Entretenimento: É assim que você faz música?!
O maior artista do século? (×) Comediante abstrato (√). Todo mundo que faz arte tem um parafuso a menos, não é? Músico de verdade se expressa pelas suas obras. Só que... talvez exista uma ou outra mús
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(Featuring an artificial intelligence golden finger, the protagonist has extremely low presence; this is not a system-based novel.)
(If you find it unsatisfactory, feel free to criticize me, but please don’t swipe away—right, Yanzu?)
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2015, Blue Star, Summer Country.
The plane departing from Heathrow Airport in London finally landed in the capital city.
After a long journey, most passengers were exhausted.
Only one handsome young man stood out, full of vigor and radiant energy.
He had been this way since boarding, and it had lasted throughout the flight.
His features were harmonious and well-defined, his facial contours gentle, and his eyes carried the proud sharpness of an eagle.
From the document in his hand, one could discern his name: Li Can, a returning student.
“Ah, it’s been so long since I saw the blue sky.”
“The sky of my homeland is the bluest of all!”
“So beautiful!”
Unable to wait any longer, Li Can hurried off the plane, taking a deep breath. Reminded of the ordeals he endured abroad, his eyes grew moist.
The distance from King’s College South Kensington to the Royal Academy of Music in Reed Pit—
It was hell and paradise.
From that moment on,
the wretched world lost one more orphan from the misty city,
and the soil of the homeland welcomed its not-quite-emperor.
Hearing these impassioned murmurs, a passing male passenger gave Li Can a strange look, sizing up the young man beside him, his mind filled with doubts.
[What a lunatic—pitch black l