Chapter 384 It's such an incompetent system

Unexpectedly, that world turned out to be a world that was widely recognized as extremely unfriendly to transmigrators.

A tangled mess appeared on top of the ball.

Because the host's soul was so weak as to be transparent, it was in such a hurry to find a suitable target world that it didn't even notice what the host looked like in his previous life...

It floated to the young man's side and looked at him.

His medium-length, slightly wavy black hair was tied back with a hair tie, falling smoothly and obediently down his back. His face was sculpted with distinct features, exceptionally handsome, but due to illness, his complexion was pale, and his soft lips had lost their color.

His eyelids were slightly lowered, his calm gaze falling on the musical score in his hand, his butterfly-like eyelashes occasionally fluttering, casting faint shadows under the lamplight.

Even though the surrounding environment was somewhat messy, it did not affect his aloof and otherworldly temperament.

01 stared blankly at him, completely lost in thought, but quickly came back to her senses.

Wait a moment!

How come my past life's host looks exactly like Mr. R?!

Pshaw, no, it should be that Mr. R looks exactly like the host from his previous life!

After a moment's thought, 01: [Eh—!!!]

A violent cough came from the young man, and 01 looked over anxiously, his handball trembling with worry.

The young man trembled slightly as he removed the handkerchief covering his mouth, revealing a pool of blood on it.

He habitually folded the handkerchief and put it into a bag next to him. He then picked up a wet wipe to wipe away the remaining bloodstains from his lips and wiped his hands.

Soon, the woman reappeared. She glanced at the young man, whose face seemed even paler, frowned with concern, and asked softly, "The performance is about to start. Are you feeling unwell?"

The young man shook his head slightly, stood up, and smiled back at her. "I'm fine, let's go."

The woman nodded, still looking somewhat worried as she followed behind him.

01 quickly followed him to his side.

On the simply laid-out stage, there was only a black and white piano. 01 floated beside the young man and followed him onto the stage.

It watched as the young man bowed gently and gracefully to the audience below the stage.

But in its eyes, all it saw was a pitch-black face of the audience, making it impossible to discern their features.

Even the atmosphere in the entire performance venue was dim.

This slightly eerie feeling startled 01, and it quickly floated to the side of the young man who was already sitting at the piano.

"..."

Soothing piano music flowed from the young man's slender fingertips, carrying a sense of mystery and melancholy, ethereally traversing the venue, giving a feeling of desolation.

Like a bird singing lightly among the clouds, it is peaceful and pleasant.

Like a wind chime falling to the ground, the sound is crisp and fleeting, melodious yet sorrowful.

01 I couldn't help but immerse myself in the music, and just before it ended, I noticed that the lights seemed to have brightened a bit, and the faces of the audience could be clearly seen.

Their faces were filled with a sorrowful ecstasy.

Long after the last note faded, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience. Their faces were filled with affection, but deep within lay sorrow; many had tears in their eyes, yet wore genuine smiles.

They all loved the host's piano playing.

01. Think.

But suddenly, the applause stopped abruptly. It saw the smiles on the faces of the audience members vanish, their eyes widening in horror as they stared at the stage.

A chorus of piano music began to play.

01 paused for a moment, then slowly turned around, hearing a jumble of shouts around her.

"teacher--"

"Call an ambulance right away!"

"Get the teacher to the hospital quickly!"

01 stared blankly at the young man lying face down on the piano.

Bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the white piano keys.

It's very bright.

To celebrate the successful conclusion of his performance, flower petals fell from the sky.

All joy has vanished, leaving only deep sorrow.

It's suffocating.

A vibrant red rose petal landed on the young man's cheek, making his face appear even paler and the bloodstains on his cheeks even more vivid.

01's vision suddenly became blurry.

It could only vaguely hear the sound of an ambulance amidst the chaos, and vaguely see a white figure being put into a white car.

Just before 01 disappeared here, all the chaotic sounds suddenly vanished, leaving only a familiar, sorrowful, and hopeful voice that rang out clearly.

"Teacher Rong Qian! Please! Please, please, you can't get through this!"

Rong Qian?

So, the host's name in his previous life was Rong Qian?

Speaking of which...

Allow?

Rong?

R...

It's such an incompetent system, only now it knows the host's name from their past life...

Before completely losing consciousness, 01 thought.