it’s really not possible, I can persuade your dad to send you back to the United States."

"that……"

"By the way, you haven't practiced a musical instrument for several days. You look better now, don't disappoint Teacher Lisa's expectations of you! Although you didn't go to the music department because there were no harp majors in school , it doesn’t mean that you can waste the hard-earned skills, mom is still waiting to hear you play, and it’s good to play with mom~!”

"Hi……"

"You drink this bowl of porridge first, or you will lose all your strength and fall down halfway."

Cang Ye didn't have the energy to complain anymore, so he silently took it and drank the warm but tasteless vegetable porridge in one gulp, feeling much better immediately.

"By the way, when you were in a coma, Xiang Sui, Xiao Zhi and Mio called to visit you, but because you hadn't woken up, I refused to let them make the trip in vain. In less than half a month, you have made so many good friends, mom is so happy."

He had saved countless slots before and didn't spit it out, but at this moment when he heard the words of the lord mother, Cang Ye was stunned for a long time as if he was struck by five thunders, immersed in a different dimension, and he didn't even notice when the lord mother left.

(This...what's the situation? I look exactly like my own mother, but her gentle and excessive personality and appearance are completely two-dimensional. The mother-in-law who speaks neon words, the family background of the nouveau riche, the children who returned from the country, and finally said What?! Xiang Sui, Star Academy?! Did I put on the golden strings? She said my name is 'A Oh Yi Koyori', although it doesn't sound bad, but it's a magical name. I don't have any idea why have?!)

Cang Ye couldn't bear it any longer and got up, trying to find his name in the drawer of his schoolbag.

However, as soon as she took out the first notebook without any effort, she saw the name on it - [Cang Xiaoye].

Cang Ye couldn't help but twitch, and paused for a few seconds strangely...

(Holy shit! What’s the matter with this name? Hey! The extra ‘Xiao’ is a miracle! ‘Cang Ye’ is enough, why do Mao need to add the word ‘Xiao’?! Xiao Ye Just for Xiao Ye, because Mao should be pronounced as 'koyori' instead of the cool 'saya' or the commoner 'sayo'! Isn't this intentional to make people read it wrong! But fortunately, this 'aoi' is not written as' Aoi ’, otherwise, with the shadow of the previous erotic games, maybe because I feel cursed by Cang teacher, I can’t think about it for a while, it’s okay, it’s okay... the notebook says 1 groups per year, it seems that I am in the same class as Xiang Sui, It is now... December 2th, which means that the second semester of the first grade has just ended, and it is currently on winter vacation. I still have a few days of vacation to adapt to time travel... Hey, I am too lazy to think about what is going on, anyway Living here in Qingshui farming and watching handsome guys watching the excitement is much better than being a butter heroine...)

Thinking of this, she raised her hands in disgust to straighten her hair that hadn't been washed for at least three days, and planned to take a shower first.There is a bathroom in her room. After confirming that her appearance is the Two-dimensional version of her freshman high school image a few years ago, she calmly soaked in hot water in a very spacious bathtub. After taking a bath, she changed into new pajamas after washing herself, feeling refreshed, and then she began to investigate things about this little night and the surrounding environment.

I looked around my room. The color is cool and the decoration is still new. The layout is very grand. It doesn’t feel like an ordinary Japanese house is cramped and overutilized, and the taste is not too vulgar. It can be seen that the owner of this body and his parents have good taste. IQ is not too bad.

She opened the curtains and looked out of the window. The yard of this house is huge.The backyard has a courtyard landscape, and there is a garden and a greenhouse on the side. Many tall trees are planted in the yard and around the house. The gate of the outer wall is quite a distance from the house.The nearest neighbor's house is at least 100 meters away from her house, which shows that this is either a suburb or a wealthy area.

(No... the speed of collecting information just like this is too slow, since this time travels again, is there no cheating tricks? Heavenly Father, tell me what to do next... I don’t know anything. How can I survive, for example, the password of this bank card is related to my pocket money in the future...)

'4826'

These numbers suddenly appeared in her mind, and she suddenly realized that this was the password she wanted to know.

(Could it be that as long as I think about it, the information about the original owner of the body can be read without me having to look it up in the diary? Thank you, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit!)

Then she sat cross-legged on the bed and began her "meditation" career.

Cang Xiaoye was born in the United States. Her father went to study in the United States when she was young. After graduation, she struggled to start a business there. At the beginning of her business, she was admitted to a hospital due to fatigue and met her mother there.It is said that Cang Ye’s mother ran away from home in anger for some reason when she was young, severed all ties with the family, and earned money in the United States by herself. After completing her studies, she worked as a doctor in a large private hospital and never talked to anyone. Mention something about her family.At that time, they had each been in the United States for several years, and the two quickly sparked an American love in the relationship between doctors and patients. People around thought that this love would end soon, but the promising mother at that time Without hesitation, he agreed to the marriage proposal of his father, who had just started his career at that time. The relationship between the two has been sticky, sticky, greasy, crooked, harmonious and harmonious for many years...

(Cover face... It's really a vulgar fairy tale, but it's enviable. The father of this body really looks like my own father... It's hard to imagine my incarnation of a civil servant father who seeks stability and truth Hey, doers go to the sea to make a fortune! Although my mother is still a doctor, she has a serious face for thousands of years and turns into a soft finger. She is so considerate and considerate to me, which can only be seen in my dreams...Compared to my father's, it's not bad. Yes Oh, the musical instrument! My old lady just said what a musical instrument?! I can only play a little piano, and the only one who is confident that I can finish the violin now is the little star! Hey! Don’t bring out things like the accordion and clarinet that can’t be played on the table. OTZ... It's better to let me go up with my bare hands and perform the vocal music I am proud of, although almost all of them are self-taught OTZ)

Thinking of this, the scenes of the original version of Cang Xiaoye learning and practicing the harp day after day and year after year appeared in his mind, mixed with the clips of learning the violin and piano learning the guitar by himself.

"My God, does this guy know so many musical instruments?! My mother also hypocritically said that she should be herself. Isn't this because she is afraid of being looked down upon by others so that the poor child can learn this and that in order not to lose face in the comparison?" !!! No, I'm going to try to see how far God has opened it up!" Talking to herself like this, she found the practice room exclusively for Xiao Ye based on the information she searched.

When she opened the door and went in, she blurted out - this damn rich man!

The practice room is large enough to accommodate a small symphony orchestra. It is surrounded by soundproof walls. There are several large cabinets next to the walls, and countless CDs and music scores are placed in different categories.On the other side of the shelf are boxes that apparently hold various musical instruments.

She opened it and saw violins, violas, cellos, trumpets, classical guitars, flutes/piccolos, clarinets/oboe... even triangle irons were found, each of which seemed to be a famous product with a long history, but it seemed that it hadn't been seen for a long time Has been used - from this point she finally saw the strength of their family's nouveau riche.

In the middle of the practice room are a pure white grand piano and a 47-string harp with seven pedals.

She first sat in front of the piano she was most familiar with.Cang Ye started learning piano at the age of five, and passed the piano eighth grade in the fourth grade of elementary school. After that, her mother no longer hired a teacher, and let her figure out the practice alone, at least four hours a day.Before entering junior high school, I heard my parents argue, pretended to be rebellious and asked to live in school, so I completely put down the piano. I felt relieved and felt empty at the same time. Later, because I couldn’t play music and felt very empty, I started to learn vocal music by myself. Become an instrument yourself...

She still can't forget the content of that dispute——

"Husband, our family Cang Ye is very talented in music, should you consider cultivating her and sending her to the music academy in the future?"

"It's not that you don't know the situation at home. In the past few years, in order to cultivate her musical literacy, she has hired so many teachers and bought pianos, violins, and accordions. She can learn any of them so quickly. It will be a bottomless pit in the future. The money in the family is basically nothing. Not enough to burn. As you can see, now in our small place, no one can continue to teach her piano, and the most important thing is - I always feel that she is reluctant to learn and practice. No matter how talented you are, it's hard to achieve. After all, she herself refused to take the tenth piano exam, didn't she?"

"She is not sensible now, but on that day, she will realize that she likes to play from the bottom of her heart!"

"We can't afford to bet on this, the risk is too great! She has such a good mind, and if she studies hard in the future, her future will definitely be much better than music!"

"That being said, but..."

"Needless to say, when she was a child, I agreed to let her learn musical instruments just to cultivate her sentiment to be as good as other children's children. Don't be so vulgar like us. Now the goal has been achieved, so don't force it anymore."

At that time, Cang Ye saw her mother lowered her head showing a somewhat lonely expression through the crack of the door.

At this time, she herself realized how hypocritical it was to show her boredom with the day-to-day practice in the previous rebellious mental attack.

Two years later, when she returned home during the summer vacation, she accidentally overheard a similar conversation——

"Husband, today Cang Ye's art teacher at school is also my junior high school classmate XX, who came to visit and said that he wanted to accept her as a student to learn painting, and emphasized that there would be no tuition fees..."

"what happened?"

"He said that the paintings that Cang Ye handed in in the art class were better than those of his students who had studied painting for four years. He said that her talent was rare in decades. If she cultivated well, she would definitely be able to enter the Central Academy of Fine Arts in the future. ..."

"Go and reject his kindness, just say that we Cang Yezhi is not here, and learning to paint is a waste of time. Only those who have studied badly and have no future will do painting!"

"but……"

"What's the use of being good at painting? How many people have studied painting in ancient and modern times, and how many are really famous painters? And the tuition is too expensive for us to afford. Besides, she got the second place in the whole grade in this midterm exam, and she will be able to pass the exam in the future." Focusing on saving is a certainty.”

The old lady stopped talking.

It’s really bad to have too much talent—at that time, I heard Cang Ye in the corner draw such a conclusion, so I hypnotized myself: Painting is very boring and boring, and it’s no pity to give up.Then she forgot about it and continued to struggle in her studies. Later, she had the story of wanting to fill in the forensics major when filling out the college entrance examination volunteers.

When squatting at home playing the golden strings, she would often think: If I had depended on my parents to continue learning the piano, what would I have become? Frank Cangye?

God sent her here to open another door for her to start over?

If so, she thanked the gods.

She lifted the lid of the piano, rubbed her fingers and shook her hands, fixed the tone, played, and played the Fantasia Impromptu in C-sharp Minor that she used to play most often when there was no one around.

She felt that the proficiency of this piece of music could prove that she had the technical ability of the tenth grade of piano, and the melody was very suitable for the messy state of mind at that time. Playing and playing always produced a strange resonance, as if the backlog of pressure in her heart It's as refreshing as venting your unhappiness through screaming and shouting.

But she was secretly angry with her parents. After graduating from elementary school, she never touched the piano when there were people, which means that she is very good at hands now, and she is very good at it.

After getting stuck N times and playing wrong N times, she finally played it completely, then closed the piano and let out a heavy sigh.Compared with the previous gap, she felt as if she had lost love (although she had never been in love at all). If she wanted to get back to her previous level, it would be as difficult as getting back the boyfriend she ruthlessly dumped. Cover your face!

The original Cang Xiaoye had only learned the piano for more than a year, and she was only at the third level of the piano. Her experience is useless and justified, the key is-the harp.

She sat in front of the harp, arranged the position of the music stand and the music score, and after glancing at her callused fingers, she followed the memory of her body and the spontaneous instructions in her mind to play a relatively simple and soothing farewell song.

She has listened to many versions of this song, including the harp version CD, but this is the first time she heard the sound of the harp at such a close distance. The playing speed can be adjusted at will according to her own wishes. She is really moved. arrive.

(Why is the harp so dreamy! This uncle can finally pretend to be the true Goddess Salvation (fudge) more ignorant flirtatious men and flirtatious women! Hey!)

"Lily's magic violin is so weak compared to the implanted plug-in like this uncle! Wow Kaka..."

At this moment, the doors in the practice room were suddenly opened, and her triumphant laughter turned into a loud coughing sound.

"Come back to practice when your body is fully recovered. At that time, you can practice all night however you want. Now, immediately, lie back on the bed and rest!" They were all stuck in their throats.

"Hi, Kachan." She went back to the room and lay down under surveillance, then closed her eyes and recalled the life of Cang Xiaoye, so as to avoid any troubles in the future.

(However, the beginning of Mary Su’s farming is really wonderful. You can watch Hino’s troubles, progress, and love by her side. Although the three-dimensional love is very troublesome, maybe I can hook up with a chaotic person that she missed. I will never give up on God~~ah, my uncle can become a cashier one day, how can life be so beautiful!)

She seems to have seen her dazzling tomorrow, drooling with a silly smile...

(No! Wait! Speaking of which plot is this golden string going?! Game, animation or manga?!)

She quickly got up and began to rack her brains to write a backup plan...