[Quick Transmigration] A cookie for you

Yan Lu was completely shocked by what he said.The things the system just said were simply beyond his cognition. He stood where he was, and didn't even know what expression to put on.

In the end, all he could say was, "Are you kidding me?"

"Am I kidding, you'll know if you go."

"You... why did you suddenly tell me this? You didn't..."

"What am I not? Don't I like to cover up? I just can't bear to see you struggling here, so I just helped you a yard by the way. You are welcome."

"Oh, who will thank you? You think too well." After Yan Lu said this, he stopped talking about the system, but held his map and walked towards the red building without hesitation.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the building would fluctuate, and as he got closer to it, he couldn't see it more clearly.It was as if this music classroom was a building in another dimension, which he could only see but not touch.

This caused a lingering strange feeling to slowly rise in his heart. He only felt that his back was gradually covered with fine and dense beads of sweat, making it sticky and very uncomfortable.

Several times, Yan Lu wanted to reach behind and grab it, but he held back in the end.No matter how entangled his heart was, he finally stood in front of the music classroom.

Observing the red two-story building at close range, Yan Lu found that it was indeed a few years old, and it was full of history.Not to mention the typical red bricks, but the vines and moss covering the entire wall, it seems that people have traveled through time and space, decades or even hundreds of years ago.

At first, Yan Lu didn't understand why there was such a building in such a modern university campus, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment.Think about it later, who hasn't had a past?

If he remembered correctly, the School of Film and Television he was studying now should have a history of 80 to [-] years.The country's first batch of film kings and queens came from here.

Presumably, this music classroom should have witnessed a lot.For decades, I don't know how many people have played the piano in it.

Yan Lu sighed inexplicably, then opened the door and walked in.As soon as he entered, he was choked by a burst of dust, coughing violently, and took several steps back, almost falling directly from the steps.

He didn't think it was evil, but secretly sighed that he was not prepared and should have come wearing a mask.

He opened the door and waited for a while to ventilate inside before walking in slowly.

In the music classroom, the light was very dark, and without the lights on, it was impossible to see what was in front of me.While fumbling for the switch of the chandelier with his hand on the wall, Yan Lv thought strangely, it was still daytime, and it was not night at all, even if it was closed airtightly, after opening the door now, there should be light coming through. Just come in, why is it still so dark?

Could it be that he accidentally entered a different dimension?

Yan Lu was so frightened by his imagination that he couldn't help shivering again.Facing the boundless darkness, he didn't know what happened suddenly, so he shouted, "Is anyone there? I'm Yan Lu!"

As soon as this sentence came out, he himself was scared enough.Because he didn't want to say this at all, or in other words, he didn't want to speak at all.But for some reason, such a sentence just blurted out, as if greeting someone.

Yan Lu thought to himself that he was stupefied, his hands were still groping on the wall, and finally, he hit a button by mistake.

With a soft "pop", the chandelier on the roof was switched on.That chilling feeling disappeared without a trace at that moment.

Yan Lu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in the next second, he suddenly didn't understand, what is the purpose of coming here?

Mind your own business?With this time, it's better to look for other clues and look for his dear.

Until now, he didn't think that his dear would have anything to do with this matter?Of course, at noon, when he saw that photo, he didn't feel any other reason other than "friend at first sight".

With little difficulty, he found the long-abandoned piano in the corner.With just one glance, he was almost certain that this was the legendary piano that had died.

Its lid is still lifted, and it looks like it hasn't been put down in a while.Although the black and white keys have been cleaned, it can still be vaguely seen that there are some pink marks on them, which should be the blood of the boy two years ago.

Driven by some unknown force, Yan Lu made another move that he couldn't understand.He stretched out his hand in a mysterious way, stroked the keys from beginning to end, and then played with his index finger. He thought it was quite easy to use, so he couldn't help playing the first half of an etude.

He can play the piano, which few people know.

He doesn't know whether the "Yan Lu" of this world can play, but judging from the note, the prankster should know him very well.Otherwise, he would not be asked to play the piano directly, instead of telling him to go to the music classroom and wait.

Yan Lu couldn't hold back in the end, and sat down on the chair in front of him.He first put both hands on the keys, played tentatively, and after a smooth flow, he played a complete piece of music.

The sound of the piano flowed out slowly, and in this empty space, there was still an echo, which felt a little distorted in the ears.

But Yan Lu doesn't care about these things, now he is completely immersed in his own world.

What he improvised was a very intense piece, from which you could hear many sounds such as the clash of knives and guns, the sound of horses, and the sound of horns.

That's right, this song is about war, it's quite difficult, and it's not bad for showing off skills on stage, but it's not necessary to choose this song for private practice.

It stands to reason that Yan Lu hasn't played for a long time, and his hand was born. At this time, it is very irrational to choose this piece of music.But he didn't know why, it just popped out so naturally.

Soon, the strange feeling in Yan Lu's heart gradually surfaced again. He felt that since he approached this music classroom, his every move was no longer controlled by himself, but was coerced by someone else.

He can only passively follow the will of "that person", without any freedom of his own.