At the entrance of Anqing University's dormitory management station No. 6, the dormitory management aunt moved a stool and sat at the door, staring at the outside with a fierce look.

Fang Qing stood outside the dormitory management station, standing still, facing the dormitory management aunt from afar.

A student girl walked past her and walked into the dormitory management station, but the two of them didn't move their eyes and always locked in each other.

On the full moon night, on the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes to the west, and the immortal flying from the sky...

Some messy words flashed through Fang Qing's mind.

He shook his head, threw these strange ideas out of his mind, and looked at the deep darkness behind the dormitory station.

Qin Xuejun lives in a building inside.

During the dinner party, a girl mentioned that Qin Xuejun stayed at the No. 6 dormitory management station. He recorded it, and then he walked here unknowingly.

He stood outside like this, looking inside, as if a girl named Qin Xuejun would come out of the inside in the next second, asking him to verify whether Qin Xuejun is the Qin Xuejun. And will she be the murderer who killed her in the future?...

But the fact is that no one came out of it, only the dormitory manager with a fat face and fought against him in the decisive battle of the Forbidden City Top of the Forbidden City.

There is ample time.

Fang Qing looked at the deep darkness deeply, then turned decisively and walked towards the direction of the No. 3 Door Management Station, where his dormitory was located.

The dormitory manager watched the little bastard disappear into the night, shook his head, and finally stood up, with a sigh.

The master is lonely.

...

The accommodation conditions at Anqing University are good. It is in the form of a unit building apartment. There are 2 large suites on the first floor. Each large suite is divided into 3 bedrooms. One bedroom is 4 people, and they go to bed and get off the table.

Fang Qing’s dormitory is located in Door Management Station No. 3, Room 2011, Building 9 Unit 1.

When we returned to the dormitory, all three roommates were there, two were playing games and one was lifting dumbbells.

"Come back?"

Gong Jiawei, who was holding the dumbbell, stopped the movement at hand and looked at Fang Qing, feeling puzzled, "Didn't you go singing?"

"It's boring to think about it, so I'll come back first."

Fang Qing said, walking towards his desk.

Gong Jiawei said "Oh" and didn't ask much. He buried his head and started practicing dumbbells again. The two brothers who played games were fighting on the Taiwan stage, and they didn't even raise their heads.

When he walked to his table, Fang Qing, who was about to sit down, suddenly stopped moving.

He thought of the two previous memories.

Although he forgot everything about the future, his previous two memories show that his future memories have not disappeared, but have just been sinking into the depths of his memory, and can recall it only after one opportunity...

Fang Qing turned around and asked Gong Jiawei: "Do you have such a great effect in practicing every day? Do you think I'll buy one to practice too?"

Gong Jiawei raised his head in confusion and stopped his movements, "Why do you want to practice?"

Fang Qing smiled, "Don't you think you practice every day?"

Gong Jiawei seemed to understand, but he still said, "The effect is OK, the key is to persevere..." As soon as he talked about the topic he was interested in, he suddenly started talking too much and started talking.

Fang Qing chatted with Gong Jiawei - mainly because he heard Gong Jiawei say that he was tired, and he ran to the two brothers who played games to have fun.

The two brothers were fighting on the stage, and they said a few perfunctory words to him. After chatting like this for a while, Wu Guanqun, who had a little temper, obviously thought he was annoyed, so Fang Qing returned to his desk and sat down.

fail.

He wanted to learn from the previous two experiences to see if he could trigger new future memories from these people around him, but in the end he didn't trigger a single fart.

Fang Qing shook his head, opened the drawer, and found a stack of things from it, namely the two books "Basics of Music Theory" and "Pop Music Writing", as well as a stack of scores.

He can't get in touch with Qin Xuejun for the time being, but Chuanglian can do it immediately. He is also counting on "King King" to sell some money to improve his life on Chuanglian.

The first thing to do is to learn to compose music first and successfully write out the melody in his mind.

Fang Qing took "Pop Music Writing" directly to watch it.

He was ready to stay up late for a long battle, because the painful experience of "him" learning to compose a while ago told him that it was not an easy task for a person like him who had no musical foundation.

But the reality is weird.

"People-traveling is a relatively 'static' melody development technique, which is mainly reflected in homophone repetition. The so-called homophone repetition means that the same note appears many times in succession, and the rhythm may change or may not change..."

Fang Qing quickly flipped through the pages of the book.

I don’t know if it’s because he has read it once before, but he can understand these things that have tortured his head torture in an instant.

"Perform in a diagonal direction...avoid jumping in the same direction after progressing...stationary rhythm...non-stationary rhythm...application of continuous rhythm...application of weak rhythm..."

Fang Qing's movements of flipping books are getting faster and faster.

He noticed something was wrong.

If the previous quick understanding is based on what he has learned once and can make sense, then it is a bit incredible that he can understand it instantly...

Time passes minute by minute.

"Huh! Huh!..."

Gong Jiawei was gritting his teeth and lifting dumbbells, his head covered in sweat.

"I XX You OO, *******My *******..."

The two brothers finally finished a game, but the results of the battle did not seem ideal. Wu Guanqun cursed and spoke in a fragrant voice, expressing his good wish to have a compulsory super friendly relationship with the opposite side and a direct female relative of a comrade in his army.

With this elegant symphony accompaniment, Fang Qing put on "Pop Music Writing" with a serious expression.

He has finished reading this book.

It is hard to say whether he can use everything in this book perfectly, but if he wants to understand it, he really understands it all. This situation is completely different from the situation where he was sleepy when he read these books before.

What's going on?

Fang Qing frowned and couldn't figure it out.

In addition to this terrifying learning speed, he also discovered a strange thing, that is, he actually had a strong sense of disgust for things like "music".

It is not the repulsion caused by "he" when he was learning to compose music because he couldn't understand it, but a kind of spiritual disgust, just like eating fat pork boiled in white water without any seasoning...

Fang Qing was silent for a long time.

Finally, he took the book "Basics of Music Theory" and started reading it.

What is the reason for all this? Maybe it will take him to recall more future things before he can get an answer. Now, what is more important is to learn and make money by making "King of K Songs".

Although the nausea lingered in the process of learning and became stronger and stronger, Fang Qing's quick hand was as stable as Mount Tai and orderly.

It's disgusting.

But disgusting is just this life.

...

Half an hour later

Fang Qing wrote quickly, and after writing the last point, he suddenly got up and rushed out of the dormitory. After a while, he heard a series of dry retching sounds coming from the toilet.

"Very! Vomit!..."

The two brothers who were fighting hard, and Gong Jiawei, who had finished exercising and were chatting with his girlfriend, were alarmed. The three of them looked at each other, not knowing what was wrong.

Just as they were wondering if they would go to the bathroom to take a look, Fang Qing came back from the door, his face pale and ugly, as if he had just had a serious illness.

Gong Jiawei asked, "Are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Fang Qing, who had an ugly face, shook her head and forced a smile, "It doesn't matter, maybe the supper is not clean, and now it feels much more comfortable to vomit."

He underestimated his inexplicable disgust for music: it was no longer spiritual disgust, but it developed into physiological disgust. He felt that he was almost vomiting stomach acid just now!

Fortunately, he finally resisted this physiological reaction and finished "King King".

After hearing Fang Qing say this, the three of them in the dormitory had to give up. The two brothers started playing games again. Gong Jiawei also sat down again and put on his headphones and continued to chat with his girlfriend on the computer: "It's okay, it's Fang Qing. He ate something bad at night, and now he vomited it should be fine..."

Fang Qing silently returned to his desk and sat down, motionless, looking out the window, like an old monk entering into a state of meditation, and didn't know what he was thinking.

When the battle between the two brothers finally ended, he ended his meditation. He turned around and asked one of them with a smile: "Lin Wei, can I lend me a notebook? I will send something in a few minutes."

Unlike Wu Guanqun, who was cursing again, Lin Wei was now looking deep and melancholy.

He was lamenting that he was not lucky enough to meet some monsters and monsters. He was in a bad mood at this moment. The more he thought about it, the more sad he felt, the less he felt. Shi Hua burst into tears. But when he heard Fang Qing say this, he stood up and gave him the position.

Fang Qing thanked him, took the written manuscript and sat down in front of the computer, and began to log in to the website of Chuanglian.

Chuanglian keeps pace with the times, works need to be submitted online, and the special formats in them also need to be used on computers. Fang Qing does not have a computer, so he can only borrow the ones of his roommates to fill in.

Lin Wei stood beside him, glanced at the notebook screen, and asked, "Have you really written it?"

Although he couldn't understand the thing on the screen, he could at least see it as a score, and those in their dormitory knew about Fang Qing's participation in the Chuanglian.

Fang Qing responded, "Yes."

"It's pretty good, it's really good, it's..."

Lin Wei said a few casually and finally came to an abrupt end.

He originally wanted to say, "It's time to treat me to dinner", but he still left it alone.

Finally, Lin Wei took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, took out one and lit it, took a long breath, turned his head, and glanced across the face of the girl on the round-faced computer screen in Gong Jia in the front right, and finally fell out of the window, with a melancholy look.

It was pitch black outside the window.

The wind came in through the open window, blew the underwear hanging in front of the window, and then threw it onto it. It was not cold and quite comfortable.

A cat is croaking downstairs, which is elongated, like a baby crying.

After a while, the old lady shouted and scolded, the cat screamed and short, the sound of the bushes rolling, and the sound of footsteps...

Spring is really here.
Chapter completed!