I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Chapter 166 You Don't Seem Like a Serious, Honest Person

Lin Yan sighed.

Playing underground rock in the 1980s was truly commendable.

But the arrangement and rhythm...

Having grown accustomed to hearing things from thirty years in the future, this sounded as bland as plain water to him.

Lin Yan spat out the sunflower seed shells, and Huang Mao had already turned the simple interlude rhythm into a complete mess for the fifth time.

Anjie was so angry that she picked up her guitar, ready to smash it.

He couldn't hold back any longer.

Lin Yan stuffed the unfinished sunflower seeds into his pocket and swaggered over.

He shoved the blond guy away with disdain. These days, if you don't have the skills, why bother dyeing your hair blond like others?

Lin Yan took his place and sat behind the drum set.

"What are you doing? Why are you making trouble? Get out of here!"

Sister An was just looking for someone to vent her anger on, and her brows furrowed instantly.

Lin Yan ignored her and instead reached out and snatched the drumsticks from the blond-haired man's hand.

He weighed the item in his hand, his playful expression vanishing, and his gaze gradually turned serious.

To be honest, Lin Yan wasn't a professional drummer in his previous life.

But in order to win over a junior female student who loved death metal and suffered from severe depression, he stubbornly spent half a year practicing in a drum club.

He had developed muscle memory for playing high-speed double bass rolls.

"Sister An, try doubling the speed of that riff you just mentioned."

Lin Yan gripped the drumsticks tightly and looked up at Sister An.

This man is actually quite handsome when he gets serious.

"What?"

Sister An was stunned for a moment, still immersed in Lin Yan's face, and didn't react.

"I said, speed up! Stop slurring your food like you haven't eaten!"

Lin Yan was incredibly arrogant; she actually dared to yell at her using Sister An's words.

The moment the words fell.

"Bang!"

Lin Yan struck the center of a large gasoline drum with his right drumstick.

Then, without giving anyone time to react.

"Knock knock knock knock!"

A sudden burst of intense drumbeats swept through the workshop like a storm.

After playing house with the nun for so long these past few days, I've finally shown some real talent.

His arm actually left afterimages as it swung in mid-air!

The wooden mallet brutally pounded the sheet metal.

He tapped very quickly, but it didn't sound chaotic.

This is a rhythm thirty years ahead of its time, a double stomp of modern death metal!

The dense, impenetrable drumbeats seemed to possess a penetrating power capable of shattering the heart.

His drumming was like a raging fire, setting everything around him ablaze!

Everyone in the workshop was stunned.

The blond-haired man's mouth dropped open, and he didn't even notice his cigarette butt fall to the ground.

Sister An stared at Lin Yan, who was sitting behind the gasoline drum, a wild smile still on his lips.

He was looking at himself.

This is the sound she has always wanted, but could never type out!

Lin Yan's rhythm instantly ignited the rebellious spirit hidden in her blood!

Sister An felt goosebumps all over her body, as if something inside her was surging up and overwhelming her.

Without hesitation, she plucked the strings.

Lin Yan's drumbeats, powerful enough to shatter the ceiling, were now accompanied by Sister An's guitar, which roared along with him.

The two rhythms were perfectly synchronized.

Five minutes later.

As Lin Yan delivered his final heavy blow, the gasoline can still hummed with aftershocks.

The workshop was completely silent.

Lin Yan casually tossed aside the two cracked wooden mallets, shook his aching wrists, and looked up ahead.

Sister An was still standing there, holding that broken guitar.

Half an hour passed.

Sister An slowly loosened her fingers, looked away, and glanced down at the broken drumstick on the ground.

For the first time, she saw in this man who talked nonsense an even more unruly soul than herself.

"We'll get a pair of iron ones tomorrow."

After that day, Lin Yan naturally went from being a general helper to becoming the band's drummer.

He doesn't actually understand music theory; he has to recall the music even when he's learning to read sheet music.

But he understands heavy metal, he understands rhythm.

This is enough for this.

Anjie's attitude towards him remained harsh; she would point her finger at him and scold him for every little thing, even if he mispronounced a syncopation.

But Lin Yan discovered that, despite her cursing, she never let anyone else touch the broken drum pieced together from gasoline cans again.

That night, rehearsals continued until nearly one o'clock in the morning.

Huang Mao and his friends were already yawning and had gone back to their dorm to catch up on sleep.

Lin Yan was tidying up the cables scattered on the ground, preparing to lock the door.

"Feed".

Anjie's voice came from the doorway.

Lin Yan looked up.

She wasn't wearing a leather jacket, just a white tank top.

The person was leaning against the door frame, holding two glass bottles of Arctic Ocean soda in their hands.

"Let's go up for some fresh air."

She gestured with her chin toward the stairwell, and without waiting for Lin Yan's reply, she turned and went upstairs.

The factory rooftop was spacious, but it was filled with abandoned iron frames.

The night breeze was a bit chilly.

Anjie walked to the low wall by the rooftop, bit open the metal caps of two soda bottles with her teeth, and spat them on the ground with a "pfft".

She handed one of the bottles to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan took the bottle; it was cold and still had some water droplets on it.

Thanks.

He leaned against the low wall and took a big gulp.

The combination of saccharin and carbon dioxide is wonderful, and the sensation of it exploding in your mouth is absolutely amazing.

Sister An didn't speak, she just stared at the scattered lights in the distance.

The night wind tousled her short hair.

Without the smoky makeup and the frenetic guitar playing tonight, she looked much thinner than usual.

"Hey kid, where did you come from?"

After a long while, Sister An suddenly spoke up. She didn't look at Lin Yan and just talked to herself.

"Did he run away from an orphanage, or did he commit a crime and hide from debt collectors?"

Sister An took a sip of soda, seemingly a little sentimental.

"You don't seem like a decent, honest person."

After a while, when Sister An saw that Lin Yan didn't answer, she turned to look at him, and their eyes met. She then turned back immediately.

I added a sentence.

"Anyway, they don't look like people from our town."

Lin Yan smiled and looked at the glass bottle in her hand.

"Sister An, if I told you I'm a superhero who traveled back from thirty years in the future specifically to change your destiny, would you believe me?"

He said it half-jokingly.

Sister An turned her head away, as if looking at a fool.

"ill."

She turned back and continued to look at the town lights.

Silence fell between the two.

The night wind whistled past the chimneys.

"but."

Suddenly, Sister An raised her hand and punched Lin Yan on the shoulder.

The force was considerable; Lin Yan, caught off guard, was actually knocked off balance.

"You're actually pretty good, kid."

She turned around, leaned against the low wall, and looked directly at Lin Yan.

Those eyes had an indescribable brightness in the moonlight.