The Adventures of Otome Travel by Nühan Paper

"Whoever it is, come and save me...help!"

Desperate and mournful cries for help sounded in my ears, and the image of tears and embarrassment that she never showed to others under any unfavorable circumstances flashed in front of my eyes—this scene that appeared in dreams from time to time made me feel sad again. He woke up suddenly and sat up on the bed.

The cold sweat on my body had already soaked the pajamas, but I didn't care, I just wanted to desperately recall the scene in my dream again.

I can feel that I am not far from her. She has long silver hair, sea blue eyes, a beautiful baby face, and a slender figure.If it weren't for the very plump front/convex/back/upturned body, it would look like a junior high school student.For some reason, I think she is very beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the world.I desperately wanted to save her, and called her name, but the name that should have been blurted out was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say it anyway. When I thought about it carefully, I couldn't remember her name at all.

Who is she?Why does it hurt so much every time I think of her?

A few beams of morning sunlight that came in through the gaps in the curtains made me think a little more clearly. The recurring dream was as far away as a fantasy or a thing in my previous life, because this kind of trouble that has nothing to do with reality is really not like My style is proud of being calm and self-possessed.

I got up and made the bed and took a cold shower to wake myself up completely, to forget about the little girl and all the previous fantastic dreams.

After getting dressed, looking out of the window, I seem to see my grandfather exercising and my grandmother busy in the garden.After making sure that they would not disturb their rest because it was too early, I took out my beloved violin, bowed and started the day's practice.Playing the violin seems to be an instinct for me, because I have been with it every day as long as I can remember, practicing every day, every day, until I am exhausted.This kind of habit and instinct gave me no chance to hate the practice or the violin itself, so I accepted this kind of life without any obstacles - there is no doubt that I will become a violinist in the future, and I will be separated from classical music all my life. not open.

My father used to be a professional violinist, and later he opened a musical instrument company and became the president of the company; my mother is a world-renowned pianist, and she tours around the world all the year round. I have spent time with them since childhood All short.Although they usually don't spend long time together, every time they go home, they don't feel any strange feeling, and they can be seen playing together very happily.The same piece of music, after being interpreted by them, even I, who still don't quite understand the emotion in music performance, will feel moved - that is the bottleneck that I have never been able to break through.

My parents have achieved very high achievements, so no matter how hard I try to achieve the results, I will be taken away by others with a fluffy "you are worthy of being a child of XX". I don't know when, I became very disgusted to be compared with them. The words "genius" and "talent" are ironic to me.No one sees that I fill up all my free time with practice every day, let alone that no one sees me exhausted by practicing every day or trying to figure out the method of emotional interpretation of music. Why should I completely deny my efforts?

Whenever I feel pain because I am not recognized, I can always hear another voice snorting coldly in my heart, saying with disdain: It's really boring.

Yeah, I also know my life is boring.While I was desperately rejecting the high expectations of those around me, I was desperately trying to respond to and meet their expectations.As for myself, it seems that without the violin, there is only an empty shell left.

Every time I think of this, I always feel a sense of emptiness in my heart, but so what?When I put the bow on the violin and play it, the void and the lack seemed to be filled, which convinced me that I didn't need anything other than the violin and the music.

Putting on the white uniform of the music department, I walked on the way to school that has been going for more than a year.The spring is bright and beautiful, and it has been a while since school started. I have gotten used to the daily routine of being a second-year student in the music department of Star Academy, and I am walking in silence with some loneliness.There isn't much here other than the violin that stops me and is worth my time.

The ordinary students in dark gray uniforms seem to be parallel lines that do not intersect with the people of the music department—they don’t understand our persistence, the suffering and happiness we are immersed in music, and I don’t understand their ordinary daily fun.

"Tsukimori-kun, you play the violin really well."

"Yuesen-kun is still so powerful."

"Yuesen-kun's academic performance is also very good, how did you do it?"

"Yuesen-kun, can you come home with me after practice today? Let's drop by."

I have only one answer to the girls' compliments and flattery, and that is——

"boring."

As the number of such time-wasting conversations increased, those who approached me with strange purposes became less and less.

I can't understand why they look up to me.For achievements in music and instrument performance, talent and savvy are of course very important, but what is more important is persistent practice and a love of music.I don’t really understand what love is, I just know that I can’t bear it for a day without it, I want to make my performance more perfect, and I have to practice constantly if I want to perfect my skills... This kind of long-term practice makes me Never feel bad.

Maybe it’s because I’m too indifferent, I don’t have anyone who can be called a friend, only my golden violin is with me day after day, year after year, and responds to the time and affection I have devoted to it Make a sound that is more and more satisfying to me.

Whenever I feel happy for this, the voice in my heart will say to me contemptuously and disdainfully: "boring."

That voice was one I knew well—my own.So similar, maybe even identical, to the tone I despise for the girls and the sycophants.

Whenever this happens, I will rub my temples, thinking that I must be too tired or too lonely out of the crowd, and I can't help but talk to myself.

I actually wondered if I had a mental problem.But at this time, I will continue to draw the bow and play the violin to calm myself down so that I can't hear that sound.

Just when I finished my solo practice in the practice room and was about to go back to the classroom to pick up my bag and go home, I heard several girls from the same class discussing excitedly in the classroom.I wanted to push the door straight in, but I hesitated outside the classroom door because I thought it would affect their conversation.

"Is it almost time for the college to hold an intramural music performance competition?"

"Music performance competition? The one with the violin romance..."

"That's right, that's right! Ah! My specialty is also the violin. I wonder if I can participate in the competition with Tsukimori-kun? With his violin performance level, there is no doubt that he can be selected as a contestant..."

"Yuesen-kun... well, he is so indifferent, I don't think you can get along with him even if you can compete together."

"That's true, Mr. Yuesen is good everywhere, but his attitude towards people and things is too indifferent, making it difficult for people to get close to him. If possible, exclude other aspects. I really want to become ordinary friends with him... After all, he is always alone. If you come and go alone, you may feel lonely when you see other people get along with each other."

"There seem to be quite a few boys in the class who think this way, but if he approaches rashly, he will think he has some intentions. After all, he himself and his family... Hey... If he is as friendly as Mr. Yuki, he will definitely not be popular. under him..."

Hearing this, I couldn't bear it any longer, pushed the door open, completely ignored the terrified and guilty expressions of those girls, took my schoolbag and planned to leave.

"That... Tsukimori-kun." A girl whose name I can't remember boldly called me who was about to step out of the classroom.

"what?"

I think my displeasure has been conveyed to them through facial expressions, making them curl up in a ball.

"We don't mean anything malicious, it's just...just..."

"Is it just talking about other people's behavior and family affairs behind their backs? Don't bother you." I left this sentence coldly, and left.

Yes, I don't need a hypocritical relationship like a friend or a flimsy relationship like a boyfriend and a girlfriend, where everyone takes what they need in a transaction to waste my precious time.People like Yuzu Azuma in the third grade who treat women so frivolously make me disgusted and disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

As for whether I can find a woman in the future who can get along happily like my parents... Maybe I also have a little yearning in my heart, but I haven't met that woman so far.

Speaking of the school music performance competition of Star Academy, it seems to be quite famous in the music industry.My father and mother once mentioned in front of me that although the competition is only limited to the Star Academy, many well-known people in the industry will be invited to be judges. If I win, it will be very helpful to my future... If I really It seems good to be able to participate.I hate being compared with my parents, maybe I also want "Yue Senlian" to be recognized by others.

Thinking of this, the image of a silver-haired girl appeared in his mind again.The image of her that emerges at this time is wearing a black dress, with a red ribbon on her hair, smiling innocently.

I shook my head, such a girl, with her short arms and overly plump breasts... I am afraid she is not suitable for playing the violin; and her slender fingers are probably not suitable for playing the piano.Obviously not my ideal type, why can I always think of this figure I have never met before?It must be that my dreaming mind has become strange. Maybe I should seriously consider looking for my ideal woman who is quiet, gentle, intelligent and talented in music so that I will have less boring dreams or think of boring dreams. thing.

After breaking free from his wild thoughts, he looked around and found that he was on a certain way home.This road is not the nearest nor the busiest road, but the road passing by a video store.When walking on this road, I occasionally met a person—when I habitually looked up at the door of the audio-visual store I was going to, the door of that store opened from the inside, and the figure I remembered walked out from inside.Her profile flashed before my eyes, and she immediately turned her back and walked in front of me.The setting sun in front of her made her back very blurry, as if she would merge with the halo of Qian's color at any time and disappear seriously.

Her long black hair was dyed ash-colored and fluttered behind her with the wind and her beating, and she wore big black earphones on her head, which matched her gray-black general school uniform very well.It seems that every time she comes out of that store, she will be very happy, humming softly along with the music heard in the earphones, and when she is happy, she will look around, and when she feels that others are far enough away from her, she will start to be serious. Sing softly.A few times I saw her sing intoxicated in the woods without people, and the types of songs she sang ranged from the soprano mezzo-soprano of the opera chant to the popular voice lines. I have to say that she The changeable timbre and singing skills are very attractive, but they are not professional, but only in the state of hobby.But the emotion and freedom with which she sings somehow keeps me wanting to keep listening.I don't know what will happen if she becomes a professional singer...

He just listened and listened, and often followed her until she got home.

I still want to continue listening, and I really want to suggest that she transfer to the music department to specialize in vocal music...but this is too cheeky and meddling.I have given up the urge to talk to her countless times, and can only follow her secretly when I meet her by chance, admiring the melody and emotion she candidly play with herself as an instrument.

I smiled wryly.I'm really useless, it's rare to meet someone I admire, and she's from the same school, but I don't even know what her front face looks like or what her name is.

Next time we meet at school, say hello and get to know each other. If I can recognize her at school...

Then one day during my lunch break, I planned to eat lunch at Similan Plaza——

"Wow ha ha ha, Xiao Zhi, you should also watch yesterday's 'School Rum [beep—]', it's really interesting and funny! If you don't believe me, just ask Mio!" "Laughter and voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I couldn't help but watch that movie after listening to Xiang Suijiang's recommendation, and it was as interesting as she said. I recorded it yesterday, and if Xiao Zhi wants to watch it, I can give you a chance Goodbye~" the friend next to her echoed.

"I went to see this guy because I couldn't stand it, but it's really good. Anyway, I only need to wait for this once a week, so Xiao Zhi will also watch it." The red-haired girl beside him smiled unnaturally, but obviously thought Drag another person into the water.

"Hey, hey, I really can't stand you guys, you stay up at two o'clock in the middle of the night and wake up to watch cartoons... I really lost to you. I don't think it's okay!" The girl with short black hair gave up and struggled. , succumbed to the persuasion of two friends.

What follows is the passionate speech of the "she" he has always wanted to get acquainted with, dancing and "preaching" to his friends...

I felt something disillusioned, and I suddenly didn't want to go around to see what her front looks like... Yes, these should be left behind, I should quickly finish the lunch and go to the practice room to practice to calm myself down and forget about it everything.

In the next few days, on the way home I was used to walking, I could still run into the back of the person wearing earphones who never looked back. Her singing voice and clear voice have not changed, as if it is the same as the spitting talker. Girls in vulgar entertainment content are not the same person... Yeah, maybe it's just a weird dream I'm too tired to have!

Thinking about it this way, I couldn't get my legs and feet close to that figure to strike up a conversation.

"Hey, little girl, are you the eldest lady of Star Academy? How about going to play with us?" Three gangsters with colorfully dyed hair surrounded her with frivolous tones.

She turned sideways and took off the earphones, and asked suspiciously to the person who seemed to be the leader among the three: "Excuse me, what did you say just now? Sorry, I didn't hear it just now with the earphones on."

Even from the side view, her diction, smile and manners are perfect.

"Are you underestimating us, huh? Little girl, you'd better go obediently with us, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen to you next~"

Hearing this, I was a little angry and wanted to rush over to help her out, but what happened next made me stop.

"That... have you heard of &*￥%?" She asked the tall leader with a smile, and deliberately lowered her voice when she said the name in the middle.

"What does it have to do with you?"

"That's me. If you don't believe me, you can call this person and ask." She raised her mobile phone and showed the three of them something, which made them all gasp.

The three of them immediately stood in a row across from her, bowed respectfully to her ninety degrees, and said in unison: "It's an honor to meet you! We are very sorry for the rude behavior just now, please forgive us."

"Next time you catch a girl, remember not to make things difficult for others. You guys are pretty handsome. If you use your personal charm to strike up a conversation, you will definitely be fine~ Come on, Sao Nian~" She patted the leading gangster happily on the shoulder and turned away. Go, and then waved his hand handsomely behind his back.

"Yes, I would like to follow the teachings of the elder sister!" The three of them answered loudly and bowed to her back, then stood in place for a long time and paid attention to her.

I glanced back at them as I passed them and continued home. All three had dreamy starlight and longing eyes, which made my hair stand on end.

I seem to be getting more and more hesitant about whether or not to take the initiative to get acquainted with that person.