Male God Transformation Project [Rebirth]

After dinner, Ling Zimo went upstairs, and with a "plop—" he appeared lying on the bed in a large font.

Staring at the ornately decorated chandelier on the ceiling as if out of focus, Ling Zimo sighed a little depressed.

He grabbed the pillow and threw it upwards, shouting: "Why is it so annoying (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻"

"What's the matter..." Ling Yun, who had been in a dormant state, was awakened by his yelling, and asked lazily, "What's the matter this time? Are you bored to death again?"

"Yeah." Ling Zimo responded, "Yeah, it's annoying me to death..."

Ling Yun propped up his body in a soft arc in Ling Zimo's mind, and said, "What's wrong? Tell me? If you don't tell me, how would I know what's wrong with you?"

"It's not because of this game..."

Ling Zimo sighed, apparently no longer wanting to speak, Ling Yun also fell silent.

In the end, no matter how much I tried to persuade him, it would not be worth his thinking about this matter.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun said softly: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore (w.) Think about it for yourself, and sleep when you're sleepy."

At this time, Ling Zimo had already closed his eyes, maybe he was just resting his eyes or relaxing himself at first, but after hearing Ling Yun's words, he was ready to sleep for a while.

Lying on the big soft bed, Ling Zimo gradually fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night.

At this time, the Ling family was shrouded in darkness. Under normal circumstances, everyone should have fallen asleep.

Ling Zimo scratched his hair, tiptoed out of bed and planned to go to the bathroom, and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water, but he didn't expect that when he passed by his parents' room, the light was still on.

"Huh? Haven't slept yet?" Ling Zimo rubbed his eyes, thinking that he had made a mistake, but when he took a closer look, he found that the light was indeed on.

Ling Zimo muttered, and walked over there: "What's the situation..."

At this time, Ling Yun suddenly said: "Don't go, go back to sleep."

Ling Zimo stopped in his tracks: "What's wrong?"

"Hmm... this..." Ling Yun rarely hesitated, muttering, unable to explain why.

Ling Zimo smiled, thinking what was wrong with Ling Yun, and asked: "What's the matter? Oh... tell me, do you still need to cover up in front of me? Don't tell me, you are embarrassed... look at me bathroom?"

When it came to the last "going to the toilet", Ling Zimo raised his eyebrows strangely, with a playful expression on his face.

"Go, go, go...don't be silly with me." Ling Yun rolled his eyes at Ling Zimo and stopped talking.

Seeing that Ling Yun didn't say anything more, he walked towards his parents' room.

His hand was almost on the half-covered door, when Ling Zimo suddenly heard a small sob.

"Huh?" An ominous premonition suddenly exploded in his mind, and Ling Zimo listened quietly at the door without touching the door.

"Okay, okay, stop crying..." This was Xiao Jingcui's voice, Ling Zimo thought for a while, um...it's not his mother who is crying, then it's okay.

"Mom, but I am wronged!"

mom?Oh... Ling Zimo let out a clear "oh", it turned out to be one of his two older sisters.

"Actually, it's not that we don't know. He really doesn't have that ability and strength. It's just... hey... Shu Yu, you can't just hit your brother's self-confidence like this. In case next time, he really doesn't participate in anything, What should I do then?" This was Ling Hua's voice, Ling Zimo was still a little confused at this moment, this is... um, what's going on?

Xiao Jingcui's voice was also consistent: "Yes, yes, Shu Yu, your brother doesn't like to participate in these things, no matter whether he wins or not, we should support him unconditionally."

"I just don't want him to waste his efforts!" Ling Shuyu cried and shouted a word, which also made Ling Zimo fall into the abyss completely.

This sentence exploded in Ling Zimo's mind, so that he didn't even know how to breathe for a while.

It turns out...it is true that everyone thought that he would not win, and they were just perfunctory for him, not really for his own good!

Ling Zimo endured the aggrieved stomach and walked back to the room. He didn't even change his clothes, and lay on the bed in big characters.He stared at the snow-white wall silently, reached out and scratched his hair randomly a few times.

Since signing up for the festival, he has been preparing with full anticipation and hard work. All this is just to succeed in the competition.But at this moment, Ling Zimo felt disappointment from the persuasion and disapproval of his family and friends, and the ensuing depression.

The game hasn't even started yet.

With such talent and achievements, Xu Qingze has always been the focus of the music circle in City A.But that's not enough to be a reason to fail, isn't it?

His thoughts drifted further and further away.

After a while, Ling Zimo suddenly got up from the bed and walked to the stereo.Slowly squatting down the tall body, stretched out a white, bony hand to turn on the switch.

Rock music with a strong rhythm echoed in the room, very loud.The sound insulation of the room is excellent, so you don't have to worry about disturbing other people.

He continued to lie back on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and he held the phone tightly with his right hand.

Suddenly, there was a vibration from the mobile phone held in the palm of his right hand.Um?Who will send me a message at this time?Ling Zimo tapped the screen and opened it.

"Zimo, I have good news for you."

It was Feng Che, Ling Zimo was a little surprised, he quickly sat up and replied to him leaning against the head of the bed.

"What good news, tell me."

After a while, Feng Che came back: "I hired a piano teacher for you. He is known as the Big Dipper in the piano world."

Ling Zimo was a little excited when he saw the content, but more moved.

"Really, that's great. Thank you, Feng Che~"

"Do we still need to say thank you?"

Before Ling Zimo could reply, Feng Che added another one: "However, this expert has been hiding his name for many years, and he doesn't want to reveal his identity to the outside world. He asked you to follow him to the suburbs every day after school. Can you do it?"

Why?This tall man looks quite mysterious.Ling Zimo was delighted, and replied to Feng Che: "It's okay, I can't even do such a small thing, so I still have to learn how to play the piano."

"Haha, then you can start studying with him after school tomorrow, and I'll send you the address later."

Ling Zimo stared at Feng Che's text message in a daze for more than ten seconds, he had the urge to cry.Feng Che had already considered everything for himself.

"I'm in a meeting. The expert agreed and immediately wanted to send you a message to surprise you. Work hard, you can do it." Feng Che sent another text message.

Ling Zimo was taken aback when he saw this text message.Raising his hand to rub his already red eyes, tears fell instantly.

"Feng Che." Ling Zimo whispered Feng Che's name, tears streaming down his face.With trembling hands, he wrote back a note: "I will definitely work hard. Don't be too busy with work. Eat on time."

After turning off the phone, Ling Zimo stuffed it into the bed cabinet and lay down on his back.He silently said Feng Che's name over and over in his heart, he was so kind to him.

"This makes you cry? It's really useless." The system Lingyun's mocking voice sounded.

Ling Zimo was quite disapproving, and wiped away his tears with a paper towel beside him, "What do you know?" He added secretly in his heart: How can a lifeless and cold system understand human feelings.

"Crying like this is so ugly. Going out is guaranteed to scare children into tears." Ling Yun continued to tease and laugh.

"..." This broken system is really enough.

"If you don't believe me, look in the mirror."

"Ling Yun, has anyone told you that you really deserve a beating." Ling Zimo has stopped crying now, but his eyes are red, a bit like a rabbit.

After waiting for a long time, Ling Yun finally said: "You can't beat me even if you want to, you crybaby!"

Ling Zimo gave up answering, and silently pulled the quilt over, ignoring it.

The second day after school, as soon as the bell rang, Ling Zimo rushed out with his long legs. He had already memorized the address of the expert by heart.

He has been distracted frequently during class today, and he has never looked forward to school so much.

Ling Zimo rushed to the suburbs at a fast speed.

He looked up at the house in front of him and confirmed the address.That's right, it's here.

There are two tall sycamore trees in front of the house, and the vermilion gate gives people a rather retro feeling.

Ling Zimo's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and he stretched out his hand to straighten his cuffs and collar.Well, it's neat, he spent more than 20 minutes picking out clothes this morning before heading out the door.He straightened his back, coughed lightly, and raised his hand to ring the doorbell.

"Ding Dong ~ Ding Dong ~" The doorbell rang twice, and someone came to open the door, and the doorknob turned slightly.The next second, a tall, thin man stood at the door.

He was dressed in casual home clothes and had messy hair.The eyes are bright, the lips are a light and beautiful beige color, and there is a glass of water in his hand.

"Ling Zimo?" He said lightly, his voice as low as a cello.

"Yes, I'm Ling Zimo. Hello!" Ling Zimo was at a loss, looking nervously at the man at the door.

The man raised his head and finished drinking the water in the glass, turned around and walked inside, only saying: "Come in, and call me master in the future."

Ling Zimo scratched his head.Uh, the expert seems quite casual.

"The pair of gray slippers on the shoe rack." The man's cold voice came again.

"Grey slippers?" Ling Zimo muttered.

There is a small handmade shoe rack by the door, on which several pairs of shoes are neatly placed.Gray slippers are on top.

The master means let yourself wear this pair.He closed the door and quickly changed his shoes.

At this time the master came out of a room that looked like a kitchen.Leaning casually on the sofa, hands folded behind the head.

"Feng Che told you about the time and everything." He said.

Seeing that the master was not as strict as he imagined, Ling Zimo's tense nerves were finally relaxed, "Well, I've said it all."