Banging a Tuning Fork in Yokohama

Do you like teammates to be knocked down instantly? Cong Li, who had just finished repairing his first machine, looked up and his eyes went dark. The psychological bloodline has been exceeded, the antique is tied up, the mercenary falls to the ground, and there are four machines left. "I need help!" No, didn't you really meet an actor? ! Even so, Cong Li, who chose Meizibao as a composer, still struck the tuning fork and rushed on. As long as he can catch up, there is still the possibility of a comeback... The familiar screen saver appeared, and Cong Li collapsed completely. Even if he clicked on the icon as quickly as possible, it was still a step too late. It's Su Xian, he is calm inside The umbrella can also save people from falling down! He's not a butcher! ! Are you confused by Dongfeng Yao's beauty? ! ! Looking at the cricket struggling on the carnival chair on his mobile phone, Cong Li thought of many things in his mind. Network card, crash, crazy bug... It's really your fault, Okaichi That night, Cong Li had an outrageous dream. In the dream, Gang Yishu was crawling around in his bedroom, squeaking and screaming. "Any player who says anything about Bengangruyi will be punished by Benshu (Evil Whisper)" "So, this is the reason why I came to this world?" Looking at the face blessed by the God of Beauty in the mirror, Congli couldn't help but smile bitterly, "The whole world is really ridiculous..." How can he, who has no system and no knowledge of music theory, survive in Yokohama where gangs are raging every day? Why is there such a writer who abandons his pen and joins the army? ! My hair is even more heavyweight! Sure enough, it's all Okaichi's fault! Wait, that doesn't seem right... His fingers jumped between black and white, and he could easily play a pleasant melody. Even the crowd who had just been arguing fell into an eerie silence. In his field of vision, a red outline was slowly approaching him. [——No ability bug has been fixed] Is this the special golden finger? ! Very good power, makes my tuning fork turn ————————————— The black-haired boy sat in the audience and listened to the performance. The elegant and dignified people around him no longer looked arrogant. They clasped their hands and looked at the silver-white figure on the stage piously. "Mediocrity" "Vase"... Countless doubts and ridicules appear so fragile in the almost crazy performance At this moment, the lights are gathering, and the musician is at the center of the world stage, playing real music to the fool. The bandaged boy stood up and walked slowly towards the stage Congli looked at the red-to-black Dazai, the famous black mud spirit in Yokohama, the super SSS dangerous black | Hand Gang period, Zhi, with empty eyes. "What a wonderful performance, Mr. Clayburgh." "You are very complimentary. I hope I have provided you with a wonderful night, Mr. Dazai..." Cong Li: My family, who knows? Osamu Dazai wants to kill me. Didn't he say that musicians should not be killed in troubled times? ? ———————— The rain is lingering, and Cong Li's hands are broken Even in the more modern world of literary giants, is there still no one who appreciates his talent... Looking out the window of the musical instrument store, a man with long black hair stopped here. Although the man was lifeless and expressionless,... Cong Li: "I can see it in his eyes. It's a close friend! It's the resonance of the soul!" ————————— The letter that should no longer exist actually appeared on the table one morning, breaking Cong Li's peaceful life, and she had to step on the stage to snatch the "book" Yes, as a weak composer, Cong Li will face Powerful superpower Like a wise man holding a script in his hand unbreakable alliance of organizations Cong Li: Haha, pray to Buddha ————————— Just from the introduction, you can tell that this author is horribly OOC. Most people can't appreciate Cricket's music and focus more on his appearance. Lady Mary at the beginning has game references. Purpose: Enjoy a better life