World One

Luan Ye patted his face and put his headphones back on: "System, has the transformation progress changed now?"

Maoqiu didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, but he still opened the panel and answered the host's question obediently: [No changes, the transformation progress is still 87% of the previous level.]

"Why is there no change?" Luan Ye walked towards the piano room, somewhat puzzled.

There was no class this afternoon, and he had originally planned to go back to the dormitory to sleep after spending time with Gao Yuan.

But after Gao Yuan's encouragement, he felt he wouldn't be able to sleep if he went back. He might as well study and see if there was any room for improvement in what he had written.

[Why does the host feel that the transformation progress should change?] The fur ball sitting in Luan Ye's hair once again asked him.

"Because he brought up... that kind of thing." Luan Ye felt a little embarrassed. "And didn't you come here to correct our misconceptions and ideas about love? You said before... that both of us needed to change."

When we were in the snack street before, we were always [+1][+1]ing. Why did Gao Yuan take such a big step now, but the progress of the renovation has not changed at all?

"I understand. The host feels Gao Yuan's words are very different from before. Saying this means he's willing to tolerate and accept you. That's why the host doesn't understand why the transformation progress hasn't changed." Maoqiu analyzed Luan Ye's logic and explained, "But the previous calculation of +1 and +1 simply means he still decided to change after wavering. Because of the excessive number of swings, only a small amount can be added. The current determination of no change in the transformation degree is because he had already thought about these things when he said the transformation progress was 87%."

Luan Ye's doubts were answered, but he was now even more confused: "I had thought about it before... but why?"

Why did Gao Yuan think of all these things at that time?

There was a feeling... that Gao Yuancai had just told him that he would have to wait for some time, but now he had immediately arrived at 'that time'.

Luan Ye felt as if someone had fast-forwarded his life.

It's not bad, it's just too fast.

He felt like a tourist who paid for a husky to pull a sled but was not mentally prepared. He was almost blown away as the husky started running.

Is it because of the system? Luan Ye turned to look at the system and raised an eyebrow. Is that why Gao Yuan was able to free himself from the shackles on his heart so quickly? He even turned around and urged him to leave faster.

"Because humans are such complex and incomprehensible creatures, why else would my creator choose to place me in your world?" The fur ball floated before Luan Ye's eyes and gently touched the host's cheek. "I've discovered, host, you humans really like to complicate even the simplest things."

[I think those few people who say whatever they want are stupid, but at the same time I envy those few people who can say whatever they want.]

I hope to meet such a 'simple person' in my life journey, but when I actually face such a person, I feel helpless and want to push him/her out of my life.

Luan Ye hummed.

——Just like myself in the past.

Having been abandoned by his parents, he desperately wanted someone who could stand up for him. However, he also overlooked the fact that coming out carries inherent risks and requires time to prepare.

Because he hoped that Gao Yuan would stand up with him as soon as possible, he came up with such a funny "bad idea" to perform a play with the girl who had confessed to him.

I was also afraid of facing the possible scolding on the forum and the need to say the words "break up" to her face, so I simply chose to turn around and run away.

Luan Ye didn't say anything.

His state of mind was different from before, so even if he was sure that the system was talking about him, he would not feel dissatisfied after his thoughts were exposed.

Although it is not yet afternoon, there are still many people in the piano room.

Someone was practicing in this room, someone was practicing in that room. There were over ten rooms, and it was amazing how they could all be occupied.

At this moment, Maoqiu flew to the door of a piano room he hadn't reached yet, and excitedly called Luan Ye over: [Host, I scanned it! This is the last empty piano room! Come straight over!]

Fortunately, he encountered the system.

Fortunately, the system was not his imagination, but a real existence.

Fortunately, before he became the person his past self definitely didn't want to be, the system reached out... oh, the system actually doesn't have hands, and gave him a hand.

Luan Ye looked at the fur ball flying around the door. He was about to ask you to keep your voice down, but suddenly remembered that only he could hear the system's voice. He took off his headphones and replied quietly, "Okay, I'll be right there."

At this time when the room shouldn't be packed, there was only one empty piano room, which gave Luan Ye a subtle sense of crisis.

During the time of binding the system, he had little time to touch the instrument, and most of his time was spent on cleaning up the mess he had left behind.

Luan Ye sat down on the bench, took a deep breath, and played a song that the teacher had recently taught them.

After confirming that the piano did not need tuning and that he had not made any progress, Luan Ye breathed a sigh of relief, took out his phone, and clicked record.

Thinking about the first piece of music he wrote after changing his mood, he straightened his back.

Gao Yuan has always felt that the saying "because I have a partner, I don't feel tired when practicing" is just nonsense made up by other people who have nothing better to do.

Even when he first started dating Luan Ye, he didn't think practice had anything to do with his partner, because he was still tired as usual.

Later, because he didn't want others to know that he had a boyfriend, he made frequent mistakes in training and was often criticized by Lao Xiao and used as a negative example for everyone.

"You're looking around while running! What are you looking at? At the reporters!?"

"Did I tell you not to sit down right after running?! Did I tell you that!?"

"Drink the water slowly! What if you choke?!"

"What were you thinking while you were running just now? You thought you were almost there, so you started walking, right? You're actually 20 seconds slower than last time!"

——But that was all in the past.

After talking to Luan Ye, Gao Yuan felt like he had endless energy and wanted to work harder.

Not tired at all.

...By the way, besides fried chicken legs, does Luan Ye have any other favorites?

When we went to the snack street before, I seemed to see Luan Ye was also a little interested in Malatang?

"Gao Yuan!"

But isn't it bad for your health if you eat too much of these oily foods? Gao Yuan felt a little conflicted when he thought about this.

“——Gao Yuan!”

How about asking Yu Mao to teach him some other dishes, such as stir-frying and making soup... It shouldn't be difficult, right?

“Gao Yuan!!”

Unable to ignore the voice behind him, Gao Yuan finally stopped. He turned his head and said angrily, "Are you fucking sick?!"

Calling souls?

"Old Xiao said we should practice on our own, but that's not the way you practice." Fang Zeming was already used to Gao Yuan's bad temper. He explained to him while typing, "Why don't you count how many laps you've run? Don't you even take a break?"

This wasn't the first time he'd known Gao Yuan was suited to this path; the rewards weren't bad. So many students took this path, so many were favored by their teachers. Only Gao Yuan had managed to get into so many fights without receiving a single disciplinary action.

It's not like he hasn't complained about this to his girlfriend.

The girlfriend replied to him in the same sentence as before, and it seemed like she was just perfunctorily answering him in her busy schedule: You're so pitiful, let me touch you.

However, those complaints gradually disappeared because Gao Yuan broke records again and again: hard work is important, but talent is more important.

Gao Yuan is not only hardworking but also talented, and now he has one more thing: he doesn't get tired.

"Did I run a lot of laps?" Gao Yuan was stunned when he heard this. "Why don't I feel anything at all?"

In the past, even if I would get excited when running, I would still feel tired after running.

But not only did he not feel tired at this moment, he didn't even know how many laps he had run.

"I'm pretty sensitive to it anyway. The same gust of wind has already hit my face four times." Fang Zeming pointed at his own face as he said this. "And when I went outward, you followed me. You almost knocked me over twice."

Gao Yuan suddenly remembered those few times he'd called Gao Yuan, and felt a little embarrassed for some reason: "Well, I'm sorry... so why the hell didn't you just go to the inner circle?"

Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to just go to the inner circle and check your phone instead of constantly worrying about being bumped into by him?

"Because I'm lazy." Fang Zeming said this very confidently, "You should stop running and walk for a while. We still have training in the afternoon."

Because Gao Yuan himself didn't know whether he "almost bumped into others twice" or not, he just said "oh" and took out his mobile phone.

I don’t know if Luan Ye misses him.

Luan Ye sent him a file, it seemed that he had thought about it.

When Gao Yuan clicked on it, he found it was an audio file with the note "new song written".

Luan Ye had sent him songs he had written before.

Gao Yuan doesn't listen to music much, so he can't tell whether the songs are good or bad, but he can hear what's hidden beneath the songs.

The music that Luan Ye had sent him before made him feel very depressed.

It was a suffocating feeling beneath the surface of dullness; listening to it too often felt like a rope was slowly being put around one's neck. Because of this incident, Gao Yuan also stopped wanting to listen to these things. Later, no matter what song Luan Ye released, he would download it immediately, wait a while, and then reply: "Not bad."

Luan Ye didn't say anything because of his perfunctory "praise", and it was unclear whether he understood what he meant or not, but later he rarely sent these songs to him.

But they had been getting along pretty well before. Luan Ye… shouldn't have sent him a song like that right after he said those things, right? Gao Yuan took a deep breath and clicked play.

The music coming from the phone was different from before. Although it still sounded bland, it no longer had that intense feeling of suffocation that made people feel like they were swimming in the deep sea.

If I were to describe it in words, this piece of music would remind people of a road surface washed clean by rain, and a rainbow that appears after the rain, making people feel comfortable.

It still has a slightly damp feel, but it's no longer suffocating.

Gao Yuan didn't wear headphones and turned on the speaker, so Fang Zeming, who was standing next to him, listened along for a while.

It wasn't until the music finished playing and automatically paused that Fang Zeming reacted. Then, as if remembering something, he said to Gao Yuan, "This song sounds really good. Is it instrumental?"

When he said this, Fang Zeming's finger had already clicked on the song recognition app: "You can actually listen to instrumental music."

Gao Yuan didn't say anything like "Don't click to identify the song" but clicked play again: "This was written by my boyfriend."

Anyway, Fang Zeming couldn't find it.

He had searched before, thinking Luan Ye would have some references for his creations. But Luan Ye repeatedly told him, "This song was not found. Please try again or exit." This was completely original, with no references.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, a prompt popped up on Fang Zeming's mobile phone screen: 'The song was not found. Please choose to listen to the song again or exit.'

"That's the good-looking guy from before, right?" Fang Zeming didn't complain and simply turned off his phone. "Otherwise, everyone on the school forums says he's being chased by God and fed. Not only can he create his own music, but he can also make it sound so good. He's really amazing."

Gao Yuan was very satisfied with his words.

That's why Yu Mao is the most emotionally incompetent person in the dorm. After saying someone else's partner is good-looking, he'll just make up for it with a fake "I think you two are a good match." Fang Zeming, on the other hand, is different. He can compliment his boyfriend's creative skills so freely.

Gao Yuan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he subconsciously looked at Fang Zeming next to him.

It seems that being able to freely praise her boyfriend's creative skills is more wrong than saying that they look good together?

"My boyfriend is really awesome." Gao Yuan said, and sent a message to Luan Ye, asking if he could set this audio as his ringtone.

Gao Yuan's phone didn't have a privacy screen protector, so Fang Zeming was able to see the "No" that was sent over a long time later.

He was afraid that he would witness Gao Yuan's change of expression and become the target of Gao Yuan's silencing. So he quietly averted his eyes, increased the distance between the two of them, and pretended that he had not seen anything.

Gao Yuan did not show any dissatisfaction with Luan Ye's simple and rough answer, but his typing speed this time was much slower than the beginning: Why not?

Why not?

Is it because Luan Ye already knew that he hadn't listened to the song before and just replied with "It's pretty good"?

He would never say or do that again!

: I think the style of this song is not very suitable for you.

This sentence did not make Gao Yuan feel comfortable, but made him feel even more aggrieved.

How can you not set it as your ringtone just because the style doesn't fit?!

Yu Mao's ringtone is still a bit harsh. If someone calls Yu Mao while he's sleeping in, everyone in the dorm wants to smother him with their pillows.

So what if he uses this soothing instrumental music as his ringtone? It's called contrast!

: I plan to write a new song for you, and I’ve already thought of the title of the song.

: When we both graduate, I will give this song to you, how about it?

The moment Gao Yuan saw the message sent by Luan Ye, he immediately deleted all the words he had just typed.

He glanced at Fang Zeming, who had already looked away, and wanted to say, "Why don't you turn around and take another look."

: It's called Ming

This feeling of wanting to show off to others but not being able to is so frustrating.

"Why didn't you tell him this time that I was just trying to fool him?" Luan Ye asked the system lying above his head while swiping open his phone which had just received a new message.

Gao Yuan only sent one sentence: Is it the 'ming' that means making a big splash?

Luan Ye moved his fingers and replied: Yes.

[Although the host's idea was impromptu,] the system lay in the host's hair, very leisurely, [but when you said this, you were already thinking about what instrument to use.]

So this cannot be considered 'perfunctory'.

Unbelievable! It also constantly renews its original misconceptions about humans through its interactions with the host!

It's not just the host... it's not just the host and his partner who are making progress, it's also making progress!

Luan Ye felt a little depressed that he hadn't tricked the system: "How annoying! You don't have to read my mind at a time like this."

Speaking of which, what musical instrument should be used for Gao Yuan?

A drum set is more suitable for Gao Yuan's usual image, but if it is something like a "graduation gift", a drum set does not seem so appropriate.

Then... dulcimer?