Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The song ended.

Lin Feng smiled and clapped his hands, his face full of undisguised praise: "Not bad, a feast for the eyes, you danced really well, a reward."

The young master will surely reward you tonight.

Xueyao was slightly out of breath, with fine beads of sweat on her forehead. She had just finished dancing, and her physical strength had been greatly depleted.

Hearing Lin Feng's direct praise, she smiled, her cheeks flushed, and said coquettishly, "Young Master, you're teasing Xueyao again."

"My meager skills are merely meant to amuse you, young master; I am hardly worthy of such praise."

Even so, her beautiful eyes shone with the joy of being recognized.

As she spoke, her gaze involuntarily drifted back to the box that made a sound.

Curiosity finally overcame her restraint, and she couldn't help but move closer to examine the box that could produce such perfect music. She asked softly, "Young master, what kind of treasure is this?"

How can it play such exquisite and complex music on its own?

Could there be a musician hiding inside?

Seeing her curious yet hesitant expression, Lin Feng found it quite amusing and deliberately teased her: "This is a magical artifact called 'Sound System'."

"What, you want it?"

Upon hearing this, Xueyao hurriedly waved her hand, shaking her head like a rattle drum: "No, no, Xueyao would never dare to covet such a wondrous and precious treasure."

But... but the melody flowing from this treasure box is far too mysterious.

She paused, organizing her thoughts, her eyes revealing genuine fascination and confusion. "Young master may not know, but this piece is not only melodious, but more importantly, it seems to have completely solved a major problem in music: the flaws in modulation."

This is simply unbelievable! Xueyao was incredibly curious—how did it do that?

Lin Feng was completely confused: "Transposition? What's that? Explain it simply."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Xueyao explained seriously, her tone becoming more professional: "Young master, in our music system, there are twelve lülü, which are like steps, with each lülü being a step."

Changing the key of an ordinary piece of music is like starting from one of the twelve steps of a staircase and climbing up again.

The problem is that these twelve steps are not completely equal in height. When you reach the end, it is often difficult to perfectly connect back to the beginning. There will always be some slight deviation, which will disrupt the harmony of the melody.

This is the difficulty of "modulation and modulation," and musicians throughout history have racked their brains over it, yet a perfect method has been hard to find.

But the music in the young master's "sound system" is perfectly accurate in terms of scale ratios, regardless of how the key changes or transitions. It is seamless and natural.

How...how did they manage to do that?

She became more and more excited as she spoke, as if she had discovered a priceless treasure. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lin Feng, waiting for an answer.

Lin Feng didn't rush to speak. He was a complete novice when it came to the twelve tones and musical scales, but seeing Xue Yao's eager and excited expression, he couldn't bear to spoil her fun.

I thought to myself, this is probably related to the twelve-tone equal temperament in modern music?

If you don't understand, you can ask AI.

So he waved his hand and said with an air of confidence, "Oh, you mean this? The principle is a bit complicated, and I can't explain it in a short time."

In that case, when it's late and quiet tonight, I, your young master, will study this magical artifact carefully and organize the theories within it.

I'll definitely give you a clear explanation tomorrow, and I'll also see if I can teach you this method, how about that?

"Really? Young Master!" Xueyao was overjoyed and almost jumped up.

"If I could truly glimpse the secrets within, even just a tiny bit, Xueyao would have no regrets in this life."

"Young master, your contribution to the music is comparable to that of a saint."

Her excited expression made it seem as if Lin Feng had promised her not a music theory, but some kind of unparalleled martial arts manual.

Lin Feng couldn't empathize with her seeing how happy she was over a little music theory.

After all, Lin Feng doesn't understand music.

However, it's probably entirely understandable; it's similar to how Yue Buqun felt upon seeing the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual.

For someone who truly loves music and is deeply immersed in it, touching upon a clue that might break through a problem that has persisted for thousands of years is an incredibly exciting thing.

Lin Feng didn't understand the difficulty of "modulation," but he did understand the internet.

After this girl falls asleep tonight, I'll go back and use my phone to look up what the twelve-tone equal temperament is, find some easy-to-understand explanations, and then "translate" them into language she can understand. That should be enough to fool... no, I mean teach her a little.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already been in this world for thirty-two days.

Deep within my consciousness, the mysterious black lotus had long been brimming with energy, slowly rotating and emitting a profound light, ready to be traversed at any moment.

Life here is quite pleasant, except for the lack of internet access.

With a beautiful woman by his side and no worries about food or clothing, he was so happy that he forgot about returning home and kept putting off the idea of ​​going back.

Lin Feng patted his leg and said to Xue Yao, who was still excited, "Alright, stop thinking about your music for now."

"Come, sit here and have a drink with the young master. You've been busy all day."

"Um."

Xueyao obediently responded, her face still flushed, and gently sat on Lin Feng's lap, surrounded by his warm and soft body.

Lin Feng picked up the bottle of beer he had just finished drinking from and held it to her lips: "Try this, it has a unique flavor."

Xueyao took a small sip from his hand.

The moment the chilled liquor enters your mouth, its unique, bitter taste, imbued with the aroma of fermented malt, instantly fills your palate, accompanied by a few stimulating bubbles.

His delicate features immediately scrunched up, and he quickly turned his head away, coughing twice: "Young master, this...this wine tastes very strange."

It was bitter and astringent, and a bit pungent; it wasn't nearly as good as that sweet, bubbly "soda" you gave me last time.

Lin Feng chuckled and didn't force him: "That's just how beer tastes. It's normal not to like it at first."

Want a soda?

Xueyao's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously, her voice tinged with a hint of coquetry: "Yes!"

"Alright, young master, there's plenty here."

Lin Feng readily agreed. With a thought, another bottle of chilled cola appeared in his hand. He skillfully unscrewed the cap and handed it to her, saying, "Here, drink slowly. This one is fizzy enough."

It has to be said, this space is truly magical. No matter if it's hot or cold, you can put things inside and take them out anytime, and they always look exactly as if they were just put in.

Xueyao took it, and this time she was smarter. She took a small sip first, then squinted her eyes in satisfaction, looking even happier than if she had drunk the finest nectar.

The two of them stayed close together, eating snacks, drinking beer and soft drinks, chatting occasionally, and listening to music.

Xueyao carefully peeled peanuts for him and fed Lin Feng beef little by little.

Time slipped by quietly, and soon night fell.

When the night was deep and quiet, Xueyao fell into a deep sleep in Lin Feng's arms, her breathing even and long.

Lin Feng gently picked her up and placed her on the inside of the bed, covering her with a thin blanket.

Once he was sure she was fast asleep, Lin Feng had a thought and his figure quietly disappeared from the room.

The next moment, his figure appeared in the urban world, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Mexico City.