Get the perfect music system at the start

Xu Fan looked at her, shook his head, and said, "Your future..."

As she drove, she made a shushing sound and said, "My future isn't about staying here like you, being squeezed dry of every last bit of value, then being thrown away, and then trying to extort three million in breach of contract fees using the contract."

Xu Fan shook his head with a wry smile.

Liu Wenjing said, "At worst, we can start over."

Xu Fan was stunned, and a flood of memories rushed into his mind.

Or rather, the system that I've been eagerly awaiting for all these years has finally appeared at this moment.

"Perfect Entertainment System successfully bound. Congratulations, host, on receiving your initial gift pack. Open it now...?"

The voice in his mind was like a raging storm, leaving Xu Fan speechless for a long time.

Liu Wenjing assumed Xu Fan was tired, so she didn't bother him anymore.

Xu Fan, however, began a simple communication with the system in his mind, explaining that the so-called initial gift pack had to be opened.

"Host has opened the initial gift pack. Congratulations, host, you have gained +1 to your Sound Sense, currently valued at 0."

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the song 'A Diao'."

"Congratulations, host, you have received a lottery experience ticket."

After receiving three consecutive reminders, Xu Fan was unable to calm down for a long time.

Sound perception +1, currently still 0.

He knew very well that his voice was directly damaged because of that car accident.

Now, it has actually recovered somewhat.

Is this... what they call hope?

Is this the faith that says, "After the darkest hour comes the dawn"?

The song is "A Diao".

He remembered this song, though not very clearly. But he knew that it was an excellent work by Shao Han, marking her return to the pinnacle of music.

Xu Fan used the lottery ticket directly.

"Congratulations, host, for acquiring advanced guitar skills. This is a trial ticket. Please try to obtain as many official lottery tickets as possible, which can be used to draw high-level resources."

"This experience will grant the host a three-hour advanced guitar skill trial card."

Upon hearing these two consecutive question types, Xu Fan, known for his fiery temper, finally lost his temper and blurted out, "Damn it!"

I thought I'd won the advanced guitar skill, but it turned out to be a trial ticket.

This is making it seem like Pinduoduo (a Chinese online marketplace for secondhand goods), it's such a rip-off.

Fortunately, the system gave me a three-hour trial card, which was some consolation for my wounded heart.

Liu Wenjing, who was driving, was completely dumbfounded by Xu Fan's words.

She instinctively turned around, and hearing the profanity escaping Xu Fan's mouth, she instinctively asked, "I said, you weren't that angry just now."

Xu Fan was taken aback, and looking at her somewhat embarrassedly, he said, "How about we start over?"

Liu Wenjing said with a smile, "Those who know us will think we're starting over on the path of music, but those who don't will think we broke up and are starting over."

(End of this chapter)

===Chapter 1007 Like a Dream, Only Once===

Xu Fan felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, a dream that took him back to that summer.

That was a time when I was still in school, a period of confusion and helplessness.

The autumn morning wasn't too hot, and the cool air felt quite nice. But for Xu Fan, it was undoubtedly too painful. Skipping class, something that had never happened before, was now happening right in front of the homeroom teacher. Perhaps it meant that he had truly become despondent!

Xu Fan shook his head, his mind wandering, and he couldn't help but recall some things, which made him angry.

Perhaps this is fate, always happening in ways we can't quite grasp; perhaps this is ordained by heaven, and what you don't know may still happen.

The college entrance examination is approaching, and the time is getting closer and closer. In a study room of a certain middle school, a boy was sweating profusely. Sweat slid down his face. He scratched his head with both hands, then picked up his English book and crumpled it vigorously. Then he tore it up and threw it into the trash can.

He sat down in his seat, panting, muttering to himself, "Damn it, why is English so hard? Is my memory too bad?"

The boy sat there cursing to himself for a long time, then walked helplessly to the trash can, took out the crumpled English book from it, and began to unfold it.

He was Xu Fan. At this moment, Xu Fan was in an extremely bad mood. He had been learning English since the beginning of junior high school, but his English level was still worse than that of an elementary school student. No matter how he tried to learn, he just couldn't get into it.

The college entrance examination is just around the corner, and every practice test he takes results in English, which makes Xu Fan, who has always had excellent grades, feel very embarrassed.

Sure enough, he came to the study room to study English again today, but he couldn't learn anything, which led to what just happened. Then Xu Fan started mechanically memorizing lists and studying grammar again.

The depressing day finally ended, and Xu Fan walked home alone. The depression in his heart just wouldn't dissipate. He was first in the whole grade, but his English was almost at the bottom, so he was naturally unhappy. Along the way, he kicked at the small stones he encountered to relieve his helplessness.

What frustrated him most was that as he kicked the stone, a tiny pebble, smaller than a bird's egg, wouldn't budge. Driven by curiosity, Xu Fan bent down to pick it up. The small stone was surprisingly heavy; Xu Fan vaguely felt it weighed at least five pounds. It was covered in a layer of yellow soil. Gently rubbing away the soil revealed a perfectly regular octagonal shape, with a faint layer of gas floating on it. What was going on?

Xu Fan was very curious, so he naturally picked it up and kept observing it. However, he didn't find anything by the time he got home. Frustrated, Xu Fan ignored it, threw it on the table, and went to sleep.

At that moment, the stone on the table suddenly emitted a piercing light, slowly levitating and glowing a pale green. It began to spin continuously, its speed increasing rapidly, creating a cool breeze that stirred the surrounding curtains.

Xu Fan was still asleep when he suddenly felt something was wrong. It was a purely subconscious feeling that made him feel uneasy. He opened his eyes instantly, sat up abruptly, and stared in surprise at the stone floating there. He was genuinely puzzled as to why the stone had suddenly rushed towards him.

Xu Fan was just an ordinary good student. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but that seemed too futile. He clearly felt a stone in his head, but the stone just kept spinning there, seemingly not taking up any space in his mind.

Xu Fan enjoyed reading ebooks and almost thought he had encountered something good, but no physical mutations occurred, nor was he granted any supernatural powers. Suddenly, he felt a slight dizziness in his head, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

This is what's bothering Xu Fan. After that night, Xu Fan didn't seem to change much the next day, but he clearly noticed that his mind was always itchy, and his English level was gradually improving.

It's such a good thing that his English level has improved, especially for Xu Fan. But things aren't that simple. After the college entrance examination, because of his improved English score, Xu Fan easily became the top scorer in the county and was admitted to the county's key high school without any objections.

A top-tier high school is already an ideal high school, and he was assigned to the elite class of the top-tier high school, Class 1 of the first year of high school. Moreover, he was appointed as the class monitor because of his grades. Xu Fan lived up to expectations and never felt anything. The stone in his head often made him secretly smile. Although he didn't have any great supernatural powers, his improved English grades helped him a lot.

Xu Fan, who has good management skills, is highly praised by his classmates. In particular, his dual personality makes him even more popular with them.

However, his good fortune didn't last long. One afternoon, the afternoon sun wasn't supposed to be too hot, but Xu Fan was sweating profusely. The reason was that he accidentally bumped into an elderly person, and by sheer coincidence, an accident occurred. You'd think that a high school student, even if distracted, wouldn't directly bump into someone and cause an accident, right? But that's exactly what happened.

On his way back to the dormitory, Xu Fan walked alone as usual, clutching the books in his arms tightly. At this moment, an old man walked over from a distance. The old man's beard was about a centimeter long and grayish-white, but there was no wrinkle on his face. It was clear that the old man was very healthy. Logically speaking, this old man must be a "martial arts expert".

But that wasn't the case. The old man seemed to have a target in mind. After seeing Xu Fan, he stopped walking over to him. When he got next to Xu Fan, Xu Fan instinctively tried to dodge, but the old man suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

The old man's position was excellent, effectively blocking the students' view. All the students cast curious glances, their piercing gazes seemingly intent on killing, making Xu Fan feel very uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, the old man was lying on the ground, clutching his legs and complaining of the pain. Xu Fan was puzzled, however, as he didn't seem to have touched the old man at all, and he hadn't even seen when the old man's legs were in his hands. He was so nervous that he forgot to help the old man up and just stood there quietly, staring at the old man as if he were in a daze.

"What's wrong with the class monitor? The class monitor is usually very good, how could he be so immoral?"

"Yeah, he just knocked an old man over like that. Look at his eyes, he even seems innocent. Humph, I never thought the class monitor was this kind of person!" Gu Deng

"Forget it, does this person have absolutely no conscience?"

Whether it was Xu Fan's misfortune or not, several people in his class started cursing at him. At this moment, most people realized that this boy was the top scorer in the college entrance examination and the current class monitor of the elite class. However, they did not expect that this person's character was so poor.

Xu Fan heard all of this, but at that moment he had no idea what was going on. He just kept fighting. No, it wasn't that he didn't want to move, it was that he couldn't move. The moment he saw the old man's eyes, he froze. A sense of déjà vu washed over him.

Let's assume he's finally come to his senses. Xu Fan, no longer caring about his classmates' mockery, was about to help the elderly man when he discovered he couldn't bend down at all. His feet seemed to be moving against his will, heading towards his dormitory at breakneck speed, as if he were running away.

In this very scene, Xu Fan's lifelong reputation was ruined, and perhaps no matter how Xu Fan tried to explain, he would never be able to make it clear.

The old man from that place had been helped up by the students and disappeared somewhere. Back in his dormitory, Xu Fan finally felt free from that restraint, and the pent-up frustration welled up inside him, causing tears to stream down his face. This time, he had been mocked for his arrogance, his dignity truly shattered. But why? Why did that old man give him this feeling? Why did he make his body feel so out of control?

Why did all of this happen? At this moment, Xu Fan felt all the pent-up emotions in his heart had nowhere to go. He hugged the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Xu Fan was unaware that at this moment, the octagonal stone in his mind was actually turning around much faster.

Fate always plays tricks on people. Xu Fan's reputation was ruined. Everyone pointed at him as if he were a monster, saying that Xu Fan had no conscience. After a period of adjustment and some self-consolation, the disheartened Xu Fan felt a little better. But fate would not let him have it so easy. In the first semester, Xu Fan's grades were the best in the entire grade in four exams. However, this time, in the first monthly exam of the second semester, Xu Fan's grades once again became the laughing stock of the whole school.

Despite what happened last time, Xu Fan still studied diligently. His homeroom teacher had high expectations for the first monthly exam and repeatedly urged him to do his best. On the day of the exam, Xu Fan went to take the exam with his pen in high spirits. In the distance, the old man who had disgraced him last time was walking towards Xu Fan once again.

Xu Fan instinctively wanted to escape and changed direction. However, when Xu Fan turned around, he was startled again. The old man was still walking towards him, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Xu Fan's head went numb instantly, as if he had been possessed. When he looked at the old man, he had vanished.

Xu Fan was not so relaxed when he entered the examination room. It seemed that the question was very simple for him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not control the direction of his pen. All the answers were right in front of his eyes. Watching his own hands, he made all the simple questions wrong.

This time, Xu Fan was disheartened and easily discouraged. When the exam results came out, he scored 247 points, making him the last in the entire freshman class, and firmly at the bottom. He left a "glorious" mark in the elite class. It is likely that for many years to come, all the teachers will use this "glorious" record as a negative example in their lectures.

Xu Fan's confidence was repeatedly shattered and damaged. He watched his own team achieve their results. Yet, there was one person who never spoke ill of Xu Fan and always believed what Xu Fan said to him, things he said involuntarily.

She was Lin Lingling, like Xu Fan's last lifeline, constantly supporting him, believing in him, and giving him the greatest support. However, this support was so powerless; among so many students in the entire school, the strength of one person was simply too small.

Fortunately, you are our class monitor.

Lin Lingling said these words to Xu Fan. When Xu Fan heard them, he surprisingly laughed. He vowed to keep his position as class monitor, not for power, but for a reason that he needed to persevere. However, today, that reason was shattered once again.

In the final exam and the second monthly exam, my grades remained stagnant, still so low. Surprisingly, all three scores were the same: 247. But all of this foreshadowed that I would be kicked out of this class, this elite class. Although I had done many things for the class over such a long time, in the end, it was still the same. This class is an elite class, and if you're not elite, you have to leave.

As Xu Fan walked out of the classroom, his mind was filled with the events of the past few days. This wasn't the first or second time his body had slipped out of his control. What was the reason? This time, it seemed he had utterly failed. Was he really going to leave in such a pathetic state?

"Come with me?" As Xu Fan walked down the street, a light rain began to fall. Each drop of rain, mixed with Xu Fan's grievances, fell. At that moment, a voice suddenly reached Xu Fan's ears.

Following the sound, he saw the old man's figure in front of him, who then turned a corner and disappeared.

"Stop?" At this moment, Xu Fan was truly furious. It seemed that everything he was in was thanks to this old man. Seeing him again today, he naturally wouldn't let him go. Without thinking too much, Xu Fan quickened his pace and caught up, wishing he could give the old man a good beating.

Xu Fan didn't know how long he had been following the old man, only that the old man seemed to be moving very fast and he should keep up closely. He was already panting heavily, but the old man showed no sign of stopping.

Keep going! I have to catch up with that damned old man and get to the bottom of this. I said I meant what I said.

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Unbeknownst to him, Xu Fan discovered that he could only keep up with the old man by running, which made the proud Xu Fan extremely frustrated and angry.

"Hey! Old man, stop right there!" Xu Fan couldn't hold back any longer, and his anger roared out.

"Hehehe, kid." The old man didn't turn his face, but he stopped. He chuckled lightly and called Xu Fan "kid" with great disdain.

"Who the hell are you? Is my current state because of you?" Xu Fan didn't say a word before raising his fist and throwing a punch. His frustration was palpable. It had been this old man for so long; anyone would be angry. Luckily, he was Xu Fan, or he would have really broken down.

===Chapter 1008 System Gems===

Who the hell are you? Is my current state because of you?

Without saying a word, Xu Fan went up and swung his fist. He threw a punch, his frustration was palpable. It had been so long since this old man had done it. Anyone would be angry, but thankfully he was Xu Fan, or he would have really broken down.

But Xu Fan never imagined that his powerful punch, the wind whistling past, would miss the old man by a mere millimeter. In his anxiety, he didn't care about anything else, whether the old man was an old man or not, he just wanted to vent his frustration.

Xu Fan threw another punch, but the old man twisted his foot slightly and dodged Xu Fan's attack once again, missing by just a millimeter.

"Kid? You really hate me that much?" When Xu Fan swung his fist for the third time, the old man turned around and gently twisted it in his hand. No matter how hard Xu Fan tried, it felt like a mud ox sinking into the sea, and he couldn't exert any force. At the same time, he felt a pain in his arm.

"Let me go!" Sweat streamed down Xu Fan's face. At that moment, Xu Fan felt as if his arm was broken.

"Hmph, old man, if you've got the guts, let me go. Otherwise, my ancestors..." Xu Fan shouted for a long time, but the old man just smiled at him. He couldn't help but think that this old guy would definitely not let him go, so what did he have to fear? He started cursing.