don't call me singer

Early in the morning, Zhou Xianting slowly opened his eyes.

Everything of last night slowly receded like a cloud of smoke, like a dream.

But the dream was all too real.

It was so real that Zhou Xianting felt that he had time-traveled.

When getting up to take a shower, Zhou Xianting hesitated to speak to Wang Haixia and Zhao Mo several times.

When eating breakfast, Wang Haixia couldn't help it.

"Brother Ting, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

You're so close to having "I'm a bit distressed" and "I have something to say" written on your face.

It's been swaying in front of us for so long, tell me quickly, if you don't tell me, I won't be able to hold back anymore!

Zhou Xianting sighed, and said: "Little Xiazi, silently... Do you think it is possible for people to travel through time?"

"Fuck!" Wang Haixia immediately stood up: "Brother Ting, you finally... finally you... finally..."

Zhou Xianting: "????"

At that moment, there were too many shocks in his mind.

Could it be that these two... have also time-traveled?
No wonder Tiantian is mysterious.

Always fall asleep and wake up at the same time.

All kinds of tacit understandings that puzzled him.

What the hell...you two are real dogs!

Zhou Xianting got up in anger, and was about to play his pipa... No, he took the school dinner plate and smashed Wang Haixia's dog's head.

"Brother Ting calm down! Calm down!"

Under Wang Haixia's begging for mercy, Zhou Xianting finally spared his life. Of course, today's breakfast, lunch and dinner were all invited by Wang Haixia.

As for Zhao Mo...

Zhao Mo doesn't tell you anything, isn't that normal?

Only the bastard Wang Haixia is unforgivable.

After being forced to sign various unequal treaties, Wang Haixia cautiously asked, "Brother Ting, where have you traveled to? Who have you become?"

"I crossed over and became Li..." Zhou Xianting suddenly stopped.

"Li...?" Wang Haixia's eyes lit up: "Li Shimin? Li Dan? Li Yu? Li... Li Qingzhao?"

Wang Haixia said more than ten names in a row.

Zhao Mo raised his head, what the hell is the last one?

Zhou Xianting shook his head, shook his head, and shook his head again.

"It can't be Li Bai, no, Li Bai is Xiaobai... Could it be that you have become Li Ke through time travel? 23333, this generation is messed up..."

"Forget it." Zhou Xianting suddenly felt that the person he crossed over was becoming more and more speechless.

"Come on, who is it? I promise not to laugh at you!" Wang Haixia knows Wang Haixia too well.

Zhou Xianting coughed, and said, "Ahem, it's nothing, but I'm afraid you will be scared if I say it."

"Who the hell is it?"

"Li... the Year of the Turtle."

"Puff...cough cough." Wang Haixia wanted to laugh, but he held back, and said seriously: "How is Li Guinian, Li Guinian is honored as the Tang Dynasty music saint. Although it is only a limited title, he can be called' How many people are there? Brother Ting, if you are worried that we will laugh at you when you say this name, then there is no need. We will definitely not think that the turtle characters in Li Guinian are the same as those ignorant people. It belongs to Guizi's Guizi, and the word "turtle" represents the beautiful meaning of the ancients wishing their children to be as healthy and long-lived as the tortoise, and it does not mean any insult at all, and it has nothing to do with Guizi!"

Zhou Xianting finally couldn't bear it any longer, and violently hurt others:

"Wang Haixia, you dog! I'll beat you to death!"

I know you can't spit ivory out of your dog's mouth!

"Hey, oh, help me silently!"

A corner of the cafeteria turned into a place of chaos again.

Others moved their plates away to avoid being splashed with blood.

After making a fuss, Zhou Xianting sat on the seat again, staring at the front in a daze.

After a while, he suddenly said: "Tell me, if you knew your own destiny decades in advance, how would you feel?"

As he spoke, he recited softly:
"It's common in Prince Qi's house, Cui Jiutang heard of it a few times before.

that was nice scenery at Jiang Nan, met you again in autumn……"

Although he has just traveled through time, he has already glimpsed his own life decades later.

Traveling through the years of Li Guinian, Zhou Xianting at this moment gave birth to a lot out of thin air and realized it.

"By the way, who have you two transmigrated into?"

Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia looked at each other, but they couldn't tell if they were ugly.

Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia, the two people who traveled through, are both unknown figures in history, which have not been recorded in history.

Of course, many people in this world are submerged in the depths of history and are not seen in the annals of history, but it does not necessarily mean that they are insignificant.

"Both of you have transmigrated into generals?" Zhou Xianting was surprised, and then said jealously: "It's too much! Why didn't I! I also want to experience the feeling of a boy in white horse and green clothes!"

Just when Wang Haixia was shaking his head, Zhou Xianting suddenly laughed.

"Brother has crossed over and become Li Guinian, now he can play the flute and pipa, the pipa, and the jiegu. The two of you will compete with my brother! The champion of the next school song competition will be mine!!!!"

You two are still proud, naive!too naive!
……

In Antarctica, a snow-white scientific research cruise ship is driving close to the Antarctic ice floes.

It floats among the ice floes on the sea surface, like a white leaf standing on the sea surface.

It stopped when passing an iceberg.

Although the ice in the north and south poles has melted a lot, the southern hemisphere is about to enter winter at this time, and there are still a lot of ice floes. It is still a dangerous sea area, and very few ships can reach this sea area.

Even passing through the turbulent westerly wind belt is not a very cost-effective journey for many merchant ships, so this vast sea area is silent and cold.

Within a thousand miles, there seemed to be no other ships except this one.

But the atmosphere on this ship is not as serious as a scientific research ship at all. It seems that a reception is being held on the deck. Even though it is cold and windy, in the glass sun room, men and women wearing various dresses, But toasting and staggering, drunk with money.

The staff in thick down jackets, with safety ropes on their bodies, and ice picks, climbed on an iceberg next to them, knocked off 10-year-old ice cubes, and chilled high-end red wine for the dignitaries on board.

Afterwards, the ship continued to sail, revealing the text on the ship.

"Bad boy" is written on one side and "Bad Boy" on the other.

Yes, this is the "Bad Boy" invested by Fu Wenyao, the "God of Dongyuan University Investment".

Brother Yao's ship was once the most famous ship besides the Zhong Jun, and it also once made a big splash at electronic music festivals in Southeast Asia.

It's just that even he didn't expect that the "Sea Dragon Palace" appeared so early and so quickly, so that the "Bad Boy" could only be regarded as a flash in the pan, and the attention fell into the trench.

But the so-called popularity fell into the trench, only in relative terms.

In the next year, as the world's most powerful polar scientific research cruise ship, plus the genuine super giant bell and drum, it was still busy with business, and it was hard to find a ticket.

A rich man once hired it to chase the storm, and listen to the sound of the bell and drum in the storm.

There have also been celebrity singers who rented it for concerts - after all, not everyone can rent the Dragon Palace on the Sea.

It also made a major appearance at an electronic music festival in Southeast Asia, and made a guest appearance again—although neither Gu Xiaobai nor Fu Wenyao made an appearance in person.

And in this season, it has started a new round of Antarctic commercial expeditions, and a ticket is sky-high.

From the perspective of investors, the ship has paid back its capital in just one year.

Dongyuan University's God of Investment is indeed the God of Investment, completely different from something that only spends money.

At this moment, Wang Mingsuo was lying on the railing behind the glass curtain wall, looking at the scenery outside the boat boredly.

The Antarctic expedition should be both exciting and dangerous, but because of the technical strength of Gu Xiaobai Laboratory and Tangjiang Shipyard, this kind of expedition is as simple as playing house—at least the guests think so.

As far as Wang Ming knew, the ship had actually encountered some dangers.

But Wang Mingsuo was not nervous either.

It was really dangerous, even if the ship leaked, countless flying swords would descend from the sky in the blink of an eye.

Although Wang Mingsuo was not nervous, he was a little distressed.

This time, he still traveled with the ship as the bell and drummer.

Along the way, the scenery on the road could not attract his attention, because he was worrying about a very important event in life.

The one-year probationary period has passed, and he...will he accept a long-term contract, a long-term resident bell drummer on the Bad Boy.

Accepting it means drifting at sea for a long time, but the income is really not cheap.

Not to mention, the world's largest zither of bells and drums is on this ship.

But acceptance also means losing communication with other musicians and musicians.

If he didn't accept it, he was afraid of wasting a very good opportunity, and he was far from the only one who wanted to compete for this opportunity.

As a musician, it is not easy to have a stable job.

After a long period of training, the Bell and Drum Department of Dongcheng University of the Arts already has a group of bell and drum players.

Although no one is more skilled than him yet, competition has emerged.

At least, Dongcheng's bell and drum qin actually doesn't need him anymore.

On the boat, Fu Wenyao gave him a ten-year long-term contract. The rewards of this contract are so generous that he can live comfortably for the rest of his life.

Wang Mingsuo was worried, his fingers were much bigger than ordinary people, and his thicker fingers tapped lightly on the railing.

After a long time, he realized that what he was beating was a piece of bell and drum zither that he had been writing during this time.

The melody has not yet formed at all, like a kind of unconscious imitation, an imitation of Gu Xiaobai's bell and drum music.

This is also the reason why Wang Ming is distressed.

He also wants to be like Gu Xiaobai and write famous bell and drum songs that can be handed down to future generations!
But how should I choose...

Amidst the entanglement, Wang Mingsuo's eyes suddenly widened.

Ahead, on top of an iceberg, a corner shattered.

A gate of bronze, shining in the Antarctic sun.