With a bang, there was a tremor in his mind, Zhang Wanlin understood and crossed again.

Does it mean that I have been able to go back because I have traveled frequently recently?

In the beginning of December, there was little snow in Jiangcheng, lightly covering the ground.

There are many houses, and the field of vision is full of white snow.

Qinhai High School Grade One (1).

The students gathered around Xia Zhitao to breathe and chat.

"New Year's Day is one month away, and the teacher will definitely let our class have a program."

"It goes without saying that you must be Xia Zhitao again, and you were the one for the art gala last semester."

"I guess it's Xia Zhitao, you, you dance so beautifully, I really admire it when I see it."

...Xia Zhitao smiled modestly: "How can I be as exaggerated as you said."

Xia Zhitao, 16 years old this year, looks pure and beautiful, has a slim figure, and is also fashionable in everyday wear.

Because of a solo dance last year, he was known to all the students and became a new goddess.

The school's goddess rankings entered the top three.

Xia Zhitao was chatting with them and glanced at random, but was attracted by somewhere in the corner of the classroom.

There seemed to be a magical force attracting her.

She looked over there and saw a boy with his cheek supported, wearing heavy black-rimmed glasses and headphones, enjoying the music peacefully.

The soft light fell down and draped over him, giving him a beautiful and lazy temperament.

Why didn't this boy find out before?

Who is he?

Xia Zhitao felt like a freshman came to this class.

A classmate noticed Xia Zhitao's gaze and said casually, "This person is very strange."

Xia Zhitao wondered: "How strange?"

"He has always liked wearing this black headset, except of course during class."

"Also, most of the time, he listens to music like that."

"Never take the initiative to talk to people, and never take the initiative to participate in any activities."

Xia Zhitao was surprised: "Then did he come to this class last semester?"

Someone laughed: "You just know.

To be honest, don't say you ignored it, most of our classmates ignored it.

In fact, he was enrolled at the same time as us, but not many people know him until now. "

"For example, if you got Xia Zhitao, you even thought he was a new transfer student here."

Xia Zhitao felt incredible. Such a big living person had existed here for half a year. Not only did he not know his name, but he had no impression of him at all.

Another classmate said: "I first noticed that he was cleaning last month. At that time, I thought I was in the next class."

"Do you know how I feel since I discovered his existence that time?"

The interest of Xia Zhitao and other students was aroused.

"How does it feel?"

"He lives in this world like a shadow, coming and going all alone.

Sometimes, I wonder how lonely it is to live in such a lonely world. "

Xia Zhitao asked: "Then who do you know his name now?"

"His name is Zhang Wanlin."

Zhang Wanlin?

Xia Zhitao thought, this name is also pretty good.

In fact, Zhang Wanlin is not alone, because he has always been accompanied by music.

This headset followed him inseparably, almost becoming his right-hand man. Whenever he was free, he would always put on the headphones and hum gently to the music inside.

Music is his life and his life in the past.

Strictly speaking, he is a traverser, coming from another parallel world.

In that world, he is an idol singer, working hard for his dreams.

However, how much effort it takes to become a superstar, how easy it is to destroy it.

He helped a person who shouldn't help. From then on, he suffered a tragic career in Waterloo, and eventually even completely blocked it.

A car accident ended his hopeless life.

At this point, he came to this world.

It has been three years now.

For three years, he lived like this, neither interacting with the outside world nor allowing the outside world to enter his heart of music.

"Ding, get talent +1."

"Ding, get a +1."

"Ding, get lucky +1."

...After listening to a song, there is always such an electronic sound in his ears.

This is his golden finger into this world: the Kagura system.

As long as he listens to music, he can get different attributes according to the different nature of the music.

The higher the attainments of music art, the more abilities you get.

In the past three years, Zhang Wanlin has listened to almost all the music in this world. There is no doubt that the level of music in this world is far lower than his.

In order to listen to music, he had to sing and record by himself.

Over the past few months, many previous life songs have been recorded into the mobile phone.

Such as "Paper Short Love", "Restaurant", "When I Sing This Song" and so on.

It was almost time for class now at this time. As soon as Zhang Wanlin took off his headphones, he heard the class bell ringing.

The head teacher Qin Xue walked into the classroom and said solemnly: "Next month is New Year's Day, and the school plans to hold a cultural performance."

"This time is no better than before. It will become a part of Jiangcheng cultural propaganda."

"There will be many school leaders, reporters and so on."

"Therefore, the school has arranged a talent competition, and the first to third places have different rewards."

"I think this has nothing to do with awards, but about the honor of the class, so I hope that our class can produce at least one outstanding program."

Qin Xue's gaze turned and stayed on Xia Zhitao: "Xia Zhitao, you are a cultural and entertainment committee member. You also participated in performances last semester. You can even have performance experience. This time, you will organize it."

Xia Zhitao nodded.

Qin Xue said again: "If other students also want to perform, they can sign up for Xia Zhitao. As long as the program is available, we can arrange it."

Apart from those few students who can dance, who would be willing to perform on stage?

"This must be only Xia Zhitao and others, can anyone else?"

"Our class belongs to many otakus, and we don't have any talent for acting."

"Don't say that, although acting talent is poor, but learning is good, right?"

...Only one person was extremely quiet.

Zhang Wanlin lay lazily on the desk, looking at the sky outside the window.

He is a rebirth and has nearly 30 years of life experience. Of course he is not interested in this little performance.

It is better to listen to music than to perform.

His state was captured by Xia Zhitao, melancholy and a touch of sentimentality, this kind of temperament only manifested in him.

For some reason, since she noticed this boy, his image has been hard to erase in her heart.

She is very curious about his life, his interests, his character... "Okay, let's start the class.

Summer peach! "

Qin Xue reminded.

Xia Zhitao woke up like a little rabbit, hurriedly finished, and opened the textbook.

Just now... Is she fascinated?