Seeing that Zhao Xiaosu seemed to be fine, her mother suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.
She sat on the side of Zhao Xiaosu's bed and sighed as she asked Zhao Xiaosu gently.
"Xiaosu, what's wrong with you? I heard from Teacher Wang that you went crazy on stage and scared us.”Zhao Xiaosu's face turned green.
"Mom, don't ask."
When was the last time she called her mother?
Although it was a fusion of memories and skills.
However, in Zhao Xiaosu's opinion, the experience of the first seventeen years in this world was not very immersive for him now. It was even a little unfamiliar.
It had been almost fifteen or sixteen years since she had called her mother.
The atmosphere gradually fell silent.
As if she had made up her mind, her mother gently patted Zhao Xiaosu's head with an apologetic look on her face.
" Xiaosu, your father and I have thought about it, and we are a little too harsh on you. But you have to understand that we are doing this for your own good."
"Mom, I know!"
Zhao Xiaosu nodded heavily.
"I also know what you and Dad expect of me. I will do it, but I still hope that I can pursue what I really like. I also want you to give me a chance to be responsible for my own future.”
He said this very seriously.
His mother was slightly stunned, but she nodded with a complicated expression.
"Child, but I also hope that you can more or less listen to our words. Dad and Mom won't harm you. Look at those rappers and hip-hop dancers. It's not that I'm prejudiced, but this industry is really too chaotic. We're afraid that you'll suffer.”
Zhao Xiaosu's heart trembled, and she was touched.
To be honest, there was really no way to refute this sentence.
The young people in the hip-hop circle of this world were simply too pretentious.
It was on the news from time to time.
It was all negative.
How could his parents not worry?
His mother did not say much.
Late at night, Zhao Xiaosu lay in bed, feeling a little lost about her future life.
He could use this opportunity to take a leave of absence to prepare for the arts examination and temporarily stay away from school.
It was too f * cking embarrassing.
Was it okay to take off his pants on stage?
If that really happened, the nature of urban legends might change.
......
He carefully examined the skills he currently had and the gift bag given to him by the system.
With a few flashes of white light, a round soft plastic bottle with a slender tube appeared in his hand.
Zhao Xiaosu's face twitched.
Caramel.
Why was there such an item in the Newbie Gift Pack?
Could there be some magical effect?
Zhao Xiaosu looked at it carefully and shook his head, shaking off the urge to use it. It would be great if he could put it back. Why did he have to prepare his own drug at home?
As soon as he thought of this, the magical white light flashed again. The drug disappeared from his hand and returned to his Backpack.
woc！
An unexpected surprise!
Although this system looked rather low-end, at least it had a storage space.
He opened the book given out in the novice gift bag.
Waves of information entered his mind.
Zhao Xiaosu's brain suddenly became extremely cool, and he suddenly felt enlightened.
......
However, it seemed to be useless.
He didn't gain knowledge for no reason after opening the book.
What about skill points and experience books?
After trying to drag the skill points, most of the items instantly turned black, while the Elementary Music Arrange, Elementary Singing, and Audible Video Editor lit up.
a click away
These three skills suddenly appeared in the densely packed skill tree.
I tried the same method with the experience book.
As expected, as he used the experience book, the relevant knowledge became clearer in his mind.
Then what was with this training ground entrance ticket?
"Do you want to use it?"
"Yes, sir!"
A wave of dizziness hit him. When he regained consciousness, Zhao Xiaosu was in a blank enclosed space.
There was a piano in a corner of the space, and a violin was placed on the piano cover. On the side of the space was a large mirror in the dance studio, and there was a leg bar on the side of the mirror. There was also a sound system in another corner. Beside the sound system was a bunch of unknown electronic devices, and there was a computer on it.
It was godly!
Zhao Xiaosu looked around curiously.
At the top of the ceiling, there was an electronic clock that was counting down.
【0：59：57】
He understood a little.
This should be a special training space.
Since he was here, he should take it as it was.
Although he had completely fused the skills of his two lives, this was the first time he had tried it properly.
Picking up the violin on the cover, Zhao Xiaosu's eyes revealed a trace of nostalgia, and some of the past hidden in the depths of his memory was evoked.
The bow had already been smeared with pine resin, and the pitch had been adjusted to the best.
The texture of this violin was almost exactly the same as Zhao Xiaosu's own in his previous life.
It was a handmade zither that his mother had given him when he was 11 or 12 years old before his parents had an accident. It was also the only thing his mother had left for him when he was 28 years old.
At that time, a 4/4 adult zither was still a little too big to hold in his hand.
The zither in the space was almost no different from the other one.
Feeling a little agitated, Zhao Xiaosu rested her shoulder on Anhao and placed the zither on her left cheek.
In his memory, the most unforgettable piece of music began to play slowly.
Mr. Ma Sicong's Homesick Song.
When he was very young, this was just a piece of music that he had to practice on the road of learning the violin.
At that time, he was still young and did not know the taste of worry.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaosu picked up the piano again. The music of the Dispatcher sounded with a touch of sadness and sorrow. Zhao Xiaosu's eyes were filled with tears.
In a strange world and strange encounters, it was difficult for Zhao Xiaosu to find a sense of belonging in a short period of time.
Vent!
Through this music, he poured out all his sorrow, discomfort, and nostalgia.
The music gradually became filled with tension and hope.
That's right!
Sorrow will always pass!
With a gentle twist.
Qin Yongcheng's " Seaside Music Poem " sounded.
The beautiful melody gently wiped away the tears in Zhao Xiaosu's eyes.
After experiencing the hope for the future in the second half of " Homesickness," the gentle and beautiful " Seaside Poetry " made Zhao Xiaosu's soul sublimate like a dream, filled with hope and confidence.
This was how adults were.
She laughed and cried.
She cried and cried.
She smiled.
Who knew when the 'Seaside Poetry' that was supposed to be used for the 8th grade exam had become a 10th grade song. In her previous life, when Zhao Xiaosu was taking the tenth grade exam, she was still a junior high school student.
At that time, the exam song was as difficult as Sarasati's Song of the Wanderer.
At that time, even the amateur level 10 players had reached the level of Paganini.
What happened after that?
All the monsters had passed level 10, so the level 10 players 'skills were uneven.
As expected, things like the atmosphere would only become more and more impetuous.
The more he pulled, the more skilled he became.
After the system's integration, Zhao Xiaosu's eyes lit up.
This kind of strength was indeed his peak back then.
A piano?
After putting down the violin and playing the piano, the joy on Zhao Xiaosu's face grew.
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